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Chapter 174 A Letter from a Little Beauty

Two years later, Gu Changfeng and Shen Mingjue were helping the villagers pick beans in the fields when Zhao Si suddenly came with a letter.

"It seems to have been sent from the capital, Prince. The name written on it is a pseudonym."

Gu Changfeng was working hard. Shen Mingjue, who was standing by, wiped his hands and the sweat on his forehead, "Give it to me."

Zhao Si handed it to him as if it was nothing new. Ever since General Shen stopped caring about their affairs, the news that the two were in love had spread throughout the entire military camp, and no one talked about them secretly anymore. Now everyone was talking about it openly.

"Mr. Shen, who is it? I want to listen too." Zhao Si squatted beside Shen Mingjue with an attentive look on his face.

Gu Changfeng glanced over and said with some jealousy: "Zhao Si! Stay away from Ming Jue. You don't feel hot in the hot summer, but Ming Jue does!"

Zhao Si rolled his eyes and moved his butt twice, "How is it?"

Shen Mingjue's smiling face suddenly became a little gloomy. He read ten lines at a glance and took in the contents of the letter.

Zhao Si couldn't wait for Shen Mingjue to read the letter, and Gu Changfeng also straightened up and asked, "Who is it?"

He felt puzzled. Normally, it was normal for him and his brother to write to each other once a month. Sometimes Shen Mingjue would read the letters and laugh at them for being clingy. Why was he so silent today?

Shen Mingjue said: "It's Wen Heng."

"Wen Heng?" Gu Changfeng repeated, and then he immediately realized, this, this, this, isn't this the protagonist? The protagonist wrote him a letter???

He walked over quickly, even straightening his sleeves, and took the letter.

Shen Mingjue and Zhao Si looked at him in confusion when they saw how much he took it seriously.

There wasn't much in the letter, except that he missed Gu Changfeng and Shen Mingjue very much, and when he heard that the war had stopped, he asked them when they would come back, and that he felt very uncomfortable being caught between Zhou Ling and Zhou Chaoyang, father and son, and he was really sorry for not writing to them for some time, and hoped that they would understand.

Zhao Si still remembered the grudge against "Kong Er". After listening to Gu Changfeng's recitation, he muttered to himself, "That was some time ago. We came to this border in the winter. It has been more than two years. It's a good thing that he still remembers us."

Shen Mingjue interrupted, "That's not entirely true. When the war was at its peak, all the letters were with the governor of She County. The last time Chang Feng wrote back to him was... or was it a year ago?"

"Yeah." Gu Changfeng nodded, "It's been a long time since we last contacted each other."

"Then what does he mean? Seeing that the capital has started to renovate the Prince Yong's Mansion, he wants to curry favor with us?" What Zhao Si said was correct. After the prince was granted the title, he would become the Prince of Yong, so the Prince Yong's Mansion naturally had to be renovated. Because of the agreement with the Hu people, no war could be fought for three years. Therefore, the young emperor planned to start the renovation this year, so that if the war broke out next year and he won, he could live in it when he returned to the capital.

"Zhao Si, help Mingjue pick the beans and return them to the villagers. I'll go write the letter in case you forget it." Gu Changfeng felt a little uneasy. He had lived too comfortably in the past two years. In order to spend more time with Shen Mingjue, he even asked the system's Xiaowo to change the speed to single speed. He almost forgot that he had such a "legitimate" protagonist.

He stepped on a stone and almost slipped. Shen Mingjue reminded him from behind: "Be careful, watch the road!"

"understood!"

Xue Zhong also came over at this time. Seeing that Gu Changfeng seemed to be holding a letter, he couldn't help but say something: "What's wrong with the prince? Which little beauty wrote a letter to make him so happy?"