Chapter 082 Letter

Yuan Ming was slightly stunned. Now the only contact between them and the capital was Prince Yong.

Sure enough, the next moment he heard Zhao Yucheng say, "It was a letter sent by Prince Yong."

As he spoke, he took out two identical letters from his sleeves, one of which was stamped with "Yuan Ming's personal letter".

Zhao Yucheng handed the two letters to him and said, "This one is written by the prince specifically for you. We haven't read it. The other one is for the town lord."

Seeing his solemn expression, Yuan Ming opened the open letter first and took a look.

After reading it at a glance, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Zhao Yucheng stopped him before he could speak: "Brother Yuan, please be careful with your words. There are so many people here that you should not speak out."

Yuan Ming put the letter away and returned it to him: "I wonder what the lord of the town is planning?"

Zhao Yucheng shook his head.

At this time, the housekeeper of the mansion hurried over and said to Zhao Yucheng: "Young Master, the old master wants you to go over and entertain us."

"Got it."

Yuan Ming said: "Brother Zhao, go first, we will talk another day."

Zhao Yucheng nodded: "Brother Yuan, please do as you please." Then he followed the housekeeper and left.

Yuan Ming did not sit down, but found a place with few people and opened another letter.

King Yong had promised to recommend him as a disciple of Master Ye Yunqi, but he said in the letter that this might be difficult to achieve.

"The prince is seriously ill, the capital is under martial law, and people entering and leaving are strictly controlled. Ye Yunqi's trip back home can only be put on hold."

Seeing this sentence, Yuan Ming frowned unconsciously.

Although he did not know the movements of the capital before he entered the court as an official in his previous life, the prince was in good health and had never heard of him having a serious illness that was enough to put the whole city under martial law.

It didn't seem like he was sick, but more like... he was poisoned!

Yuan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart beat fast, many things had changed, and it was completely different from his previous life.

Was it because he was reborn, or was it for some other reason?

Yuan Ming forced himself not to think too much and continued to read the letter.

In addition to Ye Yunqi, King Yong also mentioned another person in the letter-Ji Qingyue's brother Ji Lingyun.

It turned out that Ji Lingyun had joined the Zhennan Army. Six years ago, there was a severe drought in the northwest, and the people became refugees. There were constant riots and disputes everywhere. The Northwest Army was short of manpower, so it borrowed 200 people from the Zhennan Army, and Ji Lingyun was among them.

During the disaster relief and riot suppression period, Ji Lingyun made many great contributions and turned danger into safety. He was quite appreciated by the generals

of the northwest. After the disaster situation stabilized, he stayed in the northwest. Now he is a young general leading a thousand people. The northwest has always been uneasy. Ji Lingyun has never been able to take leave to go home in these years, but he is worried about his younger brother at home. Every year, he buys a lot of fun and novel toys and sends them back together with letters and money.

After reading this, Yuan Ming's brows furrowed deeply.

According to Ji Qingyue's description, Ji Lingyun had never contacted his family during the years since he joined the army. When he mentioned this to Ji Fulai, Ji Fulai said the same thing, and his expression did not seem hypocritical at the time.

While he was thinking and wondering, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

Yuan Ming turned his head subconsciously and didn't see anyone, and his other shoulder was patted again. Yuan

Ming turned his head helplessly, and then he was met with a beautiful smile.

Ji Qingyue changed into a light red thin shirt, with a layer of gauze covering his upper body. The standing collar embraced his face, as delicate as a fake doll.

Ji Qingyue held up the hem of the dress and turned around in front of him, saying, "Do you think it looks good, husband? Sister Zhiyan gave it to me. She said that the painter will come later. She asked me to go with her."

"It looks good, but it's not because of the dress." Yuan Ming said.

If it wasn't because of the dress, it was self-evident. Ji Qingyue blushed. She was afraid of making a fool of herself in public, so she quickly changed the subject .

"When I came here just now, I saw from a distance that your brows were furrowed. What are you reading?"

Ji Qingyue came suddenly. The letter was in Yuan Ming's hand, and he easily read the content on it.

After reading the letter, Ji Qingyue's tears fell.

"My brother is not missing, and he has not abandoned me."

"Yeah." Yuan Ming held him with one hand and put the other hand on his leg to pat him gently for comfort.

"It's been ten years. Where did the letters he wrote to me and those things go?" Ji Qingyue sobbed, "Could it be that the courier he entrusted made a mistake?"

Yuan Ming said, "Once or twice it may be the courier's problem, but this is not a one-time or two-time problem. The letter said that my eldest brother sent it at least twice a year, which means more than twenty times in ten years. How could it be wrong every time?"

"If not because of this, what else could it be?" Ji Qingyue muttered in a low voice, "Mrs. Liang's brother is the manager of Chengxian Post Station..."

Suddenly he thought of something, and the muttering in his mouth stopped abruptly, and his eyes were red.

He grabbed Yuan Ming's sleeve tightly and said hatefully: "I know, it must be Madam Liang's doing. She hopes my brother will never come back."

Yuan Ming hugged him and said solemnly: "We will set off for Cheng County soon. Let's go to Ji's house and ask her in person."

Because of this incident, Ji Qingyue's mood has been very low, but at someone else's wedding, he still tried to pull the corners of his mouth to make himself look happier. After

the wedding ceremony, Yuan Ming found an excuse to take him away.

After returning home, Ji Qingyue behaved very normally. His emotions did not fluctuate much. He did not cry anymore, but just locked himself in the room.

Yuan Ming knew it would be better for him to be alone at this time, so he did not disturb him and went to the kitchen to stew soup.

After learning the whole story, Cao was very worried. She went to the bedroom door several times, but did not dare to knock on the door to disturb him. She simply went to the kitchen to help Yuan Ming light the fire.

Both of them were in a heavy mood, no one spoke, and they could even hear the sound of firewood bursting after burning.

Ji Qingyue ate a little during the meal. Yuan Ming did not dare to make greasy soup, so he cooked some sweet red date and lotus seed soup.

After the soup was cooked, Yuan Ming and Cao looked at each other, and both wanted to go to the bedroom to serve soup.

Cao said, "You have never been able to comfort people since you were a child, and you don't know how to make your brother happy. You will definitely not be able to say anything good if you go in, and it will make Brother Yue sad for nothing. It is more appropriate for me to go."

Yuan Ming: "..."

He was about to speak when a burst of laughter suddenly rang out from the kitchen door.

Ji Qingyue blinked: "What delicious food are my husband and mother cooking? They didn't call me after it was ready. Could it be that they wanted to eat alone behind my back?"

Cao was anxious: "Brother Yue, why did you come out? Mother was just about to bring it to you. This pot of sweet soup is cooked for you."

As she said that, she picked up the soup bowl, put it on the dining table, and asked Ji Qingyue to sit down and taste it.

Yuan Ming: "..."

He now understood that his mother was a typical person who didn't want a son after having a grandson.

Yuan Ming sighed and came to sit next to Ji Qingyue.

Ji Qingyue scooped up a spoonful of soup and took a sip. The slightly sweet taste burst in his mouth, which made his depressed mood much better.

"It's delicious, my husband's cooking!"

Seeing Ji Qingyue's sweet smile, Yuan Ming's gloomy mood was swept away.

"As long as Qingqing likes it, there's more in the pot."

Cao asked him a few questions with concern, and seeing that Ji Qingyue had really let it go, she didn't stay any longer. The young husband and wife still had some private words to talk about, and it was really inappropriate for her to stay here.

After drinking the sweet soup, they returned to the bedroom.

Lying on the soft bed, Ji Qingyue watched Yuan Ming busying around, and suddenly said: "It's time to get my dowry back."

Hearing this, Yuan Ming put down the things in his hands and sat down beside the bed.

"Have you thought about it?"

They talked about the dowry when they returned to their parents' home. But at that time, Ji Qingyue still cared about the relationship with her family and was unwilling to completely break up.

"Mrs. Liang must have hidden my brother's letter. There has been no news of my brother for so many years. Even if my father cared about him a little, he would not let Mrs. Liang do anything."

Ji Qingyue's lips curled up a sad smile: "After all, it is my father who caused all this today. It was his connivance and neglect that made Mrs. Liang more reckless."

Yuan Ming did not speak, but just hugged him quietly.

"Husband, this time I may really be a child without a father or a mother." Ji Qingyue said with sobs.

Yuan Ming hugged him tighter: "It doesn't matter, you still have me, your mother, and your eldest brother who is far away in the northwest. We will never abandon you."

"Okay." Ji Qingyue grabbed the clothes on Yuan Ming's chest, as fragile as a chick that just left the nest.