Spring hunt?

Xiao Yuanche immediately became interested, "My royal sister is really well-informed."

"Second Brother, don't tease me. The whole capital knows about this... I think, no matter what, the Qing army will soon recover the lost grain."

"Second brother, if you want to become a minister of state, you'd better hurry up."

Xiao Yuanshuang's words were like a seductive fox, whispering incantations in Xiao Yuanche's ear.

Putting everything else aside, they really don't have much time left.

The spring hunt was scheduled for the second day of the second lunar month, just after the first month of the lunar calendar.

With some days still to go before the spring hunt, Murong Yue was overjoyed and already looking forward to it.

She has learned more characters these days and directly hinted to Li Xuanji that she wants to learn how to read maps.

What could Li Xuanji do? He was her only student; she had to spoil him.

In the northwestern frontier, the spring chill lingers.

While other places may be beginning to show signs of spring, it is still very cold here.

The spring breeze was even colder than the winter wind, howling loudly.

The marching tents were almost blown away.

Among the many tents, one house stands out, just like an ordinary family's house, a row of three tiled houses.

It faces the coaching field directly.

Without any decoration, its desolate atmosphere blends seamlessly with the vast Northwest.

In the leftmost room, there was a bed, a desk, a suit of silver armor, and a simple washbasin next to it.

There was also an incredibly detailed map on the wall.

Next to the table was a large wooden box.

There is nothing else besides that.

Splash—

The door was pulled open, and a gust of cold wind blew in. A man also came in with him.

The man wore a distinctive animal skin hat typical of Northwest China. Beneath the hat, his eyes shone brightly like stars and sparkled like pearls.

His thin lips, which seemed to be smiling but weren't, added to his mystery, making him unforgettable.

Years of life on the frontier have left deep marks on the man's face, making him appear even more composed.

He was like a rock that had been weathered by wind and rain.

It exudes a sense of fortitude.

"Hey, General, wait a minute! There's also His Majesty's letter."

"The box is next to your desk."

Yan Qinghe immediately stopped, turned to look at the young general, and asked, "Is there another letter?"

The young general couldn't stop in time and bumped into Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe remained motionless, as still as a small mountain.

The young general was hit so hard that two streams of blood immediately flowed down his nose.

He squatted down, covered his nose, and rubbed it against his chest.

He pulled out a letter and said in a muffled voice, "This humble servant personally read what His Majesty wrote... hiss—"

Ouch!

The general was dressed in civilian clothes, while I was in full armor, yet it was I who was injured.

I have no idea how they got that physique.

Before he could react, the letter in his hand vanished in a flash, and the door slammed shut.

As Yan Qinghe entered the room, he saw a large box on the floor.

He carefully placed the letter on the desk, and ignoring the cold water in the sink, washed his hands twice with soap.

I dried my hands, sat down at my desk, and picked up the thin envelope as if it were a priceless treasure.

Remove the sealing wax and open the letter.

There were a few lines of text written inside, crooked and messy.

"Two pounds of soybeans, soaked in water for two days..."

"hehe..."

Yan Qinghe let out a low laugh.

In my memory, His Majesty's calligraphy, while not that of a contemporary master, was not this crooked and twisted.

He called out towards the door, "Summon Wuyi to see me."

Wu Yi came in, covering his wet nose.

I just took the time to wash off my nosebleed.

That's so embarrassing.

Real men only bleed on the battlefield, okay?

Wu Yi lowered his head, feeling embarrassed to look at Yan Qinghe, "General."

"Hmm, this letter...was written by His Majesty himself?"

"Yes, Your Majesty wrote it with your own eyes. Your Majesty first prepared the gift personally, and then summoned the head chef of the Imperial Kitchen to inquire..."

Wu Yi scratched his head. He wasn't particularly interested in food and couldn't quite remember.

"It seems to be asking about the recipe for a dessert, oh right, it's called sweet tofu pudding."

"Made with soybeans."

Yan Qinghe nodded. The imperial wax seal on the envelope was intact, so Wu Yi couldn't possibly have peeked at the letter.

Besides, even if Wu Yi had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to lie to himself.

Then this letter was indeed written by His Majesty.

But why has His Majesty's handwriting become like this?

He read the letter's brief contents again, folded it gently, and looked up at Wu Yi, "Is His Majesty alright?"

"Reporting to the General, His Majesty looks better than when I saw him on his birthday."

My last birthday was in May.

Half a year has passed.

He hadn't seen anyone for five whole years and could only imagine what His Majesty looked like based on his memories.

Good complexion, that's good.

"Go ahead."

After seeing Wu Yi off, Yan Qinghe looked at the letter in his hand again, "Sweet tofu pudding..."

My gaze fell on the large box.

He raised his hand to brush away the yellow dust that clung to the box and gently opened it.

First there was a pile of gold, and then there was silver.

ha.

Yan Qinghe's lips curled up again.

His Majesty still loves gold and silver.

Then there was a small wooden box. When you took it out and opened it, you could see two round, plump things embedded in the brocade lining inside.

"Summon Wu Yi to see me."

Wu Yi entered the room again, this time with half of his armor off. The general must have something important to tell him.

So he arrived with his upper body dressed in casual clothes, and his lower body covered by armor that he hadn't taken off yet.

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