Yongdingying returned to Wuchang at the end of winter.
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I have imagined the scene of returning here countless times. The wooden door carved with beautiful patterns opened. Many familiar people came over with smiles. People gathered together, with fine wine and flowers. I often fantasized about the scene of reunion with you... Today we entered the city, and I saw the carriage in the crowd, knowing that you were there.You don't want to show up in public, you just can't wait to look at me there...
The evening in the palace was so quiet, with a simple and elegant room, a low curtain, and a spotless floor.
Zhang Ning just said a few words, and the little girl beside her cried loudly.
He actually said nothing, and his tone was not sensational at all. He just spoke in a low and tired voice. Perhaps such a focused statement contained a kind of restrained injury. Zhang Xiaomei was much more fragile and sensitive, and could no longer stand such calmness.
Yao Ji just listened carefully, looking at his face from time to time, and she did not interrupt Zhang Ning's long-windedness, just like a listener.
She was wearing a cross-collar dress with a flower pattern, and there was a red gauze on the outside. She was dressed properly and had a graceful posture as usual. There was no fluctuation on her beautiful face. Even on such a quiet night and a long-awaited reunion moment, she still acted as if everything was natural.
Zhang Ning was still wearing a gray uniform that he had just returned and had not changed. He had a white lining, a golden waist buckle, and even a short sword hanging around his waist. He sat upright, holding his iron helmet and hat on his knees.
But his expression was obviously full of fatigue, as if he was a little confused.
He glanced at Zhang Xiaomei with tears in her eyes, then looked at Yao Ji and said: I almost regarded Wuchang as my hometown and destination, but when we came back, it seemed that the people of Huguang were not very welcome.I know that our war this year has affected the interests of too many people... When Yongding Camp went out, the troops once reached 15,000, but today the less than 10,000 people came back, and many of them were dead.When I was cleaning up the relics after the war, I found a lot of letters from home... Actually, I wrote a lot of them, and once thought I couldn't come back.
Zhang Ning put his hand on the buttons of the clothes lapel. After hesitating for a moment, he finally untied his coat, took out a stack of old paper from his arms, and stood up and handed it over.
He smiled at Zhang Xiaomei again and said: Sorry, I didn’t bring any gifts when I came back this time.
I don't want it.Zhang Xiaomei choked up.
Yao Ji glanced at the stack of paper, looked up at Zhang Ning's eyes, slowly reached out to take it, and looked it silently.
A forced smile appeared on Zhang Ning's lips. I should have been a civil servant, but I unexpectedly became a soldier.
After a while, Yao Ji slowly said to Zhang Xiaomei: These letters that have not been sent back have mentioned you many times. It’s a pity that your brother didn’t love you in vain. He cried like tears when he met.
Zhang Ning gave the thing and didn't sit down. He walked a few steps beside the doors and windows, and turned around and asked, "Do you still remember Xin Wei?"The white-clothed guard who wanted to escape was caught by you and almost executed that one.
Yao Ji nodded slightly.
She planted some vegetables in the yard of the Jiangxi Governor's headquarters. She hadn't finished pulling it out yet when we left, and she was still a little reluctant to let it go, haha.Zhang Ning smiled.
But this joke doesn't seem funny.
Yao Ji said softly: Emperor Jianwen will have a banquet for all the ministers tomorrow. Everyone you know in Wuchang will come to celebrate your merits and "gather together."What else do you want?
Her voice was very gentle and a hint of doting.
Zhang Ning shook his head: When he was still in Wuchang, Zhang Fu had more than 100,000 troops siege and blocked three groups. What I think most was not how glorious he would be after he came back.
Then what do you want?Yao Ji asked again.
He sighed, raised his head as if he was recalling, and murmured, "Many times I feel I can't count on going out of Jiujiang, nor did I expect General Zhou to use tens of thousands of new recruits to defeat the elite officers on the north road... The sound of cannons sounded every day, just like thunderstorms every day. In my mind, I could imagine that the heavy iron balls and stones hit the city wall, and the bricks wrapped in rammed earth were split into pieces, falling off the wall, and dust splashed everywhere.The city walls are trembling, and there will often be somewhere collapse. The tide of government troops will rush in to destroy us.I can't sleep at night and can't help asking about everything during the day.I feel very tired, especially when the ammunition is about to be exhausted, and I even look forward to the final moment as soon as possible to get free from such a place.
It seems like I have returned to the war-torn city.
...Every day, the army will raise the flag and play military music.Zhang Ning glanced at Yao Ji and said that the song was written by you. The melody was wonderful, but it was not exciting enough. Instead, there was a kind of tragic and sadness in the melodious atmosphere.I will think of you, my little sister, and I am worried about what you should do in the future?
However, when it is late at night, I occasionally fantasize about the end of the war and returning to Wuchang... There is a quiet area of water, a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, a house next to the water, with a large and open hall.You can sit there and write, see the scenery, or laugh and play with your younger sister.Zhang Ning happily gestured at the scene he imagined with gestures.
Yao Ji nodded and said nothing.
After a while of silence, Zhang Ning rubbed his temples and said: I suddenly talked a little bit nonsense today, and the words were not fulfilled.
He thought about it, Zhou Mengxiong's old face appeared and he couldn't help but say, "My second mother may have been waiting for me, but she hasn't talked to her alone for so long, so I'll go and have a look."
Wait, sit for a while.Yao Ji suddenly tried to keep her. She put down the letter paper in her hand and said, "I just asked someone to cook some easy-to-drink soup for you, and I'll be here to deliver it later."
Zhang Ning did not refuse and sat down comfortably on the chair next to the Qin Coffin again.The cold wind gradually came out of the door, but the room was very warm, making people soft all over.
In just a blink of an eye, he fell asleep while sitting, without any signs before.
When I was in Jiujiang, I had a long period of insomnia and I often woke up at night after going to bed.Unexpectedly, I could fall asleep while sitting on a chair, and I slept very heavily. After a while, I started to snore softly.
Yao Ji said to a woman standing at the door: Take the blanket on the bed and cover him with it, and burn the charcoal fire.
When Zhang Ning fell asleep, there was no sign of waking up. Until late at night, Zhang Xiaomei had to go back to her room, but he had not woken up.
Yao Ji paced back and forth in the hall for a few steps, and then ordered the maid: Go and tell Xin Wei, just say that King Xiang is sitting and sleeping with me. He is too tired and doesn't have to wait... Let me tell Zhou Erniang again.
The maid bent her knees and said: Yes.
This is Yao Ji's residence, a suite. In addition to the ear rooms where the maids on duty are served on both sides, there is a large hall outside where you can see close guests, eat and have daily activities; inside is the bedroom, like a warm pavilion, and there is not even a curtain hanging on the door.
After nightfall, Yao Jiruo went into the bedroom and undressed and slept, leaving her grown son in the room, which seemed inappropriate.
She had to sit in the hall and spend time in the bright lights.Just now, I didn’t have time to read the stack of books just now, so I can read it slowly at this time.
The night was already deep, and the entire palace entered a night curfew, and there was no sound outside except the sound of the wind.There were two close servants standing in the hall, quietly accompanying Yao Ji to read letters.
While Yao Ji was busy reading, she looked up at Zhang Ning who was sleeping on the chair from time to time.Sometimes she can control herself to act as if nothing happened when she uses her hands to hold the corner of her clothes.
Maybe it's because the night is too quiet, so it's easy for people to calm down and feel it. Maybe... Yao Ji feels very uncomfortable. There is something that suppresses the rolling emotions in her heart. Restraint may also be a deep emotion.
Most of the poems that sad about spring and autumn in ancient times, including poems about resentment of women, were written by men.
How sentimental they act like a woman is like writing about others, but their emotions are revealed in the poet's own heart.
Yao Ji saw Zhang Ning's fragile heart from these letters.His thoughts and his troubles are more sensitive than a woman day after day.
He took out such a ruthless text at first without hesitation, and his fingers were temporarily hesitating. Such subtle movements were so easy to ignore.
Yao Ji's heart was also up and down.
By the early morning, the attendant who was accompanying him could no longer help but yawn, and the sleepiness he showed was not restricted by Yao Jiwei.
Finally, Yao Ji said: I'm sleepy, you can serve me to sleep and just lie down in the ear room next to me for a while.
The close servant looked like he had received a general amnesty on his face and asked again: What should the prince do?
He was tired for many days and couldn't wake up now. Let him spend a night here, add more charcoal and don't let him catch a cold.
Yao Ji then put away the letter, opened the curtains and went into the bedroom, lay down with her clothes and untied her belt, and asked the maid to blow out all the candles in the room.
Darkness shrouded in. This time, Yao Ji tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Her senses were very sensitive, and Zhang Ning's heavy and regular breathing could still be heard in her ears.
However, this sound is not the reason why she is disturbing her sleep. Sometimes the maid will snore gently so that it will not affect her.
Some thoughts popped up in her mind, making her face hot, and she could hear her nervous heartbeat for a moment...
She wanted to go to the hall quietly, what should she do?
And it was very risky. The two white-clothed guards living in the ear room were very alert people. It was because of this that they were chosen as close attendants. In addition to taking care of their daily life, they could also protect their safety.
Even if you make a little noise, it will wake them up. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be found sneaking out?
Such an image obviously does not conform to Yao Ji's usual dignity and generous style.
A bright day can make people wise, but it is easy to make people think randomly at night. Many thoughts that they think are ridiculous are uncontrollable when they are lying on the bed and their eyes are dark.
……
I have imagined the scene of returning here countless times. The wooden door carved with beautiful patterns opened. Many familiar people came over with smiles. People gathered together, with fine wine and flowers. I often fantasized about the scene of reunion with you... Today we entered the city, and I saw the carriage in the crowd, knowing that you were there.You don't want to show up in public, you just can't wait to look at me there...
The evening in the palace was so quiet, with a simple and elegant room, a low curtain, and a spotless floor.
Zhang Ning just said a few words, and the little girl beside her cried loudly.
He actually said nothing, and his tone was not sensational at all. He just spoke in a low and tired voice. Perhaps such a focused statement contained a kind of restrained injury. Zhang Xiaomei was much more fragile and sensitive, and could no longer stand such calmness.
Yao Ji just listened carefully, looking at his face from time to time, and she did not interrupt Zhang Ning's long-windedness, just like a listener.
She was wearing a cross-collar dress with a flower pattern, and there was a red gauze on the outside. She was dressed properly and had a graceful posture as usual. There was no fluctuation on her beautiful face. Even on such a quiet night and a long-awaited reunion moment, she still acted as if everything was natural.
Zhang Ning was still wearing a gray uniform that he had just returned and had not changed. He had a white lining, a golden waist buckle, and even a short sword hanging around his waist. He sat upright, holding his iron helmet and hat on his knees.
But his expression was obviously full of fatigue, as if he was a little confused.
He glanced at Zhang Xiaomei with tears in her eyes, then looked at Yao Ji and said: I almost regarded Wuchang as my hometown and destination, but when we came back, it seemed that the people of Huguang were not very welcome.I know that our war this year has affected the interests of too many people... When Yongding Camp went out, the troops once reached 15,000, but today the less than 10,000 people came back, and many of them were dead.When I was cleaning up the relics after the war, I found a lot of letters from home... Actually, I wrote a lot of them, and once thought I couldn't come back.
Zhang Ning put his hand on the buttons of the clothes lapel. After hesitating for a moment, he finally untied his coat, took out a stack of old paper from his arms, and stood up and handed it over.
He smiled at Zhang Xiaomei again and said: Sorry, I didn’t bring any gifts when I came back this time.
I don't want it.Zhang Xiaomei choked up.
Yao Ji glanced at the stack of paper, looked up at Zhang Ning's eyes, slowly reached out to take it, and looked it silently.
A forced smile appeared on Zhang Ning's lips. I should have been a civil servant, but I unexpectedly became a soldier.
After a while, Yao Ji slowly said to Zhang Xiaomei: These letters that have not been sent back have mentioned you many times. It’s a pity that your brother didn’t love you in vain. He cried like tears when he met.
Zhang Ning gave the thing and didn't sit down. He walked a few steps beside the doors and windows, and turned around and asked, "Do you still remember Xin Wei?"The white-clothed guard who wanted to escape was caught by you and almost executed that one.
Yao Ji nodded slightly.
She planted some vegetables in the yard of the Jiangxi Governor's headquarters. She hadn't finished pulling it out yet when we left, and she was still a little reluctant to let it go, haha.Zhang Ning smiled.
But this joke doesn't seem funny.
Yao Ji said softly: Emperor Jianwen will have a banquet for all the ministers tomorrow. Everyone you know in Wuchang will come to celebrate your merits and "gather together."What else do you want?
Her voice was very gentle and a hint of doting.
Zhang Ning shook his head: When he was still in Wuchang, Zhang Fu had more than 100,000 troops siege and blocked three groups. What I think most was not how glorious he would be after he came back.
Then what do you want?Yao Ji asked again.
He sighed, raised his head as if he was recalling, and murmured, "Many times I feel I can't count on going out of Jiujiang, nor did I expect General Zhou to use tens of thousands of new recruits to defeat the elite officers on the north road... The sound of cannons sounded every day, just like thunderstorms every day. In my mind, I could imagine that the heavy iron balls and stones hit the city wall, and the bricks wrapped in rammed earth were split into pieces, falling off the wall, and dust splashed everywhere.The city walls are trembling, and there will often be somewhere collapse. The tide of government troops will rush in to destroy us.I can't sleep at night and can't help asking about everything during the day.I feel very tired, especially when the ammunition is about to be exhausted, and I even look forward to the final moment as soon as possible to get free from such a place.
It seems like I have returned to the war-torn city.
...Every day, the army will raise the flag and play military music.Zhang Ning glanced at Yao Ji and said that the song was written by you. The melody was wonderful, but it was not exciting enough. Instead, there was a kind of tragic and sadness in the melodious atmosphere.I will think of you, my little sister, and I am worried about what you should do in the future?
However, when it is late at night, I occasionally fantasize about the end of the war and returning to Wuchang... There is a quiet area of water, a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, a house next to the water, with a large and open hall.You can sit there and write, see the scenery, or laugh and play with your younger sister.Zhang Ning happily gestured at the scene he imagined with gestures.
Yao Ji nodded and said nothing.
After a while of silence, Zhang Ning rubbed his temples and said: I suddenly talked a little bit nonsense today, and the words were not fulfilled.
He thought about it, Zhou Mengxiong's old face appeared and he couldn't help but say, "My second mother may have been waiting for me, but she hasn't talked to her alone for so long, so I'll go and have a look."
Wait, sit for a while.Yao Ji suddenly tried to keep her. She put down the letter paper in her hand and said, "I just asked someone to cook some easy-to-drink soup for you, and I'll be here to deliver it later."
Zhang Ning did not refuse and sat down comfortably on the chair next to the Qin Coffin again.The cold wind gradually came out of the door, but the room was very warm, making people soft all over.
In just a blink of an eye, he fell asleep while sitting, without any signs before.
When I was in Jiujiang, I had a long period of insomnia and I often woke up at night after going to bed.Unexpectedly, I could fall asleep while sitting on a chair, and I slept very heavily. After a while, I started to snore softly.
Yao Ji said to a woman standing at the door: Take the blanket on the bed and cover him with it, and burn the charcoal fire.
When Zhang Ning fell asleep, there was no sign of waking up. Until late at night, Zhang Xiaomei had to go back to her room, but he had not woken up.
Yao Ji paced back and forth in the hall for a few steps, and then ordered the maid: Go and tell Xin Wei, just say that King Xiang is sitting and sleeping with me. He is too tired and doesn't have to wait... Let me tell Zhou Erniang again.
The maid bent her knees and said: Yes.
This is Yao Ji's residence, a suite. In addition to the ear rooms where the maids on duty are served on both sides, there is a large hall outside where you can see close guests, eat and have daily activities; inside is the bedroom, like a warm pavilion, and there is not even a curtain hanging on the door.
After nightfall, Yao Jiruo went into the bedroom and undressed and slept, leaving her grown son in the room, which seemed inappropriate.
She had to sit in the hall and spend time in the bright lights.Just now, I didn’t have time to read the stack of books just now, so I can read it slowly at this time.
The night was already deep, and the entire palace entered a night curfew, and there was no sound outside except the sound of the wind.There were two close servants standing in the hall, quietly accompanying Yao Ji to read letters.
While Yao Ji was busy reading, she looked up at Zhang Ning who was sleeping on the chair from time to time.Sometimes she can control herself to act as if nothing happened when she uses her hands to hold the corner of her clothes.
Maybe it's because the night is too quiet, so it's easy for people to calm down and feel it. Maybe... Yao Ji feels very uncomfortable. There is something that suppresses the rolling emotions in her heart. Restraint may also be a deep emotion.
Most of the poems that sad about spring and autumn in ancient times, including poems about resentment of women, were written by men.
How sentimental they act like a woman is like writing about others, but their emotions are revealed in the poet's own heart.
Yao Ji saw Zhang Ning's fragile heart from these letters.His thoughts and his troubles are more sensitive than a woman day after day.
He took out such a ruthless text at first without hesitation, and his fingers were temporarily hesitating. Such subtle movements were so easy to ignore.
Yao Ji's heart was also up and down.
By the early morning, the attendant who was accompanying him could no longer help but yawn, and the sleepiness he showed was not restricted by Yao Jiwei.
Finally, Yao Ji said: I'm sleepy, you can serve me to sleep and just lie down in the ear room next to me for a while.
The close servant looked like he had received a general amnesty on his face and asked again: What should the prince do?
He was tired for many days and couldn't wake up now. Let him spend a night here, add more charcoal and don't let him catch a cold.
Yao Ji then put away the letter, opened the curtains and went into the bedroom, lay down with her clothes and untied her belt, and asked the maid to blow out all the candles in the room.
Darkness shrouded in. This time, Yao Ji tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Her senses were very sensitive, and Zhang Ning's heavy and regular breathing could still be heard in her ears.
However, this sound is not the reason why she is disturbing her sleep. Sometimes the maid will snore gently so that it will not affect her.
Some thoughts popped up in her mind, making her face hot, and she could hear her nervous heartbeat for a moment...
She wanted to go to the hall quietly, what should she do?
And it was very risky. The two white-clothed guards living in the ear room were very alert people. It was because of this that they were chosen as close attendants. In addition to taking care of their daily life, they could also protect their safety.
Even if you make a little noise, it will wake them up. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to be found sneaking out?
Such an image obviously does not conform to Yao Ji's usual dignity and generous style.
A bright day can make people wise, but it is easy to make people think randomly at night. Many thoughts that they think are ridiculous are uncontrollable when they are lying on the bed and their eyes are dark.
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