Dream Hua Embers Records

"Uncle Qing, is that brush still there?" Yan Yin lay on the bed, fiddling with the pieces of broken porcelain regretfully, and asked softly.

"Here! The old slave secretly put it away. What are you going to do, Mr. Sanlang?"

"Where's the paper?"

"The paper is gone, and the prince copied it all away."

"Hehe." Yan Yin smiled lightly, "As expected, he would take whatever I like, even a piece of paper... What about the pictures I drew before?"

"Those are all there, the old slave will take care of them!"

"Bring me..."

Yan Yin took the pictures, looked at them repeatedly for a while, picked out one, turned it to the back, picked up a pen and wrote a prescription on it.

"Uncle Qing, please...sell these paintings, exchange some money, and get some medicine according to this prescription. You must go to Huimin Pharmacy to get it. The medicine there...is of better quality."

"Mr. Sanlang, how come you have reached this point! There is a pharmacy in our mansion, and this old slave will go and tell the lord, the lord will not stop you from taking the medicine."

Yan Yin shook her head, "Don't...don't tell father. You must go to Huimin Pharmacy."

"That's not enough to sell paintings! The old slave's monthly money is enough."

"How can I use your money... You are alone, and it is not easy to save some money for the rest of your life."

"This old slave is alone, so it's useless to keep the money. When it's time to spend it, just spend it. Besides, it's too eye-catching for the people in the palace to sell paintings, and it will cause controversy."

Yan Yin thought about what Uncle Qing said made sense, so she nodded, "Well, I'll accept you for life, and in the future... I will definitely pay you back ten times."

Qing Bo didn't go to the Huimin Office, but turned around and went into Yan Qihao's study.

Yan Qihao was in the study, reading the so-called "letters" that Agu sent Yan Yin.

It is not really a letter, there are not a few words, most of them are paintings, although the painting skills are poor, but they are very vivid.Most of the above content is familiar to Yan Qihao.The status of military slaves in the army is far inferior to that of rich and noble household slaves. Everyone can bully them, especially those like Agu who have committed crimes and cannot escape their citizenship.But this is the case in the military, who can change in a short time...

This picture shows that Agu's little finger was broken, but after the injury healed, the bones were not aligned, and a small sarcoma grew. Agu put a leaf on the sarcoma, and painted the sarcoid red with flower juice. Dressed as a little cherry, with Agu's own big smiling face painted on the back, the slave seal is also clearly identifiable.

Yan Qihao's eyes were sour, almost to tears.Agu has such a temperament, he just takes it as a quilt when the sky falls, and picks a flower casually when he falls off a cliff.

Yan Qihao couldn't help but recalled the scene when he first met Agu: That day when he was riding a horse to inspect the barracks, he saw Agu being surrounded and pushed by several soldiers for some reason, Agu smiled to himself, nodded and bowed to those people, and said brother, uncle screaming for mercy.This kind of quarrel happens every day in the army, as long as there is no major disturbance, no one will pay attention to it, but since they have seen it, they will naturally take action to stop it.

Just as Yan Qihao was about to speak, he saw Agu roll over and rush towards his horse's hooves.Yan Qihao hurriedly lifted the reins, clamped his legs, and turned the horse to the side, barely avoiding Agu's body.But I saw Agu holding a little hedgehog in both hands, and said to it with a smile, "Little idiot, I was almost stepped on by a horse, do you know that?" The little hedgehog lay on his back in Agu's palm, showing his pink belly, As if knowing that Agu would not hurt him, the thorns all over his body were restrained.Agu raised his eyes and smiled at Wuzhui again, "You too, almost got stabbed in the hoof."

Those two sentences made Yan Qihao laugh out loud.With sparkling eyes, Agu was not afraid, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Are you a general?" He showed a mouthful of neat teeth, resembling Puhan's appearance when he was a child.Yan Qihao immediately promoted Agu from the slave camp and became his own soldier.

In a blink of an eye, it has been ten years, and that skinny boy had already gone last year... That was the most crucial victory before the peace talks.According to his own plan, he set up an ambush in Jiaqiu Valley, preparing for a fire attack.Using the slave camp as a bait to feign defeat and lure the enemy to go deep, in that great victory, [-] enemies were wiped out, but none of the [-] slaves survived.

The past seven years have been the most depressing seven years of Yan Qihao's military career. He has won many battles and victories in his youth, and the good luck of turning the tide at critical moments seems to have faded away.He had been entangled with Nanzhao for seven years, fought across the Huaihe River in the most glorious time, and was marched to the city of Yanjing in the most embarrassing time. This long-term war turned a large piece of land in the east of Hebei into a Shura field.

In the past two years, from time to time, some officials in the central capital came forward to impeach, saying that Yan Qihao was incompetent in leading the army, some were greedy for military pay, and some even secretly communicated with Nanzhao. Although they were all suppressed by the emperor, they were still more or less Some grudges.The first prince and the second prince were eyeing the Tie Yaozi army, trying to seize military power from Yan Qihao.Under internal and external difficulties, Yan Qihao's temperament became more and more irritable. As a result, his popularity in the ruling and opposition parties inevitably deteriorated.

Yan Qihao turned to the last letter, which was the only one without a smiley face.There are some lines, a few small balls, some dotted lines and arrows drawn on it, as well as the steps of one, two, three, and four, and the words win or lose.The title reads the word "out of the outline", and Yan Qihao pondered for a long time before he realized that it was the rules of playing "out of the outline" of marbles.

It must be to teach Yin'er, right?The final signature is Agu's name and date.Yan Qihao calculated silently, that day was the eve of the great battle...

There were a few water marks on the paper, and the paper was crumpled like flowers carved in the dark. I don't know if it was left by Yin'er or Agu...

Yan Qihao sighed deeply, his eyes turned red.

After listening to Uncle Qing's report, Yan Qihao read the prescription over and over several times.

Yan Qihao couldn't see any way to this side of the prescription.The painting on the other side shows a pair of cranes sleeping with their necks intertwined. The brushwork and artistic conception are very similar to Zhao Suzong.Su Zong has always been known by the world as a master of calligraphy and painting. It is feared that none of the dozens of children have inherited this skill, but Yin'er seems to have become his reincarnated disciple.Thinking of Yan Yin's hair knotted in the center of his head, dressed like a boy from the Han family, Yan Qihao felt a little regretful. Back then, he wished he hadn't taken this child to Daliang.But... At that time, Yingge was newly mourned, and there was not even a person in charge in the mansion, so how could he feel at ease leaving the child alone and being taken care of by a group of servants!

"My lord... this medicine?" Seeing that Yan Qihao had been silent for a long time, Uncle Qing couldn't help asking.

"Let the pharmacy in the mansion fill the medicine according to the prescription, and give him whatever medicine he wants."

"Yes." Qing Bo's voice was clearly filled with joy.

"Don't say you were caught in the mansion, just say you bought it from outside." Yan Qihao urged again.

Qing Bo repeatedly agreed.

"The bottle...was broken?" Yan Qihao asked again.

"That's right, Mr. Sanlang's heart ached so much, he looked at those pieces over and over again."

Yan Qihao sighed, took a vermilion brocade box on the table, and opened the lid, revealing a small sky blue bowl with sunflower mouth.

"This is!?" Uncle Qing's eyes widened in surprise, "This one is almost the same as the one that the princess brought over as a dowry! It's just that this is a bowl, and the princess's is a plate. This... is this for Mr. Sanlang? ?”

Yan Qihao nodded, "After searching for so many years, I only found this one in good condition and the right color."

"Then... the prince might as well take it to Mr. Sanlang himself? Mr. Sanlang must be very happy."

Yan Qihao shook his head, "This is a birthday present for him...he is 16 years old, and in three months, he will grow up, it's time to shave his hair..."

Qing Bo thought of Yan Yin's long, flowing hair for no reason, and felt a little pity.

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