I'm really convinced, who is the person sent by the prince of the week this week.

At first, he seemed to know how to know the number of etiquette, and he kindly reported his name and took out the gift box.

But when she heard the name of the prince of Zhenbei Wangfu refused, the entourage changed.

I couldn't help but break into the room, open the gift and put it on the table, and now I still open my mouth to ask the lady for a gift in return.

"What rude!" Jiang Ling shouted and stepped forward, "Let's go quickly." ”

The young attendant glanced at her.

"It is rude to accept a gift and not return it." He snorted.

Xie Roujia raised her feet and walked back.

The attendant jumped out of the way.

"The two countries are at war, and they will not be killed!" He shouted.

These nonsense words were all taught by Zhou Chengzhen's little brute.

Xie Roujia glared at him.

Seeing that she didn't make a move, the young entourage stepped forward again.

"It's okay to reply to a letter without a gift." He hurriedly said, smiling and giving a salute, "It's good to prove that the little one has been delivered, and I can go back so that I can be rewarded in front of the prince." ”

What a cunning guy.

Jiang Ling said in her heart, and sure enough, she saw Xie Roujia thoughtful.

"Then you wait." Xie Roujia said, turned around and went in.

Jiang Ling hurriedly followed up and helped to study the ink.

Xie Roujia didn't sit down, but rummaged around.

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Ling asked.

"This." Xie Roujia came over with a handful of cinnabar and smiled.

"What do you do with this?" Jiang Ling asked puzzled.

"Write a letter." Xie Roujia said.

Cinnabar can be used as a pigment and can be used for writing, but is it so happy to use it?

Smiling eyes sparkling.

I guess I came up with some kind of trick to make a fool of people.

The man was a bummer. Miss can naturally be naughty, Jiang Ling smiled and put down the ink stone in her hand and stood away. watched Xie Roujia roll up her sleeves and grind ink.

"Give." Jiang Ling hurried out and handed a letter to the young entourage.

The young attendant happily took it.

"Thank you, sister." He said loudly.

Now the mouth is sweet.

Jiang Ling snorted and turned around.

I could hear the sound of horses' hooves outside. The attendant galloped away.

It's annoying.

You won't come back in the future, will you?

Jiang Ling walked into the inner room and saw Xie Roujia still sitting in front of several cases, holding a piece of stationery in her hand.

The letter Jiangling is no stranger, it is a letter from the king of Dongping County sent by Master Huang.

I don't know what was written, Xie Roujia looked at it and laughed again.

Jiang Ling thought for a moment, turned around and went to get another handful of cinnabar, and stretched out his hand to put it on a few cases.

"What?" Xie Roujia put down the letter and was a little puzzled.

"Miss, don't you write it?" Jiang Ling asked.

"I'm done." Xie Roujia said.

Jiang Ling oh sounded.

"I thought you were going to reply to His Royal Highness the King of Dongping County." She said, hurriedly reaching out to take the cinnabar again.

Reply to the king of Dongping County.

Xie Roujia looked at the letter in her hand. The last time I wrote back to him with a few polite greetings, he actually replied seriously.

"After the beginning of autumn, it rains three times, the night is getting cooler, the sleep and food are safe, the palace is entered on three or two days, and the friends are out on seven or eight days."

"One day later, I learned to fish in the grass outside the city, cast countless baits, and took three or two hooks. Drowsy and suddenly, the rain is sick, splitting the head and covering the face, and the heart is running to escape the rain, but he is forced to be free and casual. When I came home, I was wet inside and outside the house, and I sneezed countless times. ”

Seeing this, Xie Roujia laughed again.

It seems that you can see the appearance of Wang Wang of Dongping County pretending to be at ease in the rain. But it seems that he can't imagine what he looks like a wolf.

Do people like that look like wolves?

The depression in her heart has dissipated a lot, in fact, she is not very comfortable these days.

Although I still live in Ulsan. And it seems that everyone listens to her, but she always feels constrained.

There seems to be a lot to be said. I don't know what to say.

And these people around her, many people talk to her, but they feel that no one talks to her, and she also talks to many people, but it seems that they don't speak at all.

Xie Roujia then read the letter.

The letter had come to an end, and it was about a restless night after countless sneezes.

“…… People are sick and easy to recall, tossing and turning, getting up to call the cook, now and the noodles and knead and roll and cut, too warm and cool, pick lentils and fry minced meat, pound garlic paste and sesame oil and pour balsamic vinegar, drink three bowls of the month. ”

Xie Roujia laughed again, and at the same time couldn't help but smack her lips.

Looks delicious......

"JMC JMC." She looked up and shouted.

Jiangling hurriedly responded.

"Let's have noodles later." Xie Roujia said.

"Yun Ying noodles?" Jiang Ling asked.

"No, no." Xie Roujia shook her head, "Eat the kind of noodles in the capital, roll out pure noodles into strips, and fry minced lentils." ”

They rarely eat this kind of pasta, how do they remember to eat this?

Jiang Ling glanced at the letter in Xie Roujia's hand, and went out to give the order.

Xie Roujia looked at the letter in her hand, her eyes slowly fell on the bright red ink in the inkstone, she reached out and picked up the pen on the side and unfolded the letter paper.

"Approaching mid-autumn, there is not much rain in Pengshui, but the day is also much cooler, but the sleep and food are not peaceful."

Jiang Ling walked into the room and saw Xie Roujia writing a letter, so he stopped and quietly retreated.

The sky was bright, and Huang Zhushu walked out of the county office.

He came to work alone, and there was no family to settle in, so he lived alone in the county office.

Seeing him come out, the officials outside the door were busy greeting.

"Your Excellency is going out today?"

"Are you still going to Xie's house?"

Master Huang nodded.

"I haven't finished talking about yesterday, so I'll go back today." He said kindly, and walked away.

Looking at his back, an official laughed.

"In the past, adults used to go every three or five days, why did they go back this time?" He smiled, "Is it to catch the autumn breeze during the festival?" He came from out of town, and he didn't know about our Pengshui, and the autumn breeze of the Xie family couldn't be beaten. ”

"It's not an autumn wind, he came back empty-handed, and he never received any gifts." A servant shook his head and said.

The gossip behind him Huang Zhushu didn't care, and walked on the street unhurriedly, but compared to usual. His brow furrowed slightly.

"If you don't go in a row, you can't do it, it's about to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Looks like we have to get rid of this old face. He said to himself.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a carriage galloping towards him. An eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl lifted the curtain of the car and looked over.

Master Huang's eyes lit up.

Thankfully, I finally don't have to break my leg anymore.

"Miss Jiangling." He immediately raised his hand and said.

…………………………………………

Because of the Mid-Autumn Festival, in August, there were significantly more merchants on the official road, and the north, south, east and west brought a raft of letters to send their thoughts.

The capital, located in the north of the palace near the palace, has been abandoned for a long time, although it has been repaired, it is still difficult to hide a bit of desolation.

"Shiziye, Shiziye."

A servant galloped through the pavilions.

"The letter came. The letter came. ”

An old servant in the garden who was sweeping the fallen leaves turned his head when he heard the sound, and the servant had already rushed to the front of him.

"Dumb get out of the way." The servant said, raising his hand to push him away.

The old servant staggered a few steps and sat down on the dead leaves, but he was not sad, as if it was something funny, and grinned.

Zhou Chengzhen, who was sitting on a rockery and was constantly kicking the stone down, turned his head and looked at the approaching servant, his face was cold and angry. A bit of uninhibited laughter resurfaced.

"Did she really write back to me?" He asked.

The attendant climbed up panting and pulled out a letter.

"That's what the prince explained, how can it be done." He said with a grin.

Zhou Chengzhen laughed.

"Reward!" He said.

The servant smiled and kowtowed in thanks. Reaching out to open the letter, Zhou Chengzhen snatched it away.

"I'll see for myself." He said.

"Shizi." The servant shouted nervously, "Still." Let's read it to you, Miss Roujia is a member of the Xie family after all. Moreover, he has always had a dislike for the son. I've heard that those witches will cast a curse or something, just in case ....... ”

Zhou Chengzhen smiled.

"She won't hurt me." He said, opening the letter without the slightest hesitation, but he was stunned.

A blank piece of paper, not a word.

Wordless?

"Maybe I was forced to write a reply and didn't want to, so so—" The attendant said.

"That's fine, it's her letterhead." Zhou Chengzhen smiled, held up the letter, and looked at the tossing marks on it, "What about the letter paper she folded with her own hands." ”

The letter paper creases against the sunlight, and the traces are faintly red.

Zhou Chengzhen sighed, frowned and looked over.

The creases seemed to be getting more and more, the lines were twisting and turning, white and red in the daylight, and something seemed to seep out.

Zhou Chengzhen couldn't help but get closer, and suddenly a tiger roar sounded in his ears, and a tiger head slammed over from the paper.

Zhou Chengzhen sighed, and his hand was subconsciously raised.

The tiger's roar disappeared, and the tiger's head turned into nothingness.

In its place was the exclamation of the minions.

"Lord Shizi!"

Zhou Chengzhen seemed to regret it again the moment he raised his hand, and the person fell backwards with the letter, but the servant moved quickly, and hugged his leg and lay on the ground.

Zhou Chengzhen was already hanging on the rockery with half of her body, and she pinched the piece of paper firmly in her hand.

He hung upside down and pointed the letter at daylight again.

"What is this?" He said, "Draw a talisman? ”

The creases on the letter were still there, and there were light red spots all over the place, but there were no more tiger heads.

"It's fun, it's fun." Zhou Chengzhen laughed and slapped the letter paper on her face, "My daughter-in-law is amazing!" ”

Listening to the laughter, the servants standing in the distance all looked over.

"Did the prince receive the letter?"

"It's time to be happy, it's the first time the prince has received a letter."

Everyone laughed and talked, but soon the discussion was interrupted by the sprinkling of brush-brush-brush.

The old servant swept over with a broom, causing everyone to avoid it.

"Dumb, what are you talking about?"

"He couldn't hear it again."

"Can't hear or see? It's..."

Everyone complained, but the mute old servant really couldn't hear or look at all, still waving a broom, and everyone had to disperse.

At this time, Zhou Chengzhen was not the only one who had a letter.

Twenty miles away from the capital, the Xie family's house is also lively.

"Here comes a letter from home."

Voices came from outside, and they became a little noisy.

Xie Yao leaned against the window and looked out.

"Huihui, there's a letter here." She said.

"Come on, there's no us anyway." Xie Rouhui said.

"Megumii, I mean the letter from home, will it be bad for us." Xie Yao came over and whispered.

Xie Rouhui's hand grinding ink stopped.

"If I'm not mistaken, the family letter must have told me that if I can't enter the palace on the princess's birthday, then we will die." She said.

Xie Yao's body slumped and sat down.

"What then? The princess didn't have any news, you also said it, she hates the second miss, and you can't say that you are the eldest miss, so why would she invite you into the palace? She said in a trembling voice.

What to do? There is no way out, there is no solution.

Xie Rouhui bit her lower lip and squeezed the ink stone in her hand.

"I'll write another letter." She said.

"However, your letter can't say that you are Huihui, let alone that it is handed in in the name of the second lady, and the princess will not read it." Xie Yao said hurriedly.

"I'm not writing to the princess." Xie Rouhui said.

Xie Yao was stunned.

"Not for the princess? To whom is that? Did it work? She asked hurriedly.

"The princess is not the only one who hates the second miss." Xie Rouhui said, "There is another one in this capital. ”

There is one more who hates the second miss?

"But, since I also hate the second miss, what's the use of writing a letter?" Xie Yao asked puzzled.

"The princess hates the second miss and can hide in the palace, but the person who hates the second miss has nowhere to hide." Xie Rouhui said, pressing the ink stone in her hand on the inkstone.

The collision of inkstone inkstones made a gurgling sound, which made people's eardrums numb. (To be continued......)