The other brothers were naturally very happy and also felt a lot more relaxed. Naturally, the emperor didn't pay attention to their little actions. He only knew that they wrote letters, but he didn't know what they wrote in the letters.

Because Zhong Buli is really busy at the moment. With the border war starting, he has to say hello to his father, the emperor, and his mother before he can send his two youngest brothers out. In case the father, emperor, and mother get news from other places, they will

Blame it on him.

He was also in a difficult position.

He knew clearly that his father left the palace just to allow him to perform better, but he still felt very unhappy.

He was really lonely after leaving his parents.

Fortunately, he still has his brothers, who keep him company, so he won't be deserted.

"Second brother, do you think your mother will be angry when she receives the letter?" The letter has been sent out, but little Xiangsi is still a little worried.

Zhong Buqi consoled him: "Hasn't everything been explained clearly? I believe the queen will understand."

"But I always feel uneasy, and I am still worried that my mother will misunderstand. Otherwise, I can talk to my father alone." Xiangsi always feels uneasy, and it will be bad if something unexpected happens.

After Zhong Buqi thought about it, he also felt that Xiangsi's worries were justified, so he wrote another letter and asked someone to hurry up and send it to the south.

On the official road, a very simple-looking carriage was driving slowly, as if its owner was not in a hurry.

The boy who drove the carriage had a fair face and a pair of very bright eyes. Next to him sat a fair and fat middle-aged man, whose face was much paler than that of the boy who drove the carriage. He squinted his eyes and leaned against the edge of the carriage, not listening.

What's going on outside the window.

There were two people sitting in the carriage. The man was middle-aged, with a beard, handsome features, and a noble temperament. Next to him sat a young woman, wearing a green shirt with a very delicate face.

She pouted, stared at the letter in her hand with dissatisfaction, and complained: "This damn girl, I have loved her for so many years in vain. How dare you despise me!"

"Didn't the children explain everything clearly? They were just worried that it would be too troublesome. They didn't say that they wouldn't let you send things back." Zhong Jingyan complained about the children in his heart, and also said for the little bastards who caused trouble.

Good words.

Qing'er rolled her eyes at him and threw the letter in his arms, "Don't think I can't hear it. You are trying to say good things to a few children."

"The children are also good for you."

"For my own good? Don't think I can't see it. They are all colluding. It's not because the things I sent back irritated the boss and they didn't get the good fruit, so they came up with this idea."

Qing'er was furious.

"Isn't this quite tactful? After all, it doesn't hurt our faces. The topic has not been raised, so we can all pretend not to know anything." Zhong Jingyan's current mood is increasingly different from before, and he looks quite peaceful.

But the aura accumulated over time is still so compelling.

"Just say nice things for them! After that, they may not be nice to you! From now on, they will be nice to their wives and children. Who will remember who you are!" Qing'er curled her lips and turned around to open the door next to her.

He took out a painting from the cabinet and opened it triumphantly.
Chapter completed!