The rain has been falling.

An Wensheng and Gao Dalong were driven out by Su Dawei almost "driven away".

自己在帐里看小苏写的家书,留他们在一旁吃瓜,呵呵,想多了.

Only Li Bo continued to record his records and handle military information and intelligence.

Li Bo is equivalent to Su Dawei's butler.

After waiting for a moment of calmness, Su Dawei walked to his table, and gently crushed the vermilion mud seal with the light of the whale oil lamp, and opened the wooden box.

A neatly folded home letter was lying quietly in the box.

Su Dawei calmed down slightly and won the trust in his hand.

He couldn't help but be excited. This battle to conquer Tubo was too long.

Since the Xianqing period, he has joined the army and participated in the battle against the Western Turks.

Su Dawei experienced the battles of expedition to the Western Turks, the Baekje, the Japanese, the Goguryeo and the Tubo.

In all the battles, the longest time was used to conquer Tubo.

The span lasts four years.

With the transportation capacity of the Tang Dynasty, when it arrived in Tubo, it had actually reached the limit of military force delivery.

If it weren't for eating the pastures of Tuyuhun and Tubo people, even with the national strength of the Tang Dynasty, it would be difficult to bear the protracted logistical pressure.

During the entire battle, he received only a handful of letters from home.

First, because of the dangerous road, it took a year and a half for the messenger to go back and forth.

This is also the special missionary and messenger for the imperial court.

If it is a letter entrusted by an ordinary business traveler, it is probably even more distant and may not be delivered.

Secondly, although Nie Su knew some words, it was mainly because when she became a monk and became a little nun, she learned how to recite Buddhist scriptures and asked Nie Su to write.

The first two letters I received from Nie Su were asked to write for her.

This is the third letter and the first letter after the end of the war.

I don’t know what Xiao Su would write in the letter.

Holding the paper page as light as feathers in his hand, Su Dawei suppressed the excitement in his heart and slowly opened it.

To Su Dawei's surprise, this time the letter was unexpectedly few and the words were extremely ugly.

The crooked strokes seem to be written by a young boy who is just learning to read.

Su Dawei wanted to laugh at first when he saw it, but then he was shocked.

This was written by Nie Su.

This must have been written by her, so it was so.

There was a faint scent of smell at the tip of the nose.

This is Nie Su's favorite powder.

It is sold in Fangjian Hutong in Xishi City, the most famous Heji Xiang Store in Chang'an.

It is called "Ninglengcui".

When you first smell the fragrance, it is neither charming nor vulgar. When you wait for it to be savored, you will smell a refreshing sweetness and forget your worries when you smell it.

Su Dawei stroked the letter paper with his fingers and found that the corners on it seemed to be soaked in water and wrinkled slightly.

He didn't even think about it, and read the words written by Nie Su.

"Well, when will you return?"

There are only seven words in total.

Although the characters are ugly, every stroke is extremely hard, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

After pronunciating the last word, Su Dawei suddenly felt as if he had lost all his strength and his body fell into the seat.

I am so happy, when will you return?

Li Bo stopped the work in his hand and looked up at Su Dawei in surprise.

But I saw him covering his hands on the paper and remained silent for a long time.

"Maintain?"

"When will you return? When will you return?"

Su Dawei felt like he was punched hard in the heart.

Separation is bitter, but you cannot get it.

How can you know that lovesickness is heartbroken if you don’t understand the world?

The sound of the wind and the sound of the rain are like Xiao Su's call, and the sound enters the heart.

Su Dawei stood up in a daze, came to the tent, lifted the curtain and looked towards Chang'an.

There, the darkness was shrouded in the sky, and only the ups and downs of Daba Mountain were faintly seen.

The autumn rain drizzles.

It was like his longing for Xiao Su, endlessly.

The scenes of getting to know Nie Su were like lightning flashing through his mind.

An inexplicable impulse turned into a poem and chanted from his mouth.

"You ask if you have not returned for the next time, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pond. Why should you cut the candle in the west window together? But when you talk about the night rain in Bashan?"

How should we cut the candles in the west window together? How should we cut the candles in the west window together...

I wonder if Xiao Su is in Chang'an at this moment, and is also missing me?

Do you also remember the night of the Lantern Festival?

"Good poem!"

Li Bo exclaimed, lifted the brush and licked it on the tip of his tongue, moistened the tip of his pen, drank the ink, and waved it on the paper head at hand.

After writing, he picked up the poem and blew it, and praised it: "The chief executive of this poem will definitely be famous for its future generations!"

Su Dawei's longing and sorrow was broken by him at once.

He looked back at him helplessly and said to him: "I didn't write this."

"If it wasn't written by the supervisor, who could it be written by it? I think I am well-educated, but I have never heard of this poem." Li Bo asked seriously.

"Well, actually, when I was a child, there was a scholar living opposite our house. He often read some poems, so I remembered it."

Su Dawei waved his hand indifferently and walked back to the table step by step.

Li Bo couldn't help but complain: "I remember the last time the general manager wrote "Jiangjie" and said it was written by a bald Taoist priest who passed by your door."

"Ahem~ bald... you remembered wrongly, that was a monk who begged for alms."

"Why did you become a neighbor again this time?"

"Last time was the last poem, and this time it was written by my neighbor and friend."

“Oh~”

Li Bo delayed his voice, obviously not believing it.

Although I didn't continue to ask, the expression on my face clearly said: You, my friend, are you talking about yourself?

Su Dawei smiled bitterly and shook his head, not explaining.

He doesn't want to be a copywriter, but sometimes he can't help but always read a few words.

There are so many headless cases, so naturally people around you are suspicious.

I can't explain it clearly, just do whatever you want.

"Have the general manager been to Bashu before?"

"First time."

"Why did the general manager know that there is an autumn pond under Bashan?" Li Bo asked while looking at Shi.

"because……"

Su Dawei frowned and said, "Because this poem was written by my neighbor's friend, I don't know if there is an autumn pond in Bashan."

Li Bo glanced at him and looked in awe.

It’s okay if you don’t seek fame when writing poetry, but you’re still so deeply involved in the drama. It’s really terrible low-key.

Although he is full of talent, the general manager has to rely on his appearance...hehe, he relies on military tactics to become famous.

也难为他了.

But this is also a person with great wisdom, and he knows that he should not show his sharpness too much.

Like Wang Bo's previous one, he was ignorant of restraint and had to lose twelve points.

So the rafters that were said to be rotten first.

Just like the general manager, hiding without revealing it is the wisdom of dealing with people.

"No, the manager."

Li Bo slapped his thigh and suddenly said.

Su Dawei had just sat down and was about to put the letter in close proximity, but he couldn't help but say in surprise when he heard this, "What's wrong?"

"The person in charge of your poem, "Why should you cut the candle in the west window together, but talk about the night rain in Bashan?", aren't you going to go back to Chang'an soon? How can you say you don't know when to reply? If you reply to Nie Su's little lady with this poem, I'm afraid the little lady will be worried again."

"Do you think everyone is like you, so good at plagiarism?"

Su Dawei was so upset by him: "I said, this poem was not written by me."

"Oh, I believe you!"

I believe you!

...

It was bright and bright.

The army was packing up the camp and preparing to set up the camp and continue moving forward.

However, the arrival of a messenger broke the peace of the entire army.

Su Dawei had finished showing his tribute to Chang'an. He took the imperial edict submitted by the messenger, glanced at the military generals on both sides, and opened the imperial edict in front of the messenger.

After just one look, he almost broke down.

He stood there on the spot.

"What's wrong with the manager? What did Chang'an say?"

"What is your majesty's will?"

Su Dawei did not answer, and only said in his mind: "Li Bo is a crow's mouth!"

Last night he said that the poem "Night Rain in Bashan" is wrong, and the content written in the poem is that I don't know when I will return to Chang'an.

Although I haven't finished speaking, the meaning is that poetry is a fortress and can definitely be passed down from generation to generation.

But this intention and omen are not good.

As a result, the imperial edict was really fulfilled today.

"Maintain!"

"Ami?"

Su Dawei's cheek muscles twitched slightly, and his neck turned stiffly toward the direction of generals such as An Wensheng and Lou Shide. He barely pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed.

But he knew this smile, which must be a hundred times worse than a bitter smile.

"Your Majesty's order to continue leading the army back to Chang'an, and I will stay in Shu for the time being."

Stay in Shuzhong temporarily?

Generals continue to lead their troops back to Chang'an?

What does this mean?

All the senior generals of the Tang army around him changed their expressions when they heard this.

Even though thunder, rain and dew are all kindness.

But the emperor has nothing to do. Is this decree... Could it be that he doubts the general manager Su Dawei?

Want to separate him from the troops?

Otherwise, how to explain it?

There were three messengers who delivered the imperial edict, two messengers in the army, and one was the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict.

At this time, the eunuch said to Su Dawei with a smile and said, "This is the will of the saint. Please ask General Su to follow the order. Don't make things difficult for us."

"What did you say?"

"you……"

All the generals around him followed Su Dawei for many years, and at least they grew up with Su Dawei's four years of training in the Tubo.

To them, Su Dawei was his superior and the backbone of the army. When he heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Is someone blinded His Majesty?"

"Master, don't worry, first check the authenticity of the imperial edict!"

"Maybe someone made a mistake and the chief executive!"

It was almost like shouting out that the general was outside, and the military orders were not accepted.

Su Dawei realized something was wrong and suddenly shouted: "Shut up."

With a shout, he gave the imperial edict to An Wensheng beside him to check: "The jade seal on this imperial edict is not fake."

After saying that, under the various shocked and suspicious eyes of the generals, he handed over to the eunuch who sent the order and said, "Here!"

"Master, Master, don't worry, just figure it out first."

"What does Your Majesty mean?"

Su Dawei shouted: "Everyone should do whatever they should do, act according to the order, don't ask more questions."

After saying that, he ignored the questioning of the congregation soldiers and bowed to the messenger and the eunuch, saying, "You can go back to Chang'an with the army, I'll clean up."

The eunuch had a slight smile on his face and bowed slightly: "Former Chief Manager, please take care of yourself."

The word "fore" has a faint accent.

It's like a pun.

Su Dawei had just entered his central army tent, and Li Bo, An Wensheng, Lou Shide, Gao Dalong and others all followed in.

"Ami, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!