Chapter 490 Passing by
“What letter?”
Zhang Xingyi was woken up and asked a little strangely.
Who will write to himself at this time?
“It’s the letter that Mr. Du sent his servants to catch up with just now.”
The servant explained.
Zhang Xingyi was even more surprised when he heard this. They had just met. Is there anything that Elder Du couldn't say to his face?
“Bring it to me and let me see it.”
It is said to be a letter, but in fact it is just a piece of paper, and it is Nanxiang Sangma paper that has been very popular recently.
The words above are a bit messy, and it looks like they were written in a hurry.
"The day before yesterday, Feng Langjun visited the peach forest, and I had the honor to hear the new work of Junhou: On this day last year, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected each other's red. The human face did not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze."
"At that time, the prince's feelings were also sad and his words were compassionate, but he said that he did not want this article to be recited in the world. I deeply sighed. Now that I see the lady of the Zhang family, my feelings are also sad and my words are pitiful. I sigh. Sigh…”
“So I told you privately to express my feelings.”
At the same time, Du Zhen, who was far behind, also said silently, Feng Langjun, I have kept my promise. At first you only told me not to tell anyone, but you didn't tell me not to write it out.
I accidentally wrote it and someone saw it. This is not considered a breach of promise.
“The human face does not know where to go, the human face does not know where to go…”
Zhang Xingyi kept repeating this sentence, crying and laughing at the same time.
The tears started falling again and I couldn’t stop them.
But my heart was so happy that it was about to explode.
The gloom in my heart seemed to be swept away, and my whole body felt warm and a little erratic, as if I was about to fly in the next moment.
I...should I go back?
After Zhang Xingyi wiped away her tears, her heart immediately flew back to Jincheng, and she began to think wildly.
She couldn't control her emotions, and opened the car curtain suddenly. She was about to shout, but the cold and damp air blowing in front of her suddenly calmed her down a little.
Remembering the rules of his school, it is best for a woman to get married after she is eighteen years old.
Thinking again that he is about to get married to Sister Guan...
Zhang Xingyi’s heart-full of joy was like cold water poured on embers.
What if we go back?
I haven’t seen him express any sadness or pity in his words, so how can I know whether it’s true or not?
Even if it were true, why would he marry Sister Guan?
Thinking of this, Zhang Xingyi suddenly gritted his teeth, "Go to hell!"
“Madam, what are your orders?”
The servant outside saw the young lady raising the car curtain, her face suddenly clear and cloudy, and she didn't say a word for a long time, so she asked cautiously, interrupting Zhang Xingyi's thoughts.
"No!"
Zhang Xingyi's face suddenly darkened again, and she shouted, "Why are you walking so slowly? With you guys like this, when can you get to Hanzhong? Hurry up!"
Putting down the curtain, Zhang Xingyi sat back in the car, looked down at her chest again, her heart was full of melancholy, and finally converged into a hateful thought: When I reach the age allowed by your master, what will happen to me? Get rid of you!
At that time, I will definitely ask you to come to me in person to beg me!
Zhang Xingyi was imagining a certain country turtle crawling under his feet, crying and begging him to change his mind. He raised his hands like knives and slashed down, saying angrily, "I'll chop you to death! I'll chop you to death!"
As if chopping up a heartless man.
At this moment, the shaking car suddenly stopped again.
Zhang Xingyi was very angry, and suddenly opened the car curtain, and shouted, "What's wrong!"
“Go back to my wife, there is a sergeant passing by, we may have to wait.”
The servants came over to report.
“Why do you have to wait again?”
This was how far after Jincheng, and I bumped into it.
Zhang Xingyi couldn't help but murmured in her heart, "Is it possible that God really doesn't want me to leave Jincheng? Otherwise, why do I keep telling myself to stop?"
I was thinking about it when I suddenly heard a voice shouting: "Hurry up!"
“If you don’t hurry up, you won’t be able to make it in time!”
She looked up and saw a group of sergeants walking forward quickly.
It’s just that this team of sergeants looked a little strange. Everyone was panting and their steps were floating, but everyone was working hard to walk forward.
If they hadn't been able to maintain the most basic formation, and no one had a dejected expression, Zhang Xingyi would have almost thought that this was an army that had just been defeated on the battlefield.
Zhang Xingyi looked at the passing troops with some curiosity, wondering who was leading the troops?
“Today is the last day. Seeing that Jincheng is just ahead, don’t lose your energy! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!”
The soldiers were all so tired, but I didn’t expect that there were still people urging them.
Zhang Xingyi was a little worried. Wasn't he afraid that the soldiers would mutiny?
I heard someone in the army encouraging me again, "Everyone came to Jincheng this time to follow Feng Junhou to Yuejunping and razing the chaos to make military achievements! Don't lose the face of our Nanxiang people!"
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”
As soon as the soldiers heard this, their spirits perked up and they shouted loudly.
No matter where these people were from before, but now their family members are all in Nanxiang, they are all considered Nanxiang people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are descendants of Nanxiang.
In Nanxiang, if you want to obtain household registration and live a good life.
Women have to go into workshops, men have to join the army, and children have to go to school.
This is common sense.
These people can be regarded as soldiers led by Feng Langjun himself.
Now that Feng Langjun has become a prince, and he has traveled thousands of miles to call people like him here, isn't he just treating people like himself as his confidants?
Feng Langjun is a capable person. He has become a prince in just a few years. He follows the prince himself. If he is lucky, it would be great if he can be favored and learn from Lu Laozu!
Zhang Xingyi naturally didn't know what those soldiers were thinking, but as soon as she saw the appearance of these soldiers, she knew that her worries were unnecessary, and she couldn't help but secretly marvel in her heart.
Then I suddenly remembered that someone seemed to have mentioned someone like Feng Junhou just now? !
Her heart immediately moved.
While Feng Yong was granted the title of Marquis of Guannei, he was also appointed as the chief historian of Yuejun. When the time comes, he will lead troops to quell the rebellion of Yuejun. Zhang Xingyi naturally knows these things.
She originally thought that this group of sergeants was a little strange, but now she subconsciously started to pay attention when she heard a certain keyword.
Could it be that these soldiers were transferred from Nanxiang?
That unconscionable guy is planning to take these people to Yuejun to quell the chaos?
Zhang Xingyi couldn't help but feel worried again.
She was born in a general family, so she could naturally see more things than others if she paid close attention.
However, although everyone in this group of sergeants was covered in mud and looked a little embarrassed, none of them looked downcast, but they looked upright.
During this period, there were also corps commanders and other people who were constantly encouraging and extending their hands to help each other.
Some people were even shouting slogans that were incomprehensible to each other:
“Is it bitter or not?”
“The past days are the clearest!”
“Are you tired?”
“Are you worthy of eating steamed bun soup?”
…
Why do these soldiers look more and more weird?
How to be so tired and yet still enjoy it.
Thinking of the way that guy sometimes behaved strangely, Zhang Xingyi suddenly felt that these soldiers... seemed to fit his style quite well!
I just always feel that something is wrong.
Huang Chongke didn’t care what others thought of his team, he kept urging his soldiers to move forward with some anxiety.
The neat team that set out from Hanzhong had already become sparse after half a month of long journey.
Not only that, only about 600 people were able to follow him in the end, which was really beyond his expectation.
When I was in Nanxiang, I walked sixty miles a day and still felt that I had enough energy.
Now that I personally led the troops from Hanzhong to Jincheng, I realized that marching and fighting was not as simple as imagined.
In Nanxiang, you only need to march, and don’t worry about anything else.
Now along the way, we have to worry about everything such as setting up camp, eating, morale, the physical condition of the soldiers, etc.
The benefits of Nanxiang’s well-nurtured soldiers were finally reflected at this time.
Even after marching eighty miles a day, the soldiers were exhausted. Not only did no one complain, but everyone worked hard to move forward.
Even those who are lagging behind take the initiative to gather up the team and wait for the team to return, instead of quietly escaping.
Huang Chong looked up and saw the tall city wall looming in the distance.
Jincheng is finally here.
At the same time, Zhang Xingyi finally withdrew his gaze and ordered, "Let's go."
The two men and horses passed by each other like this.
Girls, remember, never mention anything about your ex in front of your current girlfriend, a lesson learned through blood and tears! I've been struggling for almost two hours, but I haven't coded a single word... I'm bruised and bruised all over.
(End of this chapter)