Pray, you asked me where those injuries came from.

Those injuries are the ones I leave after every battle, and every scar is my glory.

My soldiers, like me, are all scarred and full of glory.

They look forward to going home after the war and reuniting with their families.

I also look forward to it, and look forward to someone who can pick me up and the children home.

I still can't believe that you are the one in the high hall.

I couldn't believe it, I would like an emperor someday.

I like you, that kind of love, I have never been to others in my whole life.

This is a weird feeling. If you are an ordinary man, I'll take you home regardless of your wishes and continue this love of you for a lifetime.

But you are the emperor, and there are countless women around you, maybe to me, you are one of those countless women.

From the moment I knew your identity, I stopped expecting anything from you, but now, I look forward to, and expect you to give up the emperor's insistence for a woman after seeing this letter.

Praying, the child in his belly, more than three months, he and I fight against the enemy on the battlefield, accompanied me day and night, he followed me through the battle of life and death.

When I knew it, he had lived in my belly for three months.

Uncle Song said he was healthy.

He is very healthy, pray, this is me and your child, he is very healthy.

You may have countless children, but I may only have this one in my life.

I really want to keep him healthy for a lifetime, I really want him to have been and can always live healthy.

I am a general. The king wants to die, and the minister has to die.

However, I will also be a mother.

I touched him in the belly and thought about what he would look like when he was born, would he look like you, would he look like me.

I look forward to him being a boy so he can do everything I can't.

Pray for my life, deserving the world, the people, and the king.

The only thing I feel guilty about is the child in my stomach.

I never asked for help. Even my father and master, I never knelt on them.

In this life, I just kneel past you.

Praying, I knelt down on the ground, writing this letter.

Pray, please!

I know you are not easy, I know you may like me, far from being able to let you give up your persistence.

Praying, but the child in my belly, his only hope now is with you.

I, too, can only ask you.

Pray, I will take the troops out of the city to the barbarian base camp for sneak attacks. If I am fortunate to return, I hope to see you. If I, if I have any accidents, I only hope that this letter will never be delivered to you.

Song of Songs

Here is her handwriting, this is a letter she wrote to herself.

On two large pages, she spoke humblely and earnestly, whispering, word by word, begging him.

The night before her parting appeared to him, kneeling on the ground, kneeling in front of him, clutching his sleeves, raising his head slightly, tears in his eyes, and a look of love and hate for him.

His hands were shaking, not only his hands were shaking, he was shaking all over.

His throat was blocked and he opened his mouth several times, unable to make a sound.

How is it possible, how is it possible?

He couldn't associate her with Zhenbei Hou at all, but thought of her talking, thinking of her words and deeds, he couldn't help but believe.

How could this be? How could she be Zhenbei Hou Minglan?

His eyes were dark, and he was even a little unsteady.

Or did the father-in-law arrange Song Wei to enter the door, seeing Yuandi like this, busy approaching and supporting Yuandi: "Your Majesty, what is wrong with you?"

Yuandi grabbed Su Gong's wrist with his backhand. His strength was so large and large, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and squeezed it tightly: "Zhao Luo's three girls entered the palace."