MTL - Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang-Chapter 852 finally come

  Chapter 852 is finally here

  That night, Yuan Shenjue received the letter.

  For some reason, today's letter is very thin, Yuan Shenjue frowned slightly, slowly unrolled the paper roll, and then "Pfft!"

  Xinbao wrote a poem in his own handwriting, which reads:

  Yuan Family Shen Jue is so pretty, he must be a smart guy.

  Yuan Shen Jue: "...??"

   said again:

  Xinbao misses you so much, she will eat a bowl of rice for one meal.

  Yuan Shen Jue: "...??"

   and said again:

   There are no love poems to read, and it is not difficult for Xinbao to make his own. What if there is no culture? You can only make do with it!

  Yuan Shen Jue: "...???"

  He stretched out his hand and slowly held his forehead, unable to speak for a while.

   No, no need.

   Really don't have to... please let me go!

  Yuan Shen Jue was angry and funny, looked back and forth several times, then shook his head and put it away.

  He runs around in rural villages and towns every day. When he comes out, he comes to Minjie Street. He walks forward quickly and walks a distance, but he always feels that there is a line of sight behind him.

  He quickly turned his head and looked over.

  A small shopkeeper over there quickly lowered his head.

  Yuan Shen Jue frowned.

  He bears the name of this little son-in-law, and he will be watched everywhere, but curious scrutiny will not make him uncomfortable... This stare is hostile.

  He didn't stop, walked a few steps, turned out of the block, and called a shadow guard: "Go and check that person."

  The shadow guard went in response.

  Xinbao's side.

  Although the poem was written, no one else saw it except his wife, but Xinbao also felt that...she might not have written it very well.

  Xinbao sat silently on the steps, with his two little arms hanging straight down, his little head drooping, and frustration was written all over his body.

  As soon as Xu Zhiyu came over, he saw this scene. He was very strange. When he glanced at Hao Hua, he wanted to get a hint.

  However, Hao Huashi didn't coax himself into the battle just now, and he definitely wouldn't support the enemy, so he pretended not to see it.

  Xu Tezhu summoned up his courage, lifted the corner of his robe, leaned over and asked, "What is Your Highness doing?"

  Xinbao didn't raise his head, and said listlessly, "Xinbao is melancholy."

   "Melancholy?" Xu Zhiyu said: "I am also very melancholy, can I be melancholy with Your Highness?"

  Xinbao raised her face slightly: "Why are you so sad?"

  Xu Zhiyu sat down on the first two steps below her, turned around and happened to be about the same height as her, and not far or close.

He said: "I have practiced both literature and martial arts since I was a child, and I am often praised by others. I also think that I am not bad, but I have been helping His Highness for a few days, only to realize that I am like a blindfolded person who doesn't understand anything. , so melancholy."

Xinbao patted his head and comforted him: "These things are very new and new. You don't understand them, and neither do others, but everything is difficult at the beginning. After you do it, it's easy to do other things. Don't be anxious, and don't feel inferior! You must be smart if you look so good-looking!"

  Xu Zhiyu hurriedly said: "Your Highness said yes, thank you for your compliment."

  He asked: "Then why is Your Highness so sad?"

Xinbao let out a long sigh, and her small face was full of sadness: "Because Xinbao thinks that Xinbao may never learn to write poems and articles...Xinbao obviously loves you so much, but Xinbao thinks about it At the time of the hour, no good poems came out of my mind! Xinbao also loves his wife very much, but Xinbao also thought about it for an hour and no good poems came out... If such a deep love can’t come out, it may never come out. I can't come out. Alas!"

  Xu Zhiyu: "..."

  He can’t believe that this thing is not made out of thin air. You should go and read the three hundred Tang poems first, and you can compose poems even if you don’t know how to write them...

  How can children be willing to learn? She definitely doesn't like to hear this.

So Xu Tezhu said without principle: "Your Highness, I am slightly good at literature, but not good at martial arts, and I know almost nothing about medicine. A minister like this is an ordinary person. As for Your Highness, the medicine is so good that it is so good, how can it be done in other schools?" On the other hand, it is naturally slightly inferior, this is actually the deep love of heaven for His Highness. After all, when the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will lose money. Everything is good, and it is not a good thing..."

  He tried to comfort.

   Xinbao was finally coaxed, and nodded: "You are right! It's not that Xinbao is uneducated, but that God has deprived Xinbao of the right to become a talented scholar! This is God's fault, not Xinbao's fault!"

  Xu Zhiyu: "...??"

  Chen didn't mean that!

  Okay, although what I said has this meaning, you can’t say that, Your Highness!

   Then Xinbao stretched out his little hand, took his hand, and gave him care like caring for a mentally retarded person: "Little fish, be careful, there are steps below."

  Xu Zhiyu: "..."

  Okay, okay, think about the good, His Highness gave him a nickname, which shows that the relationship is a big step closer!

   So the two came in friendly.

   There is no need to write a letter today, Xu Zhiyu will report the progress to Xinbao.

   As a result, just halfway through the report, he noticed that the little princess's face changed, and then waved to him: "Xiaoyu, go back first, Xinbao has something to do!"

  Xu Zhiyu hurriedly resigned.

   Then Xinbao quickly turned around and looked at Emperor Ming Pei.

  Emperor Ming Pei waved his hand directly, ordering Fang Wuyou to take him down.

  Xinbao said in a low voice.

  『There are Jurchen spies hiding in Qingzhou, Nanzhili and other places, intending to use natural disasters to stir up rumors. 』

  Emperor Ming Pei's eyes suddenly became sharp.

  Suddenly, there was a feeling of "finally here" in my heart!

  When Xinbao first met Xiao Tai, he had foreseen the scene of the subjugation of the country.

  In this scene, she once again clearly saw a totem of a black bird, which she once painted for Liang Ruoxu.

  The Hu people in the north are divided into many ethnic groups, one of which is called Jurchen. The totem of Jurchen is Haidongqing, known as "the existence closest to God", which is very similar to the pattern drawn by Xinbao.

  Although it is almost impossible for this scene to happen after the death of Taoist Daoist, Emperor Ming Pei never forgot.

  But the living environment and so on on both sides are very different. It is very difficult for the Jurchens to send spies here, just as they send spies there.

   It is also because it is difficult to raise a spy, so after raising it, it is not easy to use it.

  It is difficult for them, and it is also difficult for Jurchen, but they are going to use it now... It can be seen that Dayan has dealt with natural disasters in advance several times, which really surprised them and forced them to act.

  Emperor Ming Pei said: "What rumors?"

  Xinbao shook his head: "I don't know."

  Emperor Ming Pei nodded, and asked someone to call Yan Qingshan and the two over.

  Yan Shirong said: "What exactly did Xinbao see?"

  Xinbao identified it: "Several pieces of paper... seem to be household registration."

Several people:"…"

so? ?

   Even with household registration, why are they so nervous! What else is there to discuss?

   Is this the joy of cheating? ?

   Spending countless time, energy, and manpower, sending spies to other people to investigate the situation there, and as a result, the household registrations of the spies who have been buried for an unknown amount of time have been sorted out here? ?

  (end of this chapter)