After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 162 Family Letter
It was already late, and it became even colder at night, and snow began to fall from the sky again.

Apart from the torches in the camp and the sentries at the door, only the lights in the meeting tent were still on.

Pei Lan had been looking at the sand table for nearly two hours.

When Ji Yunzhang came in, she was still immersed in the sand table.

The charcoal fire in the big tent had gone out long ago. She was walking around the sand table, rubbing her hands.

Sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing.

Ji Yunzhang took out a mud-yellow envelope from his arms.

Pei Lan was looking at the sand table with a frown on her face when suddenly an unopened letter was handed to her.

She didn't react for a moment and looked up in a daze.

Under the oil lamp, Ji Yunzhang's face was vague and unclear.

Ji Yunzhang: "My mother sent it."

Pei Lan lowered his eyes again. The envelope was addressed to Lan'er. This was a letter from home to her.

Her heart was touched.

That day, she went to the palace to ask for permission, intending to go to the border alone. If she couldn't drive the Western Jin Dynasty back, she would never be able to face them in her life.

She will live with guilt for the rest of her life.

So, she only left a letter for Ji Yunzhang and left Beijing in a hurry.

Pei Lan cleared his throat, "Why don't you look?"

Ji Yunzhang sat down on the nearest stool, "I have it, I've read it, it's yours."

He couldn't say it, his answer was just three words.

Okay, don’t worry.

Pei Lan held his slightly cold hands to his mouth, blew on them, rubbed them, and when they felt a little warm, he took the envelope and opened it.

Not only are there several pages filled with writing, there are even small portraits of two children.

She couldn't help but touch the lifelike portrait of the child with her fingertips, and only after she was satisfied did she hand the portrait to Ji Yunzhang.

"Mother said that this was painted by Kuan Ge'er."

Ji Yunzhang took the statue, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. Fortunately, the light was not bright enough and she didn't see it.

If his mother were here, he would really like to tell her.

If you have nothing to say, don't make up words. Don't waste a piece of paper if you have only three words.

Pei Lan looked carefully and found that there were not only letters from his mother, but also letters from Kuan Ge'er, all together.

The thick stack of letter papers expresses deep concern.

"Mom said that Qi'an, Sui'an, and Kuan'er are all with her now. She is doing well, so we don't need to worry."

She unfolded the letter carefully and read it again.

"Mother said she brought some thick clothes for us. It will be slower to go through the post station, so we should arrive in a few days."

After reading the letter, tears welled up in Pei Lan's eyes.

"Qi'er can now stand up on his own, and An'er has finally learned to crawl."

"I don't know when I can see them again. They probably don't recognize me anymore..."

When she said the last sentence, her voice couldn't help but choke.

When her two children were still infants, she was abducted by her biological father and separated from her two children.

I finally returned to Beijing and my child could already sit up.

When they first met her, the two children didn't want her and wouldn't let her hug or touch them.

After finally getting familiar with the place, now I'm back to the border.

Ji Yunzhang lowered his eyes and looked at the little statue. "Soon, we will be able to go back soon. We still have a long life ahead of us. Once this world is settled, we can accompany them as they grow up."

"You're right!" She looked up, blinked, carefully folded the letter and put it back into the envelope.

"So we have to hurry!"

Pei Lan stood up and pointed at the sand table, "After the meeting this afternoon, I have been thinking about whether there is a way to find another way."

"We want to take Yan Hui back, but we have overlooked a place." "West Edge."

"Yanhui is between Xiyan and Xiasha, but now the Western Jin Dynasty is focusing on Xiasha. Their goal is to open up the grain route through Xiasha and Chengzhou to provide most of the supplies and reinforcements to the Western Jin Dynasty ahead."

Ji Yunzhang looked at the small town in the corner of the sand table and asked, "You mean, we should go directly from the west edge?"

Pei Lan shook his head. "It's too far of a detour. We need to attack from both sides together with Xi Yan!"

Ji Yunzhang slowly stood up straight, "West Edge is at the corner, and there is a natural barrier, West Edge Mountain, so the military force of West Edge is not strong."

"It's OK to use the city walls to protect the peace, but if we want to march and fight, I'm afraid it will be difficult to take action."

Pei Lan frowned.

Ji Yunzhang, "Our goal is not just to take back Yanhui, we want to drive the Western Jin people away from Daqi."

"We can't just fight to take the city."

Ji Yunzhang looked at her and asked in a low voice, "You said that you are the only one who knows him best."

"Then put yourself in their shoes and think about it. If you were the military advisor of the Western Jin Dynasty, what would you do?"

"Or rather, with his strategy, what would he do?"

Ji Yunzhang has always been reluctant to mention Muchun in front of her.

He didn't know how she should face it.

But when he saw the twelve words she left, he knew her choice.

Now that he mentioned him calmly, it seemed as if the slight gap between them had instantly disappeared.

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Western Jin camp.

Wan Lie's right shoulder was wrapped in thick gauze. He lifted the curtain and came in, just as Tugrimu was leaving with a gloomy face.

Mu Chun looked at him calmly, "How's your hand?"

Wan Lie moved his right shoulder and said, "I've changed the medicine for a few days now, and it's much better now."

On the day of the attack, he was stabbed twice in the shoulder blade and back while trying to protect his master who didn't know Kung Fu.

He looked back at the door curtain that was fluttering because of Tugrimu's anger.

"Sir, these people from the Western Jin Dynasty are ungrateful. You don't have to work for them if you want revenge."

"The King of Yanjing is not..."

Mu Chun slowly sat down, his eyes calm, "Will you give me another person to risk my life?"

"All the Meng family members deserve to die."

"God's will? Oh, I will destroy their destiny."

Wan Lie lowered his eyelids, "Then, what about that girl..."

When Mu Chun thought of Feng Qing, he saw Lan'er's stubborn and resentful little face.

"She knows nothing. She grew up in the Xie family and is now a wife of the Ji family. Our positions are already different."

"It will be fine once the dynasty changes. I will talk to her then. She will understand me..."

Wan Lie did not respond.

On the way from Fengqing to Yanhui that day, the girl saw too much suffering among the people, with families broken up and people killed because of the war.

The girl was taught by the master himself and had never experienced any pain, so she was too upright.

In the girl's mind, there is a clear distinction between greater righteousness and lesser righteousness.

Mr. Ke came out of it after going through a lot of pain and suffering, which is a pain that ordinary people cannot imagine.

The girl couldn't understand because she had never experienced it.

Mu Chun sighed, "Lan'er is now in the southwest camp of Tongchang."

"Lan'er is smart, but unfortunately she is a girl. If she were a boy, I would have told her everything."

Wan Lie pursed his lips. He had a vague feeling that the gentleman would definitely be disappointed.

(End of this chapter)