As the sun set, Su Zhaoheng stood on the lookout, looking in the direction of the capital, and the shadow behind him was dragged into a long line.

A black dot appeared in the sky in the distance, causing him to squint.

As the black dot slowly approached, revealing a clear outline, there was a flash of nervousness in his eyes.

He put his knuckles to his lips and whistled, and the gray dove, which came from far and near, flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.

His eyes fell on the pair of claws, and he found that a small bamboo tube was fixed on his originally empty feet, and Su Zhaoheng's eyes suddenly smiled.

He still succeeded, and sure enough, the little guy was able to get her attention.

The **** returned late, which surprised him for a while, thinking that it had been roasted by Mrs. Lin like other carrier pigeons. I don't want it to come back.

Thinking about it again, this was a little strange, so he released it again, and notified the secret guard outside the Shangshu Mansion to follow it in advance. Unexpectedly, the dark guard returned, and it flew straight to Lin Wanwan's courtyard, turned around a few times and flew back.

At this time, the dark guard also realized that it was rescued by Lin Wanwan from the hands of that grandfather.

So, he took the opportunity to get closer to her again.

Since she was able to save this little thing in the hands of Old Lady Lin, it means that she knew that Old Lady Lin was passing the message with someone and sent the letter to her yard again, so she must not dare to open it privately. As long as she gives it to Mrs. Lin, if Mrs. Lin doesn't accept or roast this pigeon again, she will definitely put this little thing back because of her kindness.

It's just that he didn't expect that she was really so concerned about this little thing, and even wrote a note telling him not to let it go again.

Su Zhaoheng looked at the delicate handwriting. The smile on his lips deepened.

Then he'll take another gamble.

Yes, maybe I'll be able to see her again in a few days.

When he learned that she had fallen ill since returning to the capital from Zhuangzi, he almost climbed over the wall of Shangshufu to see her.

But thinking of her hatred that night, he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that she would resist him. And as for lingering outside the walls all night, or left.

Counting the days, it's been half a month, and I don't know if the injury on her shoulder has left a scar.

I think of the people I miss day and night. Rao is Su Zhaoheng, who is used to being cold and calm. I didn't think about the east and the west for a while, and I got off the lookout with both anxiety and anticipation, and hurriedly went back to the tent to reply to the letter.

When the gray carrier pigeon flew to the sky again, it was already the beginning of the lights.

**

Shangshu Mansion. Lin Wanwan had a meal in Mozhuju. I also watched my brother play chess with my grandfather. He had just walked to his yard.

Looking carefully at the road illuminated by the lanterns, she slowly walked towards her Ran Jingxuan.

However, before I reached the courtyard gate, I heard a few cooing sounds.

At first glance. It seemed familiar, and he turned his head to look around.

"Miss, there's a pigeon standing on the courtyard wall!" Coriander carried a lantern to illuminate it and saw a black shadow on the wall.

When Lin Wanwan heard this, she also looked up, and under the dim light, the little guy with gray and white feathers was dancing on the courtyard wall.

Why did you come again, you haven't left?!

Lin Wanwan rubbed her feet, trying to reach for it.

The dove seemed to realize something, but fell down obediently and stood on her arm.

Lin Wanwan laughed suddenly, his eyebrows and eyes curved like moon buds in the sky. "You didn't go? If my grandfather sees you, he will throw you into the fire. ”

Coriander and Muxiang also stepped forward, and Coriander looked at it twice and said, "Did it send a letter again, Miss, you tied an extra bamboo tube in the afternoon, and the small bamboo tube is gone." The one on its feet looks like it's its own. ”

At this time, Lin Wanwan also discovered this, and saw that there seemed to be small characters on the small bamboo tube, so she beckoned Coriander to bring the lantern closer.

By the light, Lin Wanwan saw the five characters of Miss Lin San on the other side, and her whole body straightened.

Coriander and Mu Xiang carried the lamp, not as close as she did, and they were curious to ask if it was another letter to the old lady.

Lin Wanwan was only excited, relieved herself, and reached out to take off the letterbox.

Xu was a little hastily and rude, and the pigeon cried twice in pain, and flew into the air, not daring to approach her again.

But now Lin Wanwan no longer cares about whether the pigeon is a pigeon or not, but the letter she holds in the center of her hand!

That's Su Zhaoheng's handwriting!

In his previous life, Su Zhaoheng spent most of his time reading in a wheelchair, and he wrote something on the small bookcase in the house.

She sometimes tidies up messy desks and knows his handwriting best!

Why did this pigeon carry his letter and name her!

Could it be that he was the one who had always been in contact with his grandfather?!

Lin Wanwan returned to the courtyard in a panic, got into the small study in the west room, ordered no one to come in, and unfolded the letter under the candlelight.

On the small note, it is indeed Su Zhaoheng's handwriting.

'I apologize to Miss Tangtu that night, Miss Xie saved her life, and the only way to do this is to send a letter to express her gratitude. Correspondence with Lin Xiang, I still want to keep it secret. ’

Lin Wanzai carefully read the note several times, and was still a little shocked in her heart.

He was the one who kept corresponding!

After his stepmother designed it that day, his grandfather kept him, and they knew each other.

If that's the case, Su Zhaoheng helped her, how much does her grandfather know?!

Lin Wan thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but think of what her grandfather said when she saved the pigeons!

Does grandfather know that Su Zhaoheng has other thoughts about her?!

She was so excited that she almost threw the letter out of her hand, and her face was feverish.

But the next moment, she pursed her lips again, thinking that Su Zhaoheng could have a letter with her grandfather, and it must not be a correspondence between friends. With her grandfather's temperament, it is too likely that she will become some kind of old friend with Su Zhaoheng.

What are they talking about in the court?!

I still remember that before my grandfather entered the palace last time, he received a letter from him, and his face was extremely ugly at that time.

It shouldn't be wrong, Su Zhaoheng is talking to his grandfather about the court.

But Lin Wanwan was puzzled again, didn't her grandfather want to return to the court? What else do you care about?

At this time, Lin Wanwan also remembered that she had asked about the affairs of the DPRK and China several times, and wanted to try to find out if there were other keys to her father's corruption case, but her grandfather kept silent.

Perhaps, Su Zhaoheng is well aware of the current situation of the various factions in the DPRK and China......

Lin Wanwan has always been worried about her father's embezzlement of ink, which led to the beheading of the Lin family, and she always wants to find a clue, but she can't listen to it anywhere.

Pursing her lips and staring at the note in her hand, there were four words on it, and Lin Wanwan's eyes flickered brightly.

She had this idea before, but since the time she sneered at him in her brother's courtyard, and the night she had experienced in Zhuangzi, she had stopped thinking about it.

Now......

Lin Wanwan hesitated for a while, and the struggle between hatred and fear made her eyebrows full of pain.

It was night, and a small figure shuttled back and forth between the capital and the suburbs of Beijing. (To be continued.) )

PS: The update is late~~~ Thank you for your concern, my body is better~ At least my brain is not mushy ~~