Substitute Attack and Scum Shou Your Majesty

Shi Yin held the letter and thought about it for a long time.

Finally got it unsealed.

The handwriting is familiar, and the letter paper is stained with A Luan's favorite fragrance.

He said that he told Aluan not to come to Beidi.

A Luan did not come, but sent such a letter.

Shi Yin could think of how A Luan wrote the pen.

The letter is not long, only less than one page, and what is written in it is not very personal, just very common words, only one sentence is very abrupt.

A Luan wrote that he wears red jade on his body every day.

Stick to your heart.

Shi Yin couldn't help but recall how he put the piece of red jade on A Luan.

Under him, A Luan seemed to be submitting, but not sincere.

He wants to put chains on him.

Hold on to your body and mind.

Even thousands of miles away, he still has everything in his hands.

Shi Yin put the letter away as it was, put it in a small box, and put the box in a hidden place.

He wasn't going to write back.

Beidi people do not move, and they will not rush to send troops.

It snowed several times again, and when I went out for a walk, it almost reached my calf.

Once the winter month is over and the twelfth lunar month is in, even in the northern borderlands, it feels like a new year.

And Shi Yin received three more letters from the capital during this month.

One for the month, two for the end of the month.

One of the letters was from Xu Yan, asking him how he was doing in the army, and congratulating him on his military achievements.

The remaining two letters were all written by A Luan.

Even with the first letter, it took about half a month to send someone to send it once.

Shi Yin just watched and didn't reply at all.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Shiyin went to meet the little prince of Beidi who had been arrested by him.

The little prince still remembered Shi Yin, grabbed him as soon as he saw it, and said, "I asked them for a long time, when will you come, but they just refused to tell me."

"Today is your Central Plains holiday, right? Why are you coming to see me right now?"

Shi Yin looked at him, the little prince was cleanly dressed, and his face was rounder than when he first met him.

I don't think I was bullied.

After all, the identities are different, and he is still reserved as a bargaining chip.

Shi Yin didn't answer him, but just asked, "Are you homesick?"

The little prince pursed his lips and muttered, "Yes, I have missed me a long time ago. But I dare not go back, I am afraid that my father will whip me with a horsewhip."

"Every time I make a mistake, my father will beat me, it hurts."

"But if Erhe is here, she will protect me."

Shi Yin probably guessed what Ehe meant.

The little prince talked for a long time, pulling Shi Yin's eyebrows to dance, and then suddenly discouraged: "But I'm locked up here now."

"Don't say you can't see Ehe, even Father Khan can't smoke me if he wants to."

Shi Yin took his arm off his arm and asked, "Are you still used to living here?"

"Everything is fine," the little prince blinked, looked towards the door, sighed vaguely, and said, "I just can't go out, I'm so nervous."

Shi Yin understood what he meant.

He was also imprisoned by Aluan for more than half a year.

Finally he came out.

The little prince will probably leave here too.

After a while, Shi Yin asked someone to bring in a plate of dumplings, and he sat beside him, watching the little prince finish eating.

The little prince is carefree, and he has no fear when he becomes a prisoner, he is still very innocent.

It just so happened that Vice General Cen approached Shi Yin and said that the general told him to come over, so Shi Yin said goodbye to the little prince and followed Vice General Cen to meet Xu Li.

It's better for them not to meet again.

Now that the little prince is still young, he doesn't understand the meaning of captives, but when he understands later, he will hate him anyway.

So much blood shed on the battlefield is never allowed to be easily forgotten.

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