Chapter 273 There are children in the military camp
Sang Ning glanced sideways at Huo Changan.
He is really fascinating in this way.
It has nothing to do with appearance.
For the people of the world.
When Beigong Yao walked, he actually felt that his back was a little unsteady.
So what if his army is well-equipped and strong?
It is better to have a group of mixed and cobbled-together teams kill more enemies.
I really miss the days when I fought side by side with Huo Erlang against Xichuan.
"General! A secret letter from the Third Prince!"
A cavalryman came rushing to deliver an urgent letter from a thousand miles away.
Beigong Yao opened it.
It was actually an order prohibiting him from leading troops to the northern border for support.
It is said that the prince did not send other people to help, but let the Beigong army go to the northern border, which was intended to weaken the strength of the Beigong army.
Beigong Yao just felt annoyed when he first saw it. When will the fighting in the court stop?
It would be better for the emperor to just die. The Crown Prince and the Third Prince would start fighting each other, and whoever wins will sit on the throne!
But when I thought about it more, I broke out in a cold sweat.
His father took 50,000 troops to the northern border!
What does that mean? Why do we need support? Is it Dad...
Damn it!
If his father really needed support, what did the Third Prince mean?
For his throne, he wants to sacrifice his father?
What a fucking dream!
"I've had enough! I've raised so many soldiers, but instead of attacking the enemy, I'm only attacking my own people?
Come, quickly send a message to Lutai, and send 100,000 troops to the northern border to support the old general! "
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Xing Hui sighed.
"The master knows that she owes the eldest young master a lot, but now she has to force him to make a choice. She really feels that associating with jackals will not end well, and it's not just because of the young lady.
I hope the eldest son can make the right choice. Even if it means breaking his wings and injuring his bones, it is better than ending up like the Huo family..."
Xinghui stopped talking apologetically.
Huo Changan had no expression on his face, and he looked even more expressionless in front of outsiders.
But Sanning knew that he was just suppressing his grief in the deepest part of his heart.
She reached out and patted his arm gently, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear.
"Aunt Xinghui, I'll take you into the city."
Sang Ning and Xing Hui talked intimately about their recent situation and entered the city with a long grain team.
Huo Changan stood at the deserted city gate for a long time, letting his emotions show freely.
Third brother is back.
Really not dead.
Even though we've been through hardships, everything will be fine.
And where are my eldest and second brothers?
There was a cry of despair in the city. The Beigong army was driven away and supplies were obtained.
Xinghui brings more than just food.
Medicinal materials, weapons, military uniforms, almost everything needed is available.
Crescent Moon Villa was originally a sword-making family, and it used to supply the Beigong Army. Unfortunately, the Beigong Army was too powerful, and so many of the families that supplied it did not take Crescent Moon Villa seriously at all.
After the breakup, Xinyue Rong secretly transferred the villa's power out of Lutai and rebuilt it secretly in various places.
Outsiders only thought that she had abandoned her family business in order to find her daughter, but in fact she had already vowed that she would never be easily controlled by the Beigong family again.
Over the years, Crescent Moon Villa has maintained cooperative relations with many armies, including the Third Prince's enemies.
If that foolish Third Elder were still alive, would he regret what he did that day?
"Aunt Xinghui, thank Aunt Xin for me. Thank you for all your help."
In Sang Ning's letter, he only mentioned food, and he really didn't expect to get so much.
She was really touched.
Xing Hui returned to his deserted appearance.
But there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
"Family members shouldn't talk behind each other's backs. You and my young lady are as close as sisters. From now on, New Moon Villa is destined to belong to the young lady. You sisters should support each other."
The master said that Sang Ning was a man who valued friendship and loyalty, and was also capable. Her young lady was naturally less rigid, and if Xinyue Villa could not be supported in the future, Sang Ning would provide an extra layer of protection.
Providing supplies to the Huo family army is to repay Sang Ning's previous kindness and also for his own future.
So, don’t say thank you.
"The young lady also brought you a letter."
Xinghui handed the letter to Sang Ning.
"Oh, by the way, my master has changed the young lady's name to Xin Xuefu."
Xin Xuefu, the young master of Xinyue Villa, no longer has any relationship with the Beigong family.
"It sounds nice!" Sang Ning praised.
Who the hell cares about the arrogant Beigong family!
Xing Hui's eyebrows softened a little.
After finishing the instructions, he discussed the time for the next food delivery, and then left with his men.
Sanning ran back to the tent and opened the thick letter.
Xin Xuefu also mentioned the name change in the letter, but Old Man Mo still called her Yu'er.
Old Man Mo couldn't sit still, so he opened a wonton shop in Luoling.
This time the scale was larger, and he hired two young assistants. He was not tired at all, and he could see his daughter and granddaughter every day. He was so happy.
Feng'er changed her name to Xin Fengfei, which means she can fly proudly like a phoenix.
Every day, the mother and daughter were busy practicing kung fu, learning arithmetic, and inspecting their own property.
Xin Xuefu complained that she was much dumber than Feng'er.
Feng'er learned everything faster than her. After finishing her studies early, she ran to Old Man Mo's shop to make all kinds of snacks.
Once finished, they are put on sale in the store.
In a short time, Luo Lingcheng knew that there was a 6-year-old little chef in the Mo family wonton shop. The food she made was not only beautiful but also super delicious.
Many people buy it because of its reputation.
Unfortunately, Feng'er is elusive and he doesn't go there every day. Old Man Mo happily explained with a proud tone that she is his granddaughter, but he is busy. If you want to eat, you can't wait to meet her.
After reading the letter, Sang Ning was very happy for them.
Both mother and daughter were once pearls covered in dust, but now the pearls have returned to their place and are starting to walk on the path they should have taken.
very nice.
She thought about replying to the previous letter, found a pen and paper from her space, wrote just two words, and then gave up.
Damn, she can’t write traditional Chinese characters!
Now, except for Huo Changan and Jintang, no one else can understand her words.
At home, Jintang wrote for her.
She really should learn to write from scratch.
Oh, my head is so heavy!
Now I can only wait for Huo Changan to write to her when he is free.
But... in that case, he would know what some girls said.
"Xiao Wuzi!" she shouted outside.
Xiao Wuzi's real name is Liang Wu, and he is the fifth child in the family.
Sang Ning called him Xiao Wuzi.
Including the row of guards outside, all of them were young people, and she called out: Xiao Liangzi, Xiao Yongzi, Xiao Luzi...
There is a guy named Zhang Dabing, and she is also called: Xiaodanzi, which is just the opposite of what she called him.
But no one was angry. The guards were very happy. How kind! The mistress didn't treat them as outsiders, but called them like relatives!
When Xiao Wuzi heard Sang Ning calling, he immediately responded at the entrance of the tent: "Here!"
"Go find Miss Jingya."
"Madam, Miss Jingya is not in the barracks. The master has sent her on a mission."
Oh? That's strange.
"What mission is it?"
Xiao Wuzi scratched his head: "I don't know about this."
Since Huo Jingya was not around, Sang Ning had no choice but to ask Huo Changan for help.
She left the tent and saw a child playing with a wooden bow on the road.
Are there children in the barracks?
Whose?
It looks as big as Jintang.
Could it be from some general?
"Hey, kid, who are you?"
"I'm Zhao Youfu." The child sniffed his nose and wiped it with his sleeve.
Uh, this kid doesn’t look very smart.
"Oh, Youfu, who is your father?"
"Zhao Xiaotian."
Zhao Xiaotian, no impression, not a general.
"Blessed, can you write?"
"No." Youfu shook his head, then nodded: "Yes."
"Crickets——" He wiped his nose again.
Well, those who can read are from good families, but this child doesn’t seem like one of them.
"Write one for me to see."
Youfu used a branch to write two words on the ground:
Mu Yang.
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