Feng He smiled and said: "Okay, young man, it's up to you and me."

Di Luoxi said in the letter that the battle in Linjiang City was very hard, but she finally withstood it.

Di Luoxi was very happy when she heard that Long Chen was playing well in the west.

It has been a long time since I last saw Long Chen. She has always dreamed of her recently, hoping that she would finish the war as soon as possible and return to the capital to get married.

Long Chen brought pen and ink and wrote a reply. Feng He kept watching from the side. Long Chen felt very awkward, as if he was watching a movie and being stared at.

"Old Feng, please step aside."

Feng He said with a smile: "Sir, the layout is too small. It doesn't matter if you take a look."

Long Chen frowned and said: "We young people write love letters to each other. Why are you joining in the fun at your age? Go away and go away."

Feng He was sitting in the distance drinking tea with a smile. Long Chen finished writing the letter, sealed it, threw it to Feng He, and told him: "No peeking!"

Feng He put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "Who do you think I am, Old Feng? How could I peek at him and say something about the pain of lovesickness?"

Taking the letter, Feng He left the room with a smile.

It was getting late, and Long Chen saw that it was almost time, took a new medicine box, and went to the imperial concubine's palace.
Chapter completed!