Seeing Liu'er's letter, Mr. Jiang was in a particularly comfortable mood.

When Yuan Dongjun followed Prince Ashinni, the Turkic envoy who came to the capital to celebrate, returned to the Turkic revelation, Jiang Erye said goodbye to him in the Beijun Pavilion, five miles outside the west gate of Kang'an. After Yuan Dongjun left, Jiang Erye was encouraged by Jiang Houer who was looking for death and left two poems in the Beijun Pavilion: Farewell to Yuanye in the Beijun Pavilion, and the song ended and everyone was dispersed.

Who would have thought that this poem was copied and presented to the imperial court, and told Mr. Jiang Er to have a good relationship with a male prostitute, which was a disgraceful official. After seeing him, he called Mr. Jiang Er to the palace. He did not mention this matter in half, but only gave him a copy of "Thousand Characters of Seal Script" to let him copy and write small seal script like ghost painting talismans. Mr. Jiang Er dared not refuse to obey the order of Long Live. He despised his hard work in practicing calligraphy, so he pulled his little daughter to practice with him.

The little girl not only has good looks, temperament, intelligence and talent, but also has his shortcomings, but also has his shortcomings in not being good at reading and practicing calligraphy. Because Mr. Jiang often has to use Xiaozun to write memorials for Long Live, he has to practice Xiaozun to look a little. His precious daughter practiced Xiaozun with him while practicing Xiaozun and running script with her brother and her sister, and wrote the characters into four-dimensional similarities. Therefore, every time he opened her letter, Mr. Jiang could find the confidence that "my calligraphy is already very good."

He happily took the letter from his daughter to his nephew with one hand and then asked, "Where is mine?"

"In Jiang Houer's hands, my nephew will pick it up for you." Jiang Erlang went out to pick up the letter. When he came back, he not only brought the letter, but also brought back Uncle Qiu who had Yi Rong.

Mr. Jiang, who was sitting on the couch, quickly sat upright, "Why are you back? The trip to the border town is still smooth, where is Ling'er?"

After Jiang Ling followed Mr. Jiang Er to Jiuquan and settled, he left most of the guards to Mr. Jiang Er. He and Uncle Qiu and more than 30 others rushed to the border city to worship ancestors, repair the Ren Mansion, and rectified the border city garrison. This time, it took more than two months. Ling'er's previous letter to mention the return, but in a blink of an eye, Uncle Qiu stood in front of Mr. Jiang Er, how could he not worry?

"The situation in the border town has stabilized, the young master is safe, I will follow the messenger back to protect the second master." Uncle Qiu cleaned his hands first before taking out the letter from Jiang Ling to Mr. Jiang, and then raised his hand to take his pulse.

"Nothing." Mr. Jiang puffed up his cheeks, "There are only a few people around Ling'er. How many people are here? Why don't you follow him and run back to do?"

"Young Master and I are not worried about you." Uncle Qiu finished diagnosing Mr. Jiang Er's pulse, and then pulled his inner clothes to check the wound. "This poison is made up of the venom of two poisonous snakes. It is the most vicious poison of the Turks. In addition to taking the antidote internally, you also have to roast the wound with fire..."

When he found that Mr. Jiang's shoulders were trembling, Uncle Qiu quickly comforted him, "Second Master, don't panic. I have treated this poison while I was in the border town. You can take Mafei San and take a nap and I will be able to handle it."

Mr. Jiang almost cried, "Will he leave a scar?"

Such a large wound will definitely fall on scars, and even the best ointment cannot be removed. Uncle Qiu paused and comforted, "If you have scars on your body, you can show your heroic spirit and ambition to serve the country with loyalty."

I really want to...this is the case. Mr. Jiang changed his peach blossom eyes, "I'll drink it after reading Liu'er's letter?"

Uncle Qiu nodded with a smile, "Miss Six has sent another letter?"

Mr. Jiang was immediately browsed, "Liu'er knocked Qin Chengbi unconscious on the Yulin Medical School ground! That's what we should do. Let's come out and work hard. The whole family stays in Kang'an, not bullied! So what if Qin Chengbi is the young prince of Duke Shen's mansion? So what if he is four years older than Liu'er? If Liu'er asks him to stand sideways, he must not stand up!"

Uncle Qiu reminded, "Second Master, Miss Six said that she has grown more than two inches taller, and Qin Chengbi is not as tall as Miss Six."

Jiang Erye’s bright eyes were full of smiles, “You are always right. Liu'er cares about this matter the most. When you reply to her, be careful not to write it wrong.”

"The second master's right arm is injured, how can I write a letter?"

"Are you back? Why do you need me to pick up the pen in person?"

Uncle Qiu laughed out loud. Everyone thought that the spoiled second master would complain to Liantian when he came to Suzhou, but he did so with the circumstances and still lived leisurely. Uncle Qiu returned to him and seemed to feel that this place was no different from Kang'an.

After Master Jiang Erzhan fell asleep after reading the letter Yin Ma Fei San, Uncle Qiu asked Jiang Erlang and Jiang Houer to support him and burn his wounds with a red-hot knife.

Mr. Jiang had no feelings at all. Jiang Erlang's eyes were red, and Jiang Houer's nose was snot and tears flowed. Uncle Qiu felt uncomfortable and said, "Monkey, if you dare to drip your nose on Mr. Er, he will definitely drive you back to Kang'an to feed the cows when he wakes up."

Seeing Jiang Houer lifting her sleeves to wipe her face, Jiang Erlang said again, "If you let Uncle Er know that you wipe your nose with your sleeves, you will also drive you back."

Jiang Houer sniffled and muttered, "The second master is asleep and can't see it. Uncle Qiu and the second young master will not tell him to the second master. You are not afraid."

Uncle Qiu smiled, "If you feel really distressed, go to the outer room to wait."

Jiang Houer shook her head, "Baoer is also injured. I have to learn to burn it. I will burn it later."

Uncle Qiu paused, "Can you succeed?"

"able!"

Uncle Qiu shook his head and stopped talking, and focused on treating the wounds for Mr. Jiang.

After Mr. Jiang woke up, he endured the scorching pain and stared at the ugly wound on his shoulder for a moment, and said to Uncle Qiu, "After the wound falls and heals, I will write a piece of fiery red maple leaves here."

Uncle Qiu said, "The second master's name is Zhongqing, and his writing is better with a green maple leaf."

Mr. Jiang put down the mirror and said, "Write a letter back and ask Yu Yuanzi, asking him to calculate whether the literary green color is better or the red color is better."

Uncle Qiu…

"You are old and prepare your pen and ink. I want to write a letter to Long Live. I want to tell Long Live that Nie Linjiang was killed by the Khitans who pretended to be Turks. The Khitans tried to provoke disputes between the Great Zhou and the Turks so that they could reap the benefits of the fisherman! My God's poison today must have been given by the Khitans!"

"Second Master, the identity of the killer today has not been verified yet. You should check it before..."

"Long live, I will write whatever I want when I write the secret letter I have given him."

Uncle Qiu…

Three days later, the letter written by Uncle Qiu was delivered to Xuande Hall of the Imperial Palace. Emperor Jing He was shocked when he saw the font on the envelope and quickly took out the letter and read it carefully.

After reading the letter, Emperor Jing He walked around the hall with his hands behind his back several times before stopping and saying, "Please protect the Duke."

Fifteen days later, the Jiang family received a letter from Mr. Jiang. However, this letter was not written after Mr. Jiang was injured, but one of several reply letters he wrote in advance. The letters were sent back with the letters, including Jiuquan's specialty, sauce-flavored yellow mutton. When the letters and mutton were delivered to the Jiang family, loud crying sounds came from the Jiang family's Dicui Hall. Yue Jinyi, the granddaughter-in-law of the Jiang family, gave birth to a daughter for Jiang Dalang's safety, and Jiang Song named him Jiang Jiayin.
Chapter completed!