Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 323 The Second Birthday Ceremony
Mo Junli stretched out his hand and pushed the window, Yan Chuan's slightly decrepit face immediately jumped into Mu Xici's eyes.

With a dejected look on his face, he looked up at his master standing by the window, then at the little girl standing by the table, took out a stack of half-dried letter paper from his arms, and patted it in without saying a word. In the arms of the young man, the expression seemed to be even worse.

"Thank you, Yan Chuan." Mo Junli took the letter, and the smile on his face became more and more sincere.

"This is a matter for subordinates." Hearing this, Yan Chuan weakly flipped through the three whites at him, uttered a sentence, turned around and left after finishing the sentence.

Good guy, with Yan Chuan's appearance, he just ran a long-distance race with a load of tens of miles, and then he memorized three or five obscure history books one after another.

Mu Xici's eyelids twitched slightly, pointing at Yan Chuan's retreating back and shaking his brows: "What's wrong with this guy? He doesn't seem to be in a good state."

"Well, he." The young man answered casually, "Maybe he came to Guishui recently."

?Gui water?
It's really yours, old thing, the gender of her own family can change at any time-how did she never know that Yan Chuan Yan Da Commander is a girl?
Huan Guishui... She thinks he is a brain boiled water!
The little girl pursed her mouth and didn't want to say anything. The sporadic feelings of emotion that she had accumulated after seeing the astrolabe before would be scattered as soon as she said it.

Now she just feels that there is nothing wrong with what she thought before - this old guy is his fault!
"Why didn't you say that he was in the third month of pregnancy and he was tired?" Mu Xici held back for a long time, but couldn't hold it back, and asked back in a cold voice.

Mo Junli was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "Ham, don't care about these details. Anyway..."

"Don't worry about him, he can rest for two days." He said as he unfolded the stack of letter papers, quickly scanned the contents, and stuffed the letter into the little girl's hand, smiling very brightly, " Master National Teacher, here."

"This is my second birthday present to you today."

"Letter?" Now it was the turn of Master Mu to be dazed, and she was quite at a loss holding a few pieces of rice paper.

It was the first time she saw someone take a letter as a birthday gift, and the letter was obviously written not too long ago, the ink on it hadn't dried completely, and the words were still damp to the touch.

"It's not a letter, Ah Ci, you'll know if you look carefully." Mo Junli smiled, and thoughtfully brought a lantern to illuminate the letter in her hand for the little girl.

"It's not a letter, what else could it be." Mu Xici snorted softly, then looked down at the few pages of letter paper in his hand.

She is used to seeing things with a flash memory, ten lines at a glance, but today, after seeing the first line of words on the rice paper, her eyes suddenly widened.

"This thing..." The little girl stared blankly, her throat dry for no reason, if she read correctly...

If she read it correctly, this seems to be a battle report from the front line? !

"The battle report came back urgently from eight hundred miles in northern Xinjiang. The scout should have just entered the outskirts of Beijing." The young man pursed his lips, "I know that you have always thought about Aning and the others in your heart, so you sent people from Guanfeng Pavilion to be on the road ahead of time. The inn is waiting."

"As long as the scouts from the front line land at the posthouse, they will take the opportunity to copy a battle report, and then send it back to the capital along the path in the cabinet..."

"I was worried that I would not receive it today, but now it seems that the time is just right."

"It's just that Yanchuan is suffering. During the Shangyuan period, not many people stayed in the pavilion, and except for tonight's festival, the scout who was in charge of delivering the last section ate an extra bowl of glutinous rice balls at the post office outside Beijing. The rest, Almost non-stop."

"——For this, I can only trouble Yanchuan to make two more trips, go outside Beijing in person, and then deliver the letter."

The posthouse closest to Beijing along the way was fifty miles away, and it was snowing again. Even with Yan Chuan's lightness skills, it would take a lot of time to run back and forth and transcribe the complete battle report in less than an hour. A lot of strength.

Therefore, he would have that expression when he appeared outside the window, and the letterhead that he carried into his arms before the ink was dry was naturally damp.

Mo Junli put his head in front of the little girl as if asking for credit, and smiled on the spot: "Master Guoshi, the old man hasn't received the news yet, so I'll get it back for you first. Isn't it great?"

"You old bastard is really..." Mu Xici lowered his eyes, and his hand holding the letter could not help but tremble slightly, "It's embarrassing to ask if this kind of thing is serious, but Yan Chuan is clearly the most unlucky."

As she said this, her eyes moved inch by inch, moving slowly and cautiously over the handwriting.

It was just a few pages of light rice paper, but she read it like some grand tome, her half-drooped eyelashes trembled again and again, and after a long time, she slowly exhaled foul breath.

"We won." The little girl frowned, her straight waist suddenly loosened, and her whole body was relieved instantly, "Beijiang won... Daddy and the others took back the last lost land. Mo Junli, it's a great victory."

"It's a great victory...they captured Langcheng two days ago."

"You're right, at that time, they probably really had a holiday..."

"That's great." Mu Xici lowered her head and sighed softly. Her eyes were sour, and tears fell all over the floor. Some of them hit the paper and blurred into ink-colored flowers. She quickly took them out. Handkerchief, wipe the letter paper dry.

"It's just that I can't figure it out." The little girl wiped the corners of her eyes, twitched her nose and raised her eyes, "How do you know that today's battle report can reach Beijing?"

"I don't know." The boy shook his head, took out a new handkerchief, and carefully wiped the tears on Mu Xici's face, "I'm just speculating..."

"I guess there will be news from Beijiang in these two days, but I don't know if it's today or tomorrow."

"Conjecture?" Mu Xici frowned, "When did you learn such a skill?"

"I didn't learn it." Mo Junli put away the veil, clenched his fists, and gave a fake cough, "It's true, at this time in the previous life, you were still in the Taoist temple deep in the mountains, so you shouldn't be aware of these details."

"A Ci, every good news in this life is a little earlier than in the previous life."

"In advance." The little girl pondered for a while after hearing this, "Then I really don't know, I just remember that it was the beginning of the year when the soil was restored, and the specific day in the first month, I have no memory."

"The previous life was the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, and the news was that I entered Beijing on the morning of the twenty-first day of the first lunar month." The young man raised his fingertips and said lightly, "I have noticed this since the first battle report came back. .”

"Grandpa and the others have won every battle in their life, and it took a few days in the morning."

"The first time was half a day earlier, the second time was a day, and the third time was about two days... From this, I deduce that the time to recover Lang City in this life will be around the twelfth or thirteenth day of the first lunar month."

"It's just in time for your birthday, so I sent people to watch along the way three days in advance, and it really arrived today."

"It's so much earlier." Mu Xici was a little surprised, "Then doesn't that mean—"

"Yes, the Duke and the others might triumph half a month earlier." Mo Junli grinned, "You can also spend less time worrying about it."

"Okay, Ah Ci, it's late at night, I should send you back to the Duke's mansion."

　Someone Guess Brother and Dad's Letter
　　How is it possible, letters from home will not be sent so frequently
　　because there is no time to write

　　It's battle report
　　And it's tantamount to coercing to intercept Lao Mo's battle report, copy a copy, and give it to Ah Ci first

　　Poor old Mo didn't receive the news until he went to court the next day
　　Ah Ci is one night early hahahaha
　　
　
(End of this chapter)