Thousands of miles away in a courtyard, the afternoon shower fell very quickly, the bean-sized rain beads smashed the ground straight smoke in the distance, a person rushed in the rain, just arrived under the eaves, before he could stand still, he took out a letter wrapped in oil paper from his arms.

The noble man in the room took the letter, glanced at it, and handed it to the old man beside him with an expressionless face, "What do you think?"

The old man beat a drum in his heart and took the letter tremblingly. His master is not a person who likes other people's opinions, but "a thousand words, not as good as a silence" will not work in him, decades of experience in serving the master's family have told him that he can say at most three points in trouble, and no more, and one and a half points more is a disaster.

He held the letter and read it, and just read a few lines, only to feel cold sweat on his forehead, layer by layer

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