Chapter 196 I Believe You Have Me in Your Heart

But in fact, the secret memorial written in the name of County Magistrate Liu had already been sent to the capital the night before.

Yan Shenjue handed over the secret memorial he had written and turned to look for Xinbao.

He was about to write a secret memorial, so he asked Fourth Brother Tang to look after Xinbao for a while. About an hour later, she was no longer outside. He searched for her twice but couldn't find her. He asked the servants and found out that she was in the guest room.

Yan Shenjue knocked on the door, and Fourth Brother Tang came over to open it, holding a round stool in his hand, and placed it next to the door, smiling, "Sit here for a while."

Yan Shenjue raised his head and took a look.

I saw Xinbao lying on the table, holding a brush, clumsily doing something.

Yan Shenjue said, "Xinbao?" and wanted to walk over.

Fourth Brother Tang smiled and held out his hand to stop him: "Xinbao is not allowed to look at it."

Yan Shenjue was surprised: "Not allowed to watch? What is she doing?"

Fourth Brother Tang smiled and said, "I'm writing a letter to my father."

"Write a letter?" Yan Shenjue was a little amused: "I didn't know that Xinbao can write letters now?"

She said, "Xinbao will write when he finds it, so he wrote the first one for you."

That's what faith is.

Yan Shenjue found it even more funny. There were several books and some papers spread out on the table. Tuanzi was flipping through the books and writing at the same time. It looked quite realistic.

They both looked on with a smile.

Xinbao put in a lot of effort...mainly because his chubby hands and the brush were too weak.

But in the end, she still managed to finish writing the letter with the least strokes and the fewest words.

It is true that a good cook cannot cook without rice, and a big boss cannot manage a broken car. Fortunately, she is full of talent. After ninety-nine points were wasted, the remaining one point is still enough for writing letters. Between the lines, her longing is perfectly expressed.

Tuanzi put down his pen and admired it for a while, then shook his little head proudly.

It's me, I'm really smart.

Yan Shenjue looked on with a smile.

If he remembered correctly, the last time she was so confident, she wrote those three words that looked like scribbles and had no idea what they meant.

Tuanzi picked up the paper and blew on it. A word was as big as a fist and could be vaguely recognized from the back.

Yan Shenjue narrowed his eyes and watched, but Tuanzi looked up and saw it. He climbed down from the stool in a very mean way, holding papers in both hands, hid behind the table, and shook it like clothes, and blew it hard, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Yan Shenjue was really about to die of laughter at her.

If it were someone else, he might feel uncomfortable if he was not allowed to read the writing, but she... He knew without thinking that she must have mentioned him in the letter.

This feeling of having someone in this world who can make me believe that "you have me in your heart" is surprisingly reassuring.

Then Xinbao was finally blown dry, and it started to fold up.

Fourth Brother Tang said, "Give it to me. I'll ask Butler Anshun to package it."

Xinbao said, "You need to write a personal letter from Dad."

Fourth Brother Tang raised his eyebrows: "Daddy needs to personally open it? Okay."

So the villain Fourth Brother Tang exchanged a look with Yan Shenjue and went out with the paper. Xinbao consciously cleaned up the mess of papers on the table.

Yan Shenjue saw that there were several spots of ink on her sleeves, so he carried her into the guest room next door and found clothes for her to wear.

Fourth Brother Tang came back and said, "It's ready. Please write a personal letter from my father on it and have someone send it out."

Little Yan Shen Jue couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay."

He came out, wrote a letter from his father, took it out, looked at it for a few seconds, and gave it to Nineteen before leaving.

Nineteen delivered the letter very quickly, so when Tang Qingshan returned home that night, he saw his second brother holding up the letter and saying, "Your daughter wrote a letter and specifically asked Dad to open it personally, but I didn't even dare to read it!! I don't know who she was guarding against! This little stinky baby is really too much!"

Tang Qingshan washed his hands and took it.

The words on the cover were written by Yan Shenjue, and he thought the words inside were the same.

I didn’t expect that the black words covering the entire paper were actually written by Xinbao himself.

Tang Qingshan took the letter outside and looked at it carefully against the sky. It read:

“

Xinbao misses his daddy a hundred times.

My wife never dreams of going out.

I am so busy. I want to plant flowers on stones, grow medicine for my brother's legs, and flowers for his heart. My wife's sword is sad, and I give her a lot of sweetness. I go home to grow medicine and sell it when it's cold.

Xinbao is really amazing.

Two hundred miss daddy.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

”

The second brother stretched his head to look at the flowers beside him and asked, "What flowers are for Xin?"

Madam Lin also stretched her head to look from the other side, complaining, "I miss daddy 100 times, I miss daddy 200 times, but I don't miss mom! You little heartless thing!"

At the same time, she answered him: "She grows medicine to cure her brother's leg, and grows flowers to sell to comfort her brother's heart! She doesn't even understand this, and she has studied! But what does this wife sword mean? What does it mean to dream and not go out? What kind of flowers are planted on stones?"

The second brother stroked his chin slowly and exchanged glances with his father.

Tang Qingshan read it twice more before carefully folding it and putting it away. He then said to his second brother, "If the Yuan family goes to the county town tomorrow, you should go with them."

"Okay," said the second elder brother, "It just so happens that I have two doses of the medicine that Uncle Yuan gave me. I will go over and ask him to check my pulse again."

Madam Lin asked, "Didn't they say the mountain collapsed? Is the road still passable?"

"It's passable," Tang Qingshan said, "Yuan Dalang said the road has been cleared, and when they were digging they were rushing to both sides."

Madam Lin said, "Oh!" and whispered, "Do you think this Second Master Chen is coming for us?"

Tang Qingshan nodded, "Very likely."

Mrs. Lin was immediately relieved: "That's really God's will!"

So the next day, after taking the medicine, the second brother followed Shijiu, who used the alias Shijiu, to the county town.

Because the family could not finish the vegetables, they collected some for the Shen family to eat. Therefore, they did not drive the Yuan family's horse-drawn carriage, but drove the family's donkey cart, which slowly arrived at the city gate.

Maybe because of the mountain collapse yesterday, many people went out after seeing it, so there was a long queue at the city gate. Everyone was talking about the gossip about Chen Ershao in vivid detail.

The second brother was sitting in the car wrapped in a cloak, listening with a smile on his face.

A man carrying a load came from behind and skillfully pushed his way to the front of the donkey cart. He glanced at the cart and saw that it was loaded with vegetables. He said, "Oh, if you go there now, you won't be able to sell them."

The second brother said casually, "I'm visiting relatives."

The man said, "It's not enough to just bring food when visiting relatives."

The second brother just smiled and ignored him, so he asked, "Do you want to buy two pomegranates? I have freshly picked pomegranates. They are alive and well."

When the second brother shook his head and refused to buy, he muttered a few words of poverty, then took a few quick steps, found a chance, and nimbly got in front of another person, and then began to persuade him to buy his pomegranates. If he refused to sell, he would curse, and if he was not allowed to cut in line, he would curse even more.

Because many people on the road said that there was a pomegranate tree on the mountain where the accident happened, which was unlucky, so since yesterday, pomegranates have not been sold much.

The second brother watched him cut in line and quarreled with several people.

He was big and strong, and looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with. There was a half-grown kid carrying a basket, but he simply grabbed the basket and pulled the kid back, then lined up in front of the kid, acting very arrogant.

The second brother suddenly stood up and shouted, "Pomegranate seller!"

The man turned around, and the second brother said, "Come back, I'll buy it!"

(End of this chapter)