In addition to chatting and drinking tea with some ladies who came to visit her these days, she was busy sewing clothes for the child in her belly.
Before she knew it, she had made small clothes and socks in various colors including sky blue, goose yellow, apricot yellow, peach pink, and moon white. Both Shen’s mother and Xu Yu persuaded her more than once to put away the needle and thread. Doing too much would hurt her eyes. She didn't listen, and Mother Shen stopped trying to persuade her and just helped her do it.
But if Mother Shen does more, Yin Xiao can do less.
When she was a child, Shen's mother often made clothes for Yinxiao. When it came to children's clothes, Shen's mother's craftsmanship was much more exquisite than Yinxiao's. The piping of the cuffs on the small clothes was specially embroidered with a circle of flowers and plants using brightly colored cotton threads. The butterfly is very beautiful. Even Lin Yunyi, who came to talk to Yin Xiao, was so envious that she praised her cleverness and wanted Shen's mother to teach her.
Yin Xiao looked at Shen's mother sitting aside with gentle eyebrows, seriously discussing with Lin Yunyi the use of stitches and the color matching of embroidery thread.
These days, apart from complaining about headaches and backaches every day during the first few days of moving here, now, almost a month later, I finally stop complaining.
The astragalus, angelica and donkey hide gelatin that I eat every day to replenish qi and blood has obvious effects. My old, sallow and chapped face is now much more rosy. The chapped cheeks and lips are almost gone. My hair is neatly combed and my clothes are newly made. , a crow-green satin long-sleeved shirt, well-fitting and well-cut, and a plain silver bracelet on her wrist, which was one of her few dowry items.
Seeing that she was now slowly adapting to her life in Xiyuan, Shen Yinxiao returned to the study, polished his pen, laid out the letter paper, and prepared to write a letter to Wei Cheng, telling him that he had taken it upon himself to take Shen's mother over to live with him. .
Although her relationship with Wei Cheng has now eased, Wei Cheng probably wouldn't take this trivial matter to heart, but just in case, she still wanted to say hello first.
Wei Cheng specially sent his personal guard named Sheng Qi to deliver the letter back and forth.
Every few days, letters arrive from the front.
The contents of the letters sent by Wei Cheng to the two of them were exactly the same.
Most of them asked her what she ate and did every day, whether she felt sick in her stomach, and whether anyone in the house was making things difficult for her.
After the routine questioning, he started talking to himself, talking about what he ate and did every day, and occasionally some unusual little things.
Every reply she wrote was very simple, just a few lines, not as good as his long speeches.
They all told the truth truthfully what they ate and used, how they asked, and how they answered. After answering, they sealed it and sent it away.
Sometimes she was busy and forgot, and simply didn't reply.
Later, for some unknown reason, the frequency of sending letters became slower and each time the letters became shorter. Apart from asking her routinely about what she did and ate every day, she rarely took the initiative to talk about his own affairs.
Now that she was sitting down to write him a letter, she suddenly realized that she had not received a letter from Wei Cheng for a long time.
It's been about ten days.
She held up the pen stained with thick ink in a daze, her hand paused in the air, and a drop of ink fell on the paper with a "pop" sound, splashing into a scattered wintersweet.
The girl put the pen on the white porcelain pen holder, got up and went to the shelf to find the letters he had sent these days. She opened the box, turned her hand over, poured out the letters, and spread them on the table.
She found the latest letter in the pile.
Looking at the date marked above, it turned out that it was delivered twelve days ago.
Opening the opened envelope, she glanced at all the lines and finally remembered.
The letter was still filled with meaningless commonplace words. The only difference was that he mentioned a beautiful stone he saw by the river when he was patrolling the camp.
Because there were people around, it was hard to pick them up, so I waited until nightfall before I went out to pick them up.
He also specially drew the appearance of a stone in the blank space of the letter paper. It was a hibiscus stone not much bigger than a coin.
According to the description in his letter, it was as pink as a peach blossom, just right for carving a small gadget, and he asked her what style she would like.
She never replied.
Since then.
He never sent any more letters.
Her heart skipped a beat, and the thing in her belly seemed to know something, and suddenly kicked her legs.
She gasped with a hiss and sat down holding her belly.
She looked at the small paintings with a few strokes on the letter for a while, then picked up the pen and started writing.
She first talked about what she had done recently, and also made him some new purses and new clothes, waiting for him to try them out when he came back.
Then he asked a few questions about how the war was going.
In the last few sentences, he mentioned that Shen's mother had come to live here, and said a lot of good things for Shen's mother without leaving any trace.
It would be a lie to say you are not worried.
I don’t know where Wei Cheng is now.
Dong Yan used the name of the new emperor to pass an order to Bingzhou Governor to raise troops to attack Youzhou.
The governor of Bingzhou was neither willing to openly rebel, nor wanted to be known as aiding the tyrants, so he simply said that he could not afford to be ill and relinquished the position of state pastor to his subordinate Feng Kui.
The emperor has become a decoration, and Bingzhou has changed its master.
As a result, Bingzhou neither obeyed Dong Yan's orders nor supported Youji and Hebei, and had a posture of watching the fire from the other side.
Wei Cheng took advantage of the chaos and captured Jinyang within a month. Taiyuan and other places, and the city walls of Jinyang and Taiyuan were all replaced with the banner of Youzhou.
Today, Chen Bing is on the north bank of the Yellow River, facing Chang'an across the surging river.
Dong Yan was furious and decided to personally lead an army of 300,000 to kill Wei Cheng first and then behead Zhang Yao.
The 300,000 Xiliang troops faced the 200,000 coalition troops from Youzhou and Jizhou, and they had been facing off across the Yellow River for several days.
When Wei Cheng received the letter with the scent of ink, he caught three scouts.
Several people crossed the river in the dark at night, but they were unlucky. As soon as they landed, they met Wei Cheng who couldn't sleep and left the camp.
He held one in each hand, kicked another under his feet, and threw it in front of Wei Ning: "Ask carefully."
After saying that, he casually shook off the water stains on the back of his hand that had been scratched by the stray arrow, and turned around to go out.
It seems there are more important things to do.
After walking two steps, his expression suddenly changed, he touched his arms, and then looked back at the ground.
Like looking for something.
Wei Ning paused: "General, what did you drop?"
He didn't answer.
He walked back two steps, bent down and picked up the envelope that was slightly stained by water stains on the ground. He blew the dust off, squinted his eyes, held the envelope and flicked it with his fingers.
His fingers flicked across the envelope, making a crisp sound.
He seemed very satisfied with the sound.
He turned and stalked away.
April and May were the flood season of the Yellow River, and the current was turbulent. Wei Cheng did not dare to lead his troops across the river rashly. Moreover, when they were stationed here, they had already demolished the Heli Bridge at the ancient ferry here.
The two sides of the bridge are one hundred and fifty steps wide. The bridge on both sides of the river was originally built with stones as the foundation steps. They were lined up one by one, with large logs crisscrossing them. Both sides were flat and about three feet wide. After they were demolished, only the bare stone foundations on both sides remained.
The river was turbulent and the Xiliang army was not good at water warfare, so Dong Yan transferred more than a hundred warships from Chang'an. They were all worked on for days and shipped from various feudal countries. They were all well-made warships that cost a lot of money. .
These are all questions coming from the mouth of the scout.
The sounds of groans and the sound of irons burning skin came from the camp where the prisoners were being interrogated.
The three soldiers had their teeth pulled out, their mouths full of blood, and their limbs were hung and tied to the rack.
It was Wei Ning and Chen Zhao who interrogated him personally.
When Wei Cheng came in, the three scouts had already finished their explanation.
He seemed to be in a good mood. When he sat down, he was playing with a peach-pink, crystal-clear stone in his hand.
"Really...that's all..."
The scout, who had been tortured beyond human dignity, begged vaguely for mercy.
"kill me......"
As soon as he opened his mouth, dark red blood poured out from the corner of his mouth.
Wei Cheng played with the hibiscus stone on his fingertips.
According to the past, if the enemy's scouts were caught in the army, they would first be tortured to death. After tortured to find out what they wanted to know, they would be skinned and dried and hung on the camp gate for public display.
However, these three people were extremely lucky and happened to catch up with him when he was in a good mood.
