Traveling through a doctor's daughter to marry a virtuous man

Chapter 768: This Thing Loves The Most 3
"Mrs. Lian, you should sit down as soon as you are fit. The young lady followed the princess into the palace. The mansion received something from Yongzhou. The person who delivered it said it was for you, so the young lady asked I delivered it directly." Xiaocui said while handing out a silk handkerchief in her hand.

"Yongzhou?" Lu Ziwan was stunned, and took the things. At first, she thought it was just a silk handkerchief, but after holding her hands, she realized that there was something wrapped in the silk handkerchief.

"Could it be Guan Lang's? Yongzhou is the border of the war!" Master Lin asked.

Lu Ziwan didn't answer, and opened the silk handkerchief. When she opened the silk handkerchief, the contents inside were revealed. Just one glance made her tearful, "It's from Brother Guan Lang! It's him!"

"Sister, it's red beans!" Lu Banxia looked curiously, and when he got closer, he was surprised, "Sister, there are also red beans embroidered on the silk handkerchief!"

"A red bean is wrapped in a silk handkerchief embroidered with red beans. What does that mean?" Master Lin was puzzled.

"In the past, Brother Guan Lang and I read a poem, "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring. I hope you can pick more, this thing is the most lovesick." This poem was really recited by Lu Ziwan to Lian Guanlang by accident. Listen, I remember, at that time it seemed that I was eating red bean cakes, so Lu Ziwan told Lian Guanlang that red beans were a thing of love.

Lian Guanlang is illiterate and can't write letters. In the military camp, someone will send letters home regularly. Lian Guanlang asked someone to buy a silk handkerchief embroidered with red beans and a red bean. Maybe others don't know what it is Meaning, but, he believes that his wife will know, he wants to tell her that he is in Yongzhou and misses her very much.

The lightness of a poem makes everyone astonished, especially Lin Fuzi, who has read a lot of poetry and books.

"Brother Guan Lang said he misses me." Lu Ziwan carefully pinched the red bean,

The round and small red bean easily rolled into her palm, a family letter without words, but a red bean is worth a thousand words.

"This poem is really nice, so the red beans have this meaning?" Tweety suddenly realized, "When my lady is holding the red beans, she can guess what it means."

"This thing is the most lovesick, but I didn't expect that Guan Lang is also a man of temperament." Mrs. Lin said with a smile, "Since there is a family letter, then Guan Lang is still safe. Sister Wan, can you feel at ease now?"

Lu Ziwan nodded and wiped away her tears, "Tweety, where is the person who gave this thing? Can I ask him to bring me some things for Brother Guan Lang?"

"Mrs. Lian, I left early. This letter from the family cannot be sent to the soldiers. The soldiers are transferred all day long. They are in Yongzhou today, and they may go to another place tomorrow. The person who sent the letter from the family has already gone to see him off. Theirs." Xiao Cui shook her head.

Lu Ziwan was stunned for a moment, her joy was gradually replaced by disappointment.

Xiaocui resigned and left the Lu family after finishing her mission. In the past few days, the Lu family has been full of happy events. Brother Kang is full moon and Ge Rui gave birth to a son. Now, Lian Guan Lang has another news that the sky of the Lu family is really sunny .

A lovesickness bean, send a longing love, miss countless days and nights, thinking like an endless river.

Lu Ziwan strung the red beans with a red thread and wore them around her neck. Every night, she always held the red beans tightly with one hand to fall asleep in thoughts.

Every day, Lu Ziwan was thinking that tomorrow, maybe he would receive another letter or something from Lian Guanlang, or maybe Mocheng would be captured tomorrow and he would come back.

Her days are spent tomorrow and tomorrow, day after day, in a blink of an eye, autumn is gone, winter is coming, this waits for half a year.

The yellow leaves on the treetops fell quietly unknowingly, and the frost banned its position on the treetops.

"Mom, it's winter."

Standing in the yard, her eyes remained on the bare trees in the yard. One of her hands was propped up on her waist, and the other was on her stomach.

"Your belly is so big, don't keep standing, hurry up and sit inside, count the days, it's almost time to give birth, right?" He Chunmei frowned and looked at her daughter with a sad face.

Now, besides the love for the unborn child, the most common expression on Lu Ziwan's face is intense sadness.

"Mother, it's winter." Lu Ziwan didn't move, but just repeated what she said just now, with the same tone and same words, but He Chunmei couldn't help but feel sad.

(End of this chapter)