Chapter 21 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

The Queen Mother sat in the upper chair. The tea cup in his hand was placed on the table, making a clear sound. His eyes swept over the two of them, he was silent for a moment before speaking. "Old That, you arbitrarily canceled the marriage that your father had ordered, and instead asked to go to Bac Canh, do you know your crime?" "I know my crime. But I have no regrets." The Queen Mother's eyes fell on So Lang Yen. "General So, Bac Canh won a great victory, your merits are great. The Holy King has appointed you as a second-class general of Ho Quoc, civil and martial arts of the whole court. Ai. The family also respects you as a noble and noble woman. But who is forced to ask, when did you and Lao That start?" So Lang Yen knelt straight, not arrogant or shy, raising his eyes. "Your Highness, in Bac Canh, Your Highness Seven repaired the crossbow for me, surveyed the terrain, blocked arrows and was injured." "Your Highness and I have known each other since childhood, but truly understand that you are from Bac Canh I, I can't pretend I don't know." The palace was silent for a moment. The Queen Mother looked at So Lang Yen, her voice was softer than before: "You alone held three citadels, fought seventeen battles. If you were a man, no one in the court could compare." "But who asked you, you were married to someone else. Even though they were separated, the whole court still remembers literature and martial arts. How do you plan to silence the officials?" So Lang Yen raised his eyes, his gaze not avoiding. "I don't need to silence anyone. My military merit is at the cost of life. "The wedding between me and General Song was originally just a ceremony to be able to go to war. On the day of my marriage, I went on my way, the separation letter was signed by both sides openly and honestly. As for the officials..." So Lang Yen paused for a moment: "Wait until they can stand on the wall of Bac Canh city for a day, then it's not too late to discuss me." The corner of the Queen Mother's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to laugh but held it back. The person turned to Tham Yen Tri: "Old That, what else do you want to say?" Tham Yen Tri took out seventeen letters from his chest. The letter paper was yellowed, and at the end of each letter was written the same sentence: His Highness Tham Yen Tri, how are you these days? Next to each letter, he wrote one word - "Healthy". "For three years she stayed in Bac Canh, every letter from home asked me if I was well. I never replied to a letter. I wanted to answer you, not with a letter, but with my whole life to answer." The Queen Mother looked at the stack of letters, silent for a long time. His hand placed next to the teacup, his fingertips lightly tapped twice on the table, then sighed. There was a sense of helplessness in the sigh, there was also a little bit of guilt that was hard to detect. "Who owes the two of you an apology? Who kept those letters? Back then, who believed that the female general guarding the border could not disrupt the royal rules. Looking back now, who did the wrong thing?" He looked at the two people kneeling side by side under the palace, waved his hand: "Stand up. Who approves this marriage?" dark. The two people walked side by side on the long path, the moonlight made their shadows long and thin. So Lang Yen walked for a while, suddenly stopped, turned around to face him. "When did you write those seventeen letters of response?" "When you slept. After returning from patrol, you leaned against the head of the bed to read the military report. After reading it for a while, you fell asleep. I sat in front of your tent and wrote." Tham Yen Tri looked at her, his eyes full of gentleness. So Lang Yen looked at him for a moment, turned away, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up. She continued to walk forward, her pace was neither fast nor slow. The voice was blown away by the night wind, but he still heard it clearly. "From now on we don't need to write letters anymore. We will always be together." So Lang Yen stood in front of the general's palace door, waiting for Tham Yen Tri. She changed into a rare light blue dress

wear. Today is Thuong Nguyen Tet. The whole Imperial Palace is filled with lanterns, and the branches are covered with red silk strips. The sound of sporadic fireworks came from afar. The deputy general saw her and almost didn't recognize her: "General So, aren't you going to patrol the barracks today?" "No, today is a holiday." As soon as the words fell, Tham Yen Tri turned around the corner of the street. In his hand he carried a rabbit lamp that he had just finished. The ears are crooked, the eyes are drawn one big and one small. A little better than last year's one, but not much better. "...You make it yourself every year, can't you ask Mr. Trieu to make one for you?" She took the rabbit lamp and held it up before her eyes. Although the ears are askew, at least both are intact. "Doing it yourself is sincere. Old Trieu did it to sell to others." So Lang Yen carried the rabbit lamp and walked forward, he walked beside her. The two walked side by side through the long street. Passing by the tree with a curved body behind the Quoc Tu Giam wall, passing by the low wall they used to climb over to skip school, passing by the wall outside the main hall where he once broke the wine cup at the palace banquet. Each place is where they have quarreled for more than ten years. She stopped under a tree, raised her head and looked at the bare branches.