Chapter 8 — I Went to the Border to Seek Peace and Met the Man of My Dreams

I also remembered my father and mother, so I took Bich Lan and returned to the National Palace with him. After dinner, his father went into the study room to talk. I followed my mother back to the inner room. Mother held my hand tightly, asking me many questions, her face full of worry. I took her arm and softly reassured her.

"The Duke is busy with military matters, rarely in the palace, and has been a widow for many years. There is not even a concubine in the palace. As soon as I entered the palace, I became the head mother."

I took out the brass key chain and showed it to my mother.

"My husband is also very good to me. Mother, why didn't you and father tell me clearly that the person I married was General Do?"

The mother was either laughing or crying.

"Just after the decree of marriage was issued, your father was sent to prison for opposing the holy will. Moreover, at that time, the Du family had just returned to the capital. I really didn't know that there were two generals in their family, so there was such a big misunderstanding."

“So why is father dissatisfied?”

Mother sighed softly.

"The emperor values the Do family. Whenever there is a war, their father and son must go to the battlefield. In the battlefield, swords and swords are ruthless. If you marry into the Do family, you will be in fear for the next half of your life.

Compared to the honest and upright Thi Lang palace, the general's palace is truly not a good relationship." On the way back to the general's palace, Do Kinh Van seemed to have something to say, his mind absentmindedly, his eyes constantly looking out of the car. As for me, as soon as I stepped off the horse-drawn carriage, I was immediately shaken. In front of the door of the general's palace, red silk and happy banners were hung, displaying a clear display of joy and happiness. A maid came forward and pulled me into the room. I was vaguely changed into a happy outfit and covered with a pink scarf. In the room, red candles glowed brightly, just like on the big wedding day. Do Kinh Van wore a dark red outfit and gently lifted my wedding scarf with a bow. There was a midwife who came forward to offer the wine, and he and I linked arms, looked at each other, and drank the entire cup of wine. When the hair-wedding ceremony was completed, my vision was blurred. It turns out why he told me to go back to the National Palace, why was my soul and soul restless along the way.

"The day we got married, it was my fault to you. Today, we completed the unfinished rituals. From now on, you are my righteous wife, Giang Dao. Please give me all of yourself."

My tears fell silently, I nodded and hugged him tightly. A warm charcoal stove, a short spring break, a misunderstanding, and finally consummation. GIANG DAO'S EXTERNAL STORY One year after getting married, I woke up in the middle of the night and discovered that my bed was empty. Under the dim candlelight, Do Kinh Van was sitting in front of the bench writing official documents. I'm a bit helpless. Why does this person have so much strength? Last night, it was clear that I had to give up until midnight. I stood up, put an extra robe on him, then leaned on his shoulder and watched him write. His handwriting is a familiar script, stroke by stroke, neat and standard. Exactly like the words on the marriage certificate.

“Someone like you, no matter how you look, doesn't look like someone who writes such formal handwriting.”

"I grew up in a military camp, and the literacy teacher only taught calligraphy. Later, when I saw that she liked cursive books, I also learned to write for a while. Unfortunately, I still didn't get used to it."

I smiled softly, sitting on his lap.

“How do you know I like manuscripts?”

He bowed his head and gently kissed her lips ta.

“A long time ago, at Vu Ky paper shop, she stood in front of Mr. Lu Truc's painting "Ku Duan Phu" for a long time.

After that, he begged the shop owner to sell it to her, but the shop owner refused, so she stood there forever and didn't leave. I was stunned and silent for a long time. That painting of suffering was originally requested by me as a birthday gift for Bui Minh Vien. Seeing me silent, he leaned down and kissed me again.

“Why have I never seen her write cursive letters?”

I smiled.

"I didn't like it at all. Actually, I'm more compatible with Tieu Khai flower brooch."

EXTERNAL STORY OF DO KINH VAN The first time I met her was at Princess Truong's flower reward banquet. She is so radiant that I can't take my eyes off her. Just one piece of the instrument, it's so amazing that it's unforgettable. The little marquis said she was a precious gem in the hands of the Duke's palace, a talented woman worthy of the capital's reputation. At that time, I obeyed orders to return to the capital to escort food and grass.