By the side of the Lushui Pavilion, the clear water and lotus are rippling. Nalan Rongruo stood in front of the desk in the study and put on the inscriptions, but his thoughts were not here, not in the poem, not on the paper...

The purple jade pulls cold ashes, the word "heart" is completely different, and the sparse curtains still hang from the next year. Half a scroll of sunset and red rainfall comes in, and the swallows fall. Looking back at the blue clouds, how many hearts are, short and long pavilions outside the pavilion. A hundred feet of traveling threads and thousands of miles of dreams, infinitely sad and melancholy.

Rong Ruo was just graffitiing in his letter, and actually still recalled some of the things Ama Mingzhu said to him just now:

"Chengde, today, I advised the emperor to allocate military salaries from Jiangnan Road to Sichuan. Originally, someone had already chosen a case in his heart, so he didn't expect it to affect you... But for some reason, the emperor ordered you to serve as the deputy envoy to assist Tang Bin with him. This was unexpected... I think that Tang Bin was just a lecturer from the fifth-rank Hanlin, and you are already the third-class guard..." "The place in Jiangnan is not a good place. Be careful when going here... Don't force yourself to come forward, and avoid things when you encounter them..."

Nalan Rongruo stands tall and stands upright, and her pen tip is like a dragon swimming and a snake dancing, and she moves faster and faster--

The west wind suddenly rises and the cold rises, and the geese are catching away from the camp. The clouds are flat for thousands of miles away, so don’t go back to the long pavilion. The endless scenery of the mountains and boundless past events are a kind of quiet and quiet example. Try the sound of the beautiful jade flute, which calls the heroes of the ages to wake up from their dreams.

Rong Ruozheng was so refreshing that he wrote the story, and the little book Tong Jingshu whispered outside the door: "Young Master."

Nalan Rongruo paused slightly in his pen and asked helplessly: "What's the matter?"

Jingshu replied: "Young Master, Grandma, please come over."

Rong Ruo continued to write a line of words, but suddenly felt upset in his heart and couldn't continue writing. He had to put aside his pen and said, "Come in."

Jingshu pushed the door and Rong Ruo ordered him:

"Clean, wash the brush, then put away my usual pen, ink, paper and ink, and we will set off tomorrow afternoon."

Jingshu looked at Nalan Rongruo in surprise and asked, "Young Master, where are we going?"

Nalan Yuxiu's clear face, Zhan Yan smiled: "Jiangnan."

…

Yan said with a worried look: "Master, you are thousands of miles away, so you must take care of yourself on the road."

Nalan Rongruo nodded and agreed.

Yan was sad and asked again: "Master, when will you come back?"

Rong Ruo looked at her and said with a hint of pity:

"You don't have to worry about it. It takes about a month to travel back and forth. If you take good care of yourself and Fuge at home, you will be extremely safe."

Yan couldn't help but shed tears quietly: "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Fuge."

Rong Ruo comforted her in a deep voice: "Young grandma doesn't have to worry about it. Before I leave, I will ask my wife to take care of you two."

When Yan heard this, she lowered her head silently, quietly, tears "splitting" and "splitting" fell even tighter.

…

Nalan Rongruo went to his wife's place and said goodbye to his mother in advance. The mother and son gave a few thoughtful words.

The eldest wife said, "You haven't been to see the child for a long time... He misses you very much."

While talking, a nanny walked in with a boy in white dress and a small jacket.

When the little boy saw Nalan Rongruo, his beautiful ginkgo eyes immediately opened up and spread his hands and reached to his father anxiously. Nalan Rongruo's heart suddenly tightened and hurriedly took the child from the nanny's arms and hurriedly held it in his arms.

The little boy clung his father's neck tightly with his hands and buried his little head next to Rong Ruo's cheek. Rong Ruo gently patted and stroked his son's young back to comfort him. Suddenly, he felt that his neck was wet and hot... Rong Ruo felt very sad...

"Furton, Ama is going to do errands far away. You are obedient at home and listening to your wife, do you know?"

When Fulton heard that his father was about to go on a long journey, he refused to look up. He hugged his father tightly with his little hands, and cried even harder and more violently.

Rong Ruo felt the young son sobbing in his ears with sadness and sobbing, and finally couldn't help but shed tears on his clothes--

Furton, don’t blame Ama, it’s not that Ama doesn’t like you, it’s just that you are really like her, so much like her….

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Thank you Feilong to explore the moon, and continue to do it in the evening. Finally, I finished writing a small volume~ I saw that the catalog was arranged neatly, which was very pleasing to you.
Chapter completed!