Time is slow

   Chapter 254 Sad

   "What letter?" Shao Mingyuan stood up.

  Chi Can's eyes fell on the envelope, he suddenly realized something, he suddenly closed the mahogany box, and smiled dryly: "It's nothing, a bunch of boring stuff. Come, come, let's continue drinking."

   Shao Jingyuan frowned displeased.

   How does this man speak?

   Shao Mingyuan had already walked over and reached for the mahogany box.

  Chi Can put his arm around the mahogany box and ducked back, knowing that he couldn't dodge it, so he raised his hand and threw the box out: "Yang Er, then!"

  Yang Houcheng reached out his hand in conditioned reflex.

  Shao Mingyuan jumped up and instantly held the mahogany box in his hand.

  Yang Houcheng spread his hands: "Shi Xi, you know, asking me to compare force with Tingquan is like asking me to compare Zizhe's chess, and compare your beauty with you, it is purely to embarrass me."

   Chi Can uncharacteristically did not quarrel with Yang Houcheng, and looked at Shao Mingyuan with a heavy face.

   Everyone realized that something was wrong, all eyes fell on Shao Mingyuan, and the atmosphere became inexplicably tense.

   Shao Mingyuan lowered his head and opened the mahogany box.

   Chi Can hesitant to say anything and sighed deeply.

   There are boxes full of letters, one after another, some envelopes have turned yellow, others have been moth-eaten, revealing the rough letter paper and vague handwriting inside.

  The environment in the north is harsh, and there is a shortage of materials in the war all the year round. Even if you are rich, many things that wealthy people in Beijing are accustomed to enjoy cannot be bought.

   For example, those expensive letterheads.

   Shao Mingyuan involuntarily picked up a letter and rubbed the rough paper.

  This is a letter he wrote.

   is a letter he wrote to his wife Qiao Shi with guilt and anticipation since he got married for more than two years.

   But now, these letters are all locked in this small mahogany box, which was sent by his mother on the day he moved.

   Up to now, there is still something he doesn't understand.

  It turned out that his wife, Mrs. Qiao, had never received these letters written stroke by stroke in the war-torn Northland.

   He thought that Mrs. Qiao had been complaining about him all the time, complaining that he had not fulfilled the responsibility of a husband and had never been by her side, so he did not reply.

   He didn't know until today that she had never received a letter from him.

  Then when she saw him for the first time, she was pushed by the Tartars and stood on the mottled Yancheng city wall, what was she thinking?

   Don't you... hate him extraordinarily?

   Shao Mingyuan's face became paler and paler as snow.

   "Tingquan, what are these?" The atmosphere was so oppressive that needles could be heard falling. Yang Houcheng couldn't stand the atmosphere and asked under inexplicable pressure.

   Shao Mingyuan opened his mouth, but found that his throat was sore, and he couldn't say a word.

  What is there to be sad about? It should have been seen clearly how his mother treated him.

   "Yes—" Shao Mingyuan forced his mouth to speak, and suddenly a burst of qi and blood surged, and a smell of fishy sweetness rushed up from his throat.

   "I'll go out first." He hurriedly said these words, closed his mouth tightly and strode out.

   "Tingquan—" Yang Houcheng and the others chased after him worriedly.

   just walked out of the door, the scorching summer heat rushed towards his face, his perseverance was as strong as Shao Mingyuan, he still couldn't help but open his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

  Bright red blood fell on the bluestone steps, which was particularly dazzling.

   "General!" The guards who gathered in the yard to drink suddenly changed color and rushed over.

  Shao Mingyuan raised his hand to stop: "Drink your wine!"

   In the eyes of the world, a champion like a gentle and noble son, but in front of the soldiers, he is direct and cold.

  The life of sharing weal and woe and licking blood on the tip of the knife for so many years in the North has created these men's iron-blooded characters.

General   's words were an order to them, everyone sat down again and drank silently, but at this moment, tears silently poured into the glass of these sons who bleed and did not cry.

   Spicy wine mixed with bitter tears rolled down their throats, making everyone want to pick up a knife and cut those things that made them unfair.

   "Tingquan, you—" The expressions of Yang Houcheng and others who chased after them changed greatly.

   "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

   Chi Can suddenly looked at Shao Jingyuan.

   Shao Jingyuan was a little puzzled: "Why is Young Master Chi looking at me like this?"

   "Looking at you?" Chi Can raised his eyebrows, his cheeks were slightly red because of drinking, so pretty that people could ignore gender.

   Shao Jingyuan was stunned for a moment.

   Chi Can's fist slammed over fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm still hitting you!"

   A punch hit the bridge of Shao Jingyuan's nose, and blood splattered immediately.

   Chi Can was displeased, and rushed over with his fists.

   "Child Master Chi, what are you doing?" Shao Jingyuan was surprised and angry, he couldn't help but back up again and again, and finally scuffled together.

Shao Jingyuan was the son of the Marquis of Jing'an from birth. When he was young, Mrs. Shen of the Marquis of Jing'an resented that the Marquis of Jing'an fought all the year round. .

   It can be said that Shao Jingyuan was trained according to the standard of a well-known son in Beijing. He is very good at painting and calligraphy, as well as reciting poetry and writing fu. But when it comes to the value of force, let alone Yang Houcheng, even Chi Can can't compare.

   At this time, the two scuffled together, and Shao Jingyuan was almost crushed by Chi Can in all directions.

   "Don't fight. If you have something to say, say it carefully." Yang Houcheng rushed over to persuade him to fight, holding Shao Jingyuan's hand tightly.

   Shao Jingyuan almost died of anger.

   He was going to be beaten to death by the **** surnamed Chi!

   "Third brother—" The Hou Shizi of Jing'an, with a blue nose and a swollen face, shouted angrily.

   Shao Xiyuan woke up like a dream, flung off his feet and ran in front of Shao Mingyuan: "Second brother, why are you vomiting blood?"

  Shao Jingyuan: "..." The third brother usually hates the second child so much that he grit his teeth, can he ask later about the blood hematemesis, if he doesn't help him, he will really be beaten to death!

  There is a little friend Yang Houcheng who pulls the side, and Chi Gongzi fights more and more fiercely.

   Zhu Yan saw that the fight was almost done, and said loudly: "Stop fighting, let's see how Tingquan is doing."

   is almost there, but killing people is not good.

   "Yes, yes, stop fighting, Tingquan is important." Yang Houcheng stopped Chi Can.

Chi Can angrily stopped, spit on the ground, and said fiercely: "Shao Jingyuan, what kind of place is your Houfu, Tingquan doesn't want to say more, don't think we don't know! I warn you, do it later. This kind of wickedness, I see you fight once and for all!"

   Shao Jingyuan's handsome face was swollen into a pig's head, and he said vaguely, "Mr. Chi, what do you mean... I have offended you in such a way..."

"Well done?" Chi Can sneered, "Shao Jingyuan, you dare to swear that you don't know that your immortal mother is not at ease when it comes to giving gifts to Tingquan? You are watching while Tingquan is rarely happy. What a joke, what kind of brotherhood are you pretending to be!"

   Shao Jingyuan was scolded by Chi Can and was speechless.

   At this moment, Shao Xiyuan's exclamation came: "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

   (end of this chapter)