The scumbag ran away from marriage, I remarried on the spot

Meng Jinyao took the letter and saw the words "My wife personally writes" on the envelope. The corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously. She opened the envelope and took out the letter paper, which was just a thin piece of letter paper.

Paper is short but love is long, letter is thin but love is deep.

I saw it written above:

Azuma Fangjian:

The idle leaves of several trees were first covered with crow yellow. Feeling the slight chill of the ripples and the slight coolness of the west wind, they were about to take off their clothes. Seeing this in the daytime will cause you to miss it early. The toad is in the sky, and it is difficult to realize your dream. What's more, people on the other side of the river often hear laughter, and the wine shop near the water also plays "Yangguan". I couldn't sleep all night, so I sat up and leaned against the window. The mountains are covered with clouds at dusk, and the road is misty in the distance. My hometown has been out of sight for a long time.

I am afraid that I will be holding someone in my green sleeves, leaning against the bamboo for a long time, staring at where the smoke boat is going, and I will not feel the dew and coldness, and the dark and wet mist on my temples.

So, I burned the candle and held the tube, rolled up the sheep's skirt, and gave it to the swan geese. It was expected that it would arrive soon. I hope that when I see this calligraphy, it is like the opposite, which makes me feel a little comforted and miss you!

Qiu'an.

Yao Ling's handwriting.

Meng Jinyao read the letter, the smile on her face grew stronger, and there was a hint of sweetness in her heart. This was the first time she had received a letter from home, and it was such a loving letter.

She whispered in a low voice: "Gu Jingxi, I didn't expect you to have such a side."

She missed her all the time. Not only was the writing elegant, but it was also weirdly crooked. If the handwriting wasn't familiar, she would have mistaken it for someone else.

He also said that because he was afraid that she would miss her husband, Yi Zhu looked at the place where her husband left, looking forward to his return, and was afraid that she would catch cold, etc., so he sent a letter back and asked her to read the letter as if she were looking at her husband, so as not to go too far. miss.

What nonsense!

She would not foolishly go to the dock to look forward to your return just because she missed him.

Suddenly, she remembered what Aning told her before about the difference between ordinary people and literati.

If ordinary people like a girl and want to express their feelings, they just say "I love you", but it is different for literati. Literati will write poems and lyrics for you, and express their love to you implicitly by quoting scriptures.

Her husband is the latter, and he is very polite when writing letters.

Qingqiu saw a slight blush on her cheeks, a smile as sweet as honey, and a smile in her eyes, and asked curiously: "Madam, what did the Marquis write?"

Meng Jinyao shook her head with a smile, folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope, and said to Qingqiu: "Go to the study and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I want to reply to the Marquis."

Qingqiu responded: "Hey, I'll go get ready now."

Meng Jinyao put the letter away and then went to the study to reply. Some of the words were not suitable for the maid to see, so she simply asked Qingqiu to stay away before writing a reply.

After a long time, a loving reply was written. When the ink was dry, the letter was folded and put into an envelope, and the envelope was sealed with wax.

Meng Jinyao handed the letter to Qingqiu and ordered: "Go and ask the old lady tomorrow if she wants to reply to the Marquis. If the old lady also replies, then send the old lady's letter to the Marquis together with my letter. If I If the person doesn’t reply, then just go find the letter writer and send the letter.”

Qingqiu took the letter and said, "I understand."

Meng Jinyao said again: "I want to eat fish tonight. Please tell someone to the kitchen later."

Qingqiu responded again: "Yes, madam."

Afterwards, Meng Jinyao sent her out and read a book alone in the study to pass the time.

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Shou'an Hall.

Mrs. Gu was a little confused when she received the letter home from her son. Calculating the distance based on time, her son had only arrived in Hangzhou now. Even if he wrote a letter home to report that he was safe, it would only be delivered after half a month.

Unless something happens on the way, I will write the letter and send it back on the way.

She took the letter and pinched the thickness of the envelope. She was immediately flattered. How had her son ever written such a thick letter home to her?

In the past, letters home contained only a thin piece of letter paper in the envelope, and there were only a few words in the letter.

My mother’s lesson:

Seeing words is like meeting each other, showing trust and comfort.

How is your mother doing? I have arrived safely, everything is fine, don’t miss me.

Peace.

Yao Ling's handwriting.

The letters sent home every time were the same, but this time the letters were definitely more thick than just a few words.

Mrs. Gu said strangely: "Every time Yao Ling writes a letter home, he is concise and concise, as if he is so poor that he has no ink to write two more words. But this letter has at least three pieces of paper. Could it be that this time he has changed his temper?"

Aunt Feng replied: "Maybe the Marquis has something important to tell you, so I wrote more."

Mrs. Gu nodded gently: "Let me take a look first."

After she said that, she opened the envelope and took out the letter paper inside, and found that there were actually three pieces of letter paper inside, all three pieces of letter paper were full of writing.

After reading the letter, I found that this time the letter home contained a lot of content, and the words were addressed to her, but not for her. That is to say, the greetings at the beginning were related to her, and the rest were related to the daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Gu handed the letter to Nanny Feng and smiled helplessly: "Look, just a few days after leaving home, he was worried that his wife would not be able to eat well, wear clothes or keep warm. There were so many maids waiting on her, and she was worried. She also warned me How can I help him take care of his wife? What kind of things does his wife like? Let me help prepare it."

Nanny Feng took the letter and took a quick look at it. She found that it was all related to Madam, such as which clothes, jewelry and cakes Madam liked. The Marquis really loved Madam in every possible way. Looking at the capital, , it is probably difficult to find a man who dotes on his wife as much as Mr. Hou.

Aunt Feng handed the letter back and said: "Since the Marquis and his wife got married, he has never left her for such a long time. In addition, the wife is pregnant again. It is inevitable that the Marquis will be nervous about their mother and son. I can only entrust you to take good care of him." On."

Mrs. Gu laughed and cursed: "I really forgot about my mother when I had a daughter-in-law. I never saw him being so worried about leaving my old mother before, and I never saw him specifically writing a letter to ask someone to help take care of my old mother."

Aunt Feng replied warmly: "Old madam, the Marquis is also very filial to you, but he doesn't express it in words, but the Marquis does what he should do very well, and brings you gifts every time he travels far away."

Mrs. Gu smiled and said, "That's what I'm saying. This child is indeed very filial when he should be filial."

After a while, she told Nanny Feng: "Tomorrow you go to Jinxiufang, invite the shopkeeper to the house, and measure Ayao's clothes to make clothes. Jinxiufang has made reservations in advance, and late autumn clothes should also be ordered in advance. By then Just make the waist a little bigger. The clothes in Jinxiufang are not cheap, so just pay from me instead of going out on business."

Aunt Feng responded: "Yes, old lady."

Mrs. Gu thought for a while and then said: "You should invite her in the name of Yao Ling, so as not to make the eldest and second bedroom jealous. A Yao must be happy knowing that Yao Ling cares about her so much. A happy pregnant woman will be more conducive to the miscarriage. .”

Aunt Feng nodded and said: "Old Madam is still thoughtful, and everything from now on will be in the name of the Marquis?"

Mrs. Gu nodded: "Well, it's all in his name."