As the king of a country, the emperor was not only concerned about the safety of Yu Cheng and Yu Zheng, but also worried about the war between the two places. His heart was as heavy as lead.
This year is destined to be meaningless.
Seeing that the adults all had sad faces, Zhuang Yun stood up and gave them food and said, "Uncle and father will be unhappy if they know that we are like this. We can't help them, so we can't let them worry anymore."
After Zhuang Yun finished speaking, he served Yu Lan a bowl of soup.
Yu Lan was moved in her heart and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yun'er is right, we all need to eat well. Only when we are safe can they fight against the enemy with peace of mind."
Concubine Yu Gui smiled lovingly and said, "Yun'er has really grown up."
After Zhuang Yun reconciled, most of the gloomy atmosphere dissipated, and everyone picked up their chopsticks to eat, talking and laughing.
The night is as dark as ink, and there are no stars in the winter sky.
A cold wind suddenly picked up, causing the candlelight in the house to sway.
Jiang Shu put down his wine glass, held back his tears and chuckled, "Sister A and Ziyou are taken care of by our mother and concubine, so we don't need to worry. We, on the other hand, must take good care of ourselves and not worry them."
"Brother-in-law, eat more, or I will complain to my sister next time I write a letter home." Jiang Shu joked and gave Zhou Poxu some chopsticks.
Zhou Boxu looked at the dishes in the bowl, picked up his chopsticks and said with a smile: "You are right, we can't make them worry."
"Husband, you should also eat. Once you are full and energetic, you will have the strength to fight against Nan Yan." Jiang Shu brought Yu Zheng another dish.
Yu Zheng responded, and the three of them ate together.
In order to lighten the atmosphere, Jiang Shu started the conversation and said, "Brother-in-law, have you decided what to name the child?"
"Not yet." Zhou Bo said prefacedly.
I have been so busy these past few months that I never thought of this matter.
Jiang Shu said: "You have to think about it, and then write a letter home to discuss it with my sister."
Tomorrow is the first day of the first lunar month, and there are only three months left before Yu Lan gives birth.
Judging from the current situation in Yicheng, it would be difficult for them to return to Beijing in three months.
Hearing this, Zhou Boxu paused his chopsticks and began to think seriously.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Shu said with a smile, "There's no need to be in such a hurry. After dinner, we'll wait until the New Year's Eve and we'll think about it later."
Zhou Boxu coughed and looked a little embarrassed.
Yu Zheng glanced at him and said, "I can help you if you need it."
He didn't name his own child, so it would be good to name his nephew.
Zhou Boxu replied: "It's not necessary."
After all, he is the son of a Taifu, and it would be a joke to have to name the child by someone else.
Yu Zheng sighed with pretense of regret.
Zhou Boxu raised the corners of his lips and said, "If you want to choose a name, you have to work harder."
"Pfft...cough..." Jiang Shu choked while drinking the soup.
Yu Zheng glanced at Zhou Boxu and patted Jiang Shu on the back.
There was no one waiting in the room. Seeing this, Zhou Boxu, the instigator of the figurines, got up and poured a cup of tea for Jiang Shu.
Jiang Shu drank two sips of tea and stopped coughing. However, his face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was from choking or embarrassment.
Yu Zheng wanted to retaliate to Zhou Poxu, but when he remembered that Zhou Poxu's wife was his sister, he swallowed the words back.
Yu Lan is too old to be pregnant again.
Zhou Boxu was in a good mood when he saw Yu Zheng swallowing his food with difficulty, and accidentally ate two bowls of rice.
After dinner, Yu Zheng played chess with Zhou Boxu. He worked hard and was very serious, forcing Zhou Boxu to frown in thought.
Jiang Shu was making tea and watching chess with a smile.
I don't know when the wind stopped. Several people in the wing room had been drinking for three times, and the noise became louder.
Today is the anniversary of the regiment, and Lin Jun, Zhou Boxu's personal guard, is also with them.
Jiang Shu listened carefully and found Lonicera's voice was the loudest and clearest.
Among the group of people, Lonicera was the youngest and the most lively and carefree, talking to them while eating.
After the meal, Lonicera inquired about them thoroughly.
For example, Lin Jun is already the father of two children, and Leng Xingxi doesn't like to talk, so don't bother her if you have nothing to do. Zhuiyun got married, and he married Jiang Shu's personal maid. Also, Zhufeng is single and has not married yet.
Of course, Lonicera also fully explained the situation between herself and Forsythia.
After hearing about their miserable life experiences, Zhuiyun and the others were a little surprised.
Zhufeng, who was drunk, looked at them and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, we both have no father, no mother, no relatives."
"Come on, we all have the same toast." Zhufeng raised his glass.
Lonicera, who was slightly tipsy and half-drunk, waved her hands and said: "No, we are different. We are not as old as you."
Hearing this, Zhuiyun and the others couldn't help laughing.
Zhufeng put down his wine glass with a bang and said angrily: "How have I aged?"
"You, you said, am I old?" Zhufeng asked Leng Xing beside him.
Leng Xing rolled his eyes in return and was too lazy to pay attention.
So Zhufeng asked Forsythia again and insisted on Forsythia's answer.
Forsythia also drank several glasses of wine. She stared at Zhufeng dully for a long time and replied seriously: "Well, she's not very old."
Zhufeng is half a year younger than Zhuiyun, and they are both in their mid-twenties.
The difference is that Zhuiyun is married, but he is still single.
Zhufeng was unconvinced and pulled Leng Xing aside and said, "I remember you are over 20 years old."
Leng Xing stared at him, clenching his fists and wanting to hit him on the face that deserved a beating.
Zhufeng didn't realize it and continued to speak dangerously: "So, you are also old..."
Leng Xing couldn't bear it anymore and stamped him hard.
Zhufeng howled and finally stopped talking.
Lonicera was amused and laughed.
The night wind picked up again, and the biting cold could not dampen the enthusiasm of the soldiers.
Even the injured soldiers were helped out of the camp and sat around the burning fire, singing and laughing.
They sang folk songs of their hometown, missed their relatives at home, recalled the beauty of their homeland, and looked forward to the peace and security of Dazhao and their early return home for reunion.
Sparks crackled and exploded, and the jumping firelight reflected the resolute faces of the iron-blooded men. They were the armor of Dazhao.
Only by sticking here can all families be reunited.
Although the Chinese New Year makes people relaxed and happy, the soldiers have not forgotten their responsibilities, taking turns on duty and patrolling, without slacking off at all.
The last night wind of the year is blowing towards the north. When it reached Saibei, the howling cold wind was covered with snowflakes.
The sentinel stood on the high sentry tower, looking at the Mobei station, and followed Mobei's every move.
The flying snowflakes hit the face, cutting like knives. The sentry with chapped skin pulled up his scarf, revealing only his eyes.
Pieces of snowflakes fell on the city wall, covering it bit by bit. After a while, the city wall turned from gray to white.
The soldiers on duty held long guns and patrolled again and again despite the wind and snow.
Today is New Year's Eve and tomorrow is New Year's Day. But the Mobei people are not celebrating the New Year, so they will most likely take the opportunity to make a surprise attack.
Therefore, Yu Cheng ordered that strict patrols must be carried out in the past few days and that Mobei should not be taken lightly and give Mobei an opportunity to take advantage of.
In order to boost the morale of the army, Yu Cheng ignored the heavy snow and went to the military camp in person to inspect. Finally, he inspected the city wall and ordered people to cook hot soup for the patrolling officers.
Until midnight, there was no movement in Mobei, so Yu Chengcai returned home on Shen Changze's persuasion.
