Reborn to be replaced, remarried to the royal palace to raise children and train husband

It was as if he was afraid that others didn't know that he already had a wife, and he couldn't help showing off whenever he had the chance.

As if everyone doesn’t have a wife!

Although his wife is not as wealthy as the general, he has enjoyed her love for many years. However, some people, although they have married, have never experienced the wedding night, have never felt the warmth of their wife, but are still showing off!

Before Zheng Dinglian could even boast a few words, he saw a soldier hurried over with two heavy letters in his hands.

"Your Highness, your letter has arrived."

Zheng Dinglian raised his eyebrows slightly: "A letter from home? Is it from me?"

The soldier replied respectfully: "That's right."

Zheng Dinglian's eyes softened immediately, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips, but he pretended to be impatient and asked Mo Lin: "Are all women so dependent on their husbands? I was only away for a few days and you couldn't wait to send me two letters? Is your wife also so affectionate?"

Mo Lin laughed in silence, secretly regretting in his heart. If he had known this would happen, he should not have done this in the first place!

Zheng Dinglian reached out to take the letter, his eyes fell on the handwriting on the envelope, and the smile disappeared without a trace.

This handwriting... was written by his ignorant sister Zheng Huiyi. It seems that his expectations were dashed.

Mo Lin noticed his change in expression and couldn't help but glance at the envelope curiously. He asked excitedly, "Why did the prince suddenly become so serious? Is there something unusual in this letter? Why don't you open it and read it to see what instructions the lady has given? Maybe there is something urgent at home."

Mo Lin knew in his heart that he recognized Zheng Huiyi's handwriting. The handwriting was just like her, neither beautiful nor neat, and it was really hard to praise it.

Zheng Dinglian glanced at him and said with a hint of ridicule: "Are you bored in your spare time?"

Mo Lin quickly waved his hands and explained, "I am just worried about whether there is any change in the prince's family."

Zheng Dinglian glared at him, kicked his feet, and scolded with a smile: "Go, train well! You lost so badly in the battle last night, which shows that daily training is not enough. From today on, you will add an extra hour of training every day!"

Mo Lin screamed and begged, "Prince, if we add another hour, we really can't take it!"

The daily training is already exhausting, and adding another hour to it will definitely make everyone exhausted!

Mo Lin cursed himself in his heart for being too talkative. If he had known this would happen, he should not have asked that one extra question.

Zheng Dinglian glared at Mo Lin coldly, then walked into his tent with the letter in his hand. He threw the letter on the table without even looking at it.

He had already anticipated the content of the letter, which was nothing more than his sister complaining about him, and even trying to sow discord and expose his bad deeds in the letter.

As night fell, Zheng Dinglian finished training his troops and finally found time to pick up a piece of letter paper and write back to Zheng Huiyi. The words in the letter were concise and powerful, but also full of warnings.

"Behave yourself! If you dare to talk back to your sister-in-law again, I will teach you a lesson when I come back!"

Zheng Huiyi worked hard to write two long letters of complaint, but her brother didn't even read them and only replied with these few words.

After Zheng Dinglian finished writing the letter, he sat there with a gloomy face, feeling depressed.

Why didn't she write to him? The disputes in the palace were so intense, didn't she think of asking him for help?

Even if she didn't need his help, she should at least care about him, right? After all, they were husband and wife. If he died on the battlefield, wouldn't she be a widow for the rest of her life?

When this thought came to his mind, Zheng Dinglian felt even more uncomfortable.

Zheng Dinglian's mind suddenly flashed with Gu Qinlan's beautiful face, as pretty as a lotus emerging from the water, and a trace of bitterness welled up in his heart.

Well, maybe she never took it to heart at all.

He suddenly regretted that on the night of their separation, he should not have said that if he died on the battlefield, he would allow her to marry someone else.

As a result, the already weak emotional foundation was completely destroyed, and she was probably even more indifferent to him.

Perhaps, not only did she not care, she even secretly looked forward to a life as a widow.

……

Zheng Dinglian felt extremely upset.

However, once the words were spoken, they could not be taken back.

How can I leave more traces of myself in her heart?

The two places are far apart and out of reach...

Zheng Dinglian lowered his head and glanced at the letter on the table.

Oh, and he can write letters!

Although it seems unmanly for a grown man to take the initiative to show his affection to a woman, but... who made him a man?

As a man, it is not shameful to be a little more proactive.

Zheng Dinglian convinced himself in an instant, grabbed a pen and paper, and began to write a letter to Gu Qinlan.

Half an hour later, the space under Zheng Dinglian's desk was filled with discarded paper balls.

He spent half an hour but still failed to write a satisfactory letter.

If it was too detailed, he would feel that he was too wordy and lacked masculinity; if it was too brief, he would worry that he would not be able to convey his feelings clearly.

If he didn't write well, he would crumple the paper into a ball and start over, and the paper balls piled up like a mountain.

Finally, as night fell, Zheng Dinglian finally completed a letter that he was relatively satisfied with. He carefully blew dry the ink, then folded the letter neatly, put it in an envelope, sealed it himself, and called the guards outside the account.

"Send the letter to the post station and make sure they pay attention to it and deliver it as soon as possible."

The guard took the order and left with the letter.

Zheng Dinglian watched the guard go away and began to look forward to Gu Qinlan's reply.

What would she express in her letter? Complaints, blame, or concern?

Zheng Dinglian felt that understanding women's minds was much more difficult than predicting the movements of enemy generals.

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Gu Qinlan had not yet learned that Zheng Dinglian had written a letter specifically for her. At this time, she was in the school, being severely questioned by the teacher.

Master Liao was over fifty years old, with gray hair and wrinkles all over his face. At this moment, he was furious and his face was red. He said indignantly: "I have been teaching for more than 20 years, but this is the first time I have encountered such a presumptuous and rude student! Not only did he beat up his classmates, he even dared to attack me. It is difficult for me to continue teaching such a rebellious student. Princess, you should take him home and ask for help from someone else."

The person whom the Master accused was Zheng Fenghui, the troublemaker in Prince Duan's mansion.

This guy has indeed restrained himself for a while since he came out of the ancestral hall last time. He has behaved quite honestly for several days in a row, and even his presence has weakened a lot.

Gu Qinlan even mistakenly believed that the punishment he had experienced in the ancestral hall had cleared his mind by the ancestors of the Zheng family.

However, it was evidently proved that she was fantasizing.

After all, the title of the devil is not undeserved!

If she remembered correctly, this was the fourth school that Zheng Fenghui had changed.

And he had only studied for three years.

Having changed four schools in three years, he was indeed a little difficult to discipline.

Gu Qinlan looked at Master Liao, whose face had turned purple with anger, and quickly apologized: "Master, please calm down. Feng Hui has a bad temper and has caused you a lot of trouble."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Fenghui protested loudly: "Who is naughty? Stop accusing me!"

Master Liao became even more angry, his fingers trembling, "Princess, you have seen it with your own eyes. It is not that I am prejudiced against him, but that his behavior is beyond control and he even ignores me! My small temple cannot accommodate such a big Buddha. Please take him away as soon as possible and let me go."