At three o'clock, Aunt Lian returned to Lin Qingbai's bedroom.

Lin Qingbai had already got up, dressed neatly and sat on the wooden chair by the window, but looked out the window indifferently.

Aunt Lian quietly walked to Lin Qingbai's side.

Obviously the voice was already very low, but Lin Qingbai still noticed it. He turned his head slowly and asked, "Going away?"

With the redness in the corners of Aunt Lian's eyes still red, she replied, "Let's go."

Lin Qingbai remained silent for a while.

At the time of Chen, there was a sound of horns in the capital. The sound was ancient and bright, unique to the might of thousands of troops, followed by the sound of firecrackers, drums, horseshoes, and discussions, which attracted people in the capital.

This is the expedition army set off from the capital.

Lin Qingbai squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand tightly.

He imagined that Xi'an was wearing a silver armor, riding on a steed, galloping through the streets and alleys, the armor was dazzling in the sun, waving his whip in front of tens of thousands of soldiers, majestic and full of blood.The indelible heroic spirit of a young man.

It must have attracted the attention of thousands of people, shining brightly, but it was at a height that Lin Qingbai could not touch.

Lin Qingbai closed his eyes, and suddenly he called out in a low voice: "Aunt Lian."

"My lord, I'm here." Aunt Lian responded quickly.

"Xi An has grown up, it should be a good thing to hone on the battlefield."

Lin Qingbai's voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself, and then he seemed to be in urgent need of approval, and asked Aunt Lian, "Is it?"

Aunt Lian looked at Lin Qingbai's lost soul, tried her best to hold back her crying, and replied with a smile: "It's the prince, the young master has grown up long ago, it is a rare opportunity to go to the battlefield to hone and hone, goodThings are good things."

Aunt Lian repeatedly said good things to Lin Qingbai, as if if she said it a few times, it would really become a good thing.

These words seemed to have really comforted Lin Qingbai, and then his worries and worries faded slightly from his brows and eyes. He lowered his brows and eyes and wanted to smile, but he couldn't.

Just whispered: "That's good..."

In the days after Xi An left, the palace seemed to be empty, but nothing was missing.

The flowers in the courtyard are still in bloom, but Lin Qingbai no longer has the heart to appreciate flowers.

It's another new year.

As in previous years, the city was covered with snow, and even in such a cold winter, the capital was still lively.

Every new year, Lin Qingbai spends time in the temple.

The capital is peaceful and peaceful, but the frontier is not peaceful.

This year is the second year of the army's expedition. General Chu's ability is extraordinary. In just these two years, he has led troops deep into the hinterland of the Red Clan, subduing nearly ten tribes of the Red Clan, large and small, with few defeats.

Every time the battle report comes back, the emperor is full of smiles, and even Yuehui and Lin Qingbai have received a lot of awards.

It's just that Lin Qingbai knew in his heart that what people all over the world wanted and heard was the word "Great Victory" on the battle report.

Then what?

It's winter now, and the mountains in Qianzhou are covered with heavy snow, which is several times colder than the capital city. In such a situation, it is not easy to defeat the Chizu people who lived in the north.

Lin Qingbai once didn't believe in gods and Buddhas. When he was in the fairy world, he stood alone on the top of the clouds, turning his hands and floating clouds to get everywhere, and he only believed in himself.

But now Lin Qingbai came to the temple frequently and stayed there for a long time.

At Chenshi, after breakfast, Aunt Lian walked in and said to Lin Qingbai, "My lord, today is the sixth day of the first lunar month."

Lin Qingbai nodded and said, "I know."

Seeing that Lin Qingbai was not in high spirits, Aunt Lian dug out of her sleeve and handed Lin Qingbai a letter with a smile.

When Lin Qingbai saw the letter, a moment of tenderness finally appeared on his expressionless face for a long time.

Even Xiao Bai, who was sleepy in the corner, yelled twice, and rushed to Lin Qingbai wagging his tail.

Lin Qingbai hugged Xiaobai in his arms, lit up the candlelight on the case table, and slowly opened the letter.

Lin Qingbai's slender fingers pinched the few pieces of paper, and it took a long time to look at them.

The white smoke of the tea was dense, and it gradually cooled down again.

Only then did Lin Qingbai slowly put the letter on the table.

On the pale yellow paper, Xi An's handwriting became more and more mature, more powerful and chic than when he was fourteen years old.

Still the same as usual, Xi An wrote the recent situation in the letter.

He said that the mountains in Qianzhou were now covered by heavy snow, and the hot water that was only boiled when taking a bath at night turned into ice water as soon as it was poured on the body, and several soldiers were screaming indiscriminately.

So they started to play dominoes, and if they lost, they would take a bath with a bucket of cold water, but he won every time, and the little soldiers around were afraid to play with him now, so they took a long way around when they saw him.

When saying something, Xi An still used a joking tone.

Perhaps because he was afraid that Lin Qingbai would be worried, he wrote later that he was young and strong, and it was no problem to resist such a cold. Even General Chu praised him: "He is a good boy! Resistance!"

Xi An's imitation of General Chu's words was so resembling that Lin Qingbai could even think of how hard General Chu slapped Xi An on the shoulder when he said these words.

The corners of Lin Qingbai's mouth curled up unconsciously, his eyes flickered but then darkened again.

How could he not know that it was Xi An who wanted to please him, but was afraid that he would worry.

At the end of the letter, Xi Anru asked Lin Qingbai if he was healthy?Do you miss him?

Regardless of the battle situation ahead, Xi An never mentioned the battle situation to Lin Qingbai in his letters

He would not show off to Lin Qingbai how brave he was on the battlefield, let alone tell Lin Qingbai whether he was injured or whether he had a hard time.

Putting down the letter in his hand, Lin Qingbai looked at the goose feather heavy snow outside the window, and after a while he said softly: "It's getting colder these days."

Aunt Lian immediately leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "My lord, are you cold? Do you want me to add some charcoal?"

Lin Qingbai looked away and shook his head.

Qianzhou is far away from the capital city, this letter was signed more than a month ago, and the coldness in December is far less severe than it is now.

In the hall where he is now, the windows are closed tightly, he holds a gold silk hand stove in his arms, and the best silver silk charcoal is burning in the house, all the cold winds are isolated from the outside, and the room is as warm and comfortable as a spring day.

Where is the hard work of Xi'an.

Lin Qingbai picked up the letter, folded the envelope gently with his fingertips and put it back in the envelope, then opened a small sandalwood box under the case, put the letter in, and finally put it on carefully.locked.

For the past two years, Xi An has written a letter to Lin Qingbai every month, and Lin Qingbai has kept every letter carefully, and now the wooden box is more than half full.

Aunt Lian watched Lin Qingbai's movements, and her eyes couldn't help but sparkle.

The older she got, the more she cried.

Aunt Lian knew something was wrong, she turned her back and took a deep breath, and said to Lin Qingbai with a smile on her face when she turned around again: "My lord, today is the young master's birthday, if you will replace him todaySend him the prepared gift, and he will be happy."

Lin Qingbai nodded and said to Aunt Lian, "Bring the things."

Aunt Lian immediately turned around, walked to the closet, carefully took out a suit of silver armor, and then put it on Lin Qingbai's desk.

The silver armor gleamed, like shimmering scales, with a clear and dazzling light.

Every piece of silver armor here is custom-made by Lin Qingbai from Jiangnan at a high price. The construction period only took a year, and Lin Qingbai sewed it stitch by stitch.

Although dare not say that it is invulnerable, it is indeed rare and hard.

Lin Qingbai cupped her wide sleeve with one hand, raised her hand to lick the pen, and wrote the first sentence.

——An'er, today is the sixth day of the first lunar month.

Lin Qingbai's handwriting was beautiful, and after writing this sentence, he suddenly didn't know what to write.

The tip of the pen hangs on the paper, but it has not fallen for a long time.

Qianzhou is far away, and it is freezing cold now, it will be another month before this letter can be sent to Xi'an.

Today, Xi'an is sixteen.

But in Lin Qingbai's memory, it is still the appearance of Xi'an when he was fourteen.

At that time, his face was still childish, and his voice was also the tone of a teenager.

But now he must be a lot taller, and he must have turned black when he went out to fight in the wind and sun.

Lin Qingbai stared at the sentence on the paper with lowered eyes, as if he could outline the appearance of Xi An on the paper just by looking at that sentence.

After a while, Lin Qingbai wrote down his pen again. There were thousands of words lingering in his heart, but in the end he only wrote one sentence.

——The battlefield is difficult and dangerous, as a teacher, wish you well.

As soon as this sentence was written, there was a burst of fierce footsteps outside the door, and then the door was pushed open with a bang.

"My lord! My lord!"

A young guard rushed in in a panic, his foot slipped and he almost fell.

"What's the trouble, talk about it properly." Aunt Lian reprimanded him.

The guard seemed not to have heard what Aunt Lian said, but knelt down in front of Lin Qingbai with a plop.

He seemed to be in a panic, and said in a trembling and hoarse voice: "My lord, at the morning of the court today, a battle report from Qianzhou suddenly came... The battle report said that General Chu and General Xi led a team of soldiers into theMoshan was looking for the location of the Moshan tribe, but was suddenly ambushed..."

Having said this, there was a dead silence in the hall.

The guards didn't even dare to look up at Lin Qingbai, their hands were trembling on the ground, and they continued to say: "The enemy army is familiar with the mountain situation, and they designed it to cause an avalanche, and a large number of soldiers were buried in Moshan......General Chu and Xi An were seriously injured and fell into the cliff one after another. The soldiers dug for many days at the bottom of the mountain and found the bones of General Chu..."

The guard's voice was mournful, and before he finished speaking, the pen in Lin Qingbai's hand fell with a click.

The ink on the nib of the pen smeared the sentence that Lin Qingbai just wrote.

After a long time, Lin Qingbai's trembling voice sounded.

"Where is Xi An..."