Zhao Xian'er stood up suddenly, startled the little maid Runyue, and put the water cup in front of her, "Girl, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhao Xian'er realized her gaffe and slowly sat down again, "It's nothing, oh yes, my glass hairpin can be retrieved?" ”

When she had just returned home, she ordered someone to redeem her, and she should have come back at this time.

Runyue sighed, "Girl, the slave was about to talk about this, and your glass hairpin was ransomed." ”

"What, who ransomed it?" Zhao Xian'er asked in some surprise, she clearly told the boss to ask her own people to pick it up before she could give it.

Runyue looked at her face and whispered, "Maybe it's King Chen, the shopkeeper said it, that person said it was your fiancé, and he robbed it." ”

Zhao Xian'er took a sip of tea, so to speak, that Yan Peng has always followed him, and the glazed hairpin is on him, and he hasn't leaked any news, let alone returned it to himself.

If it's an ordinary hairpin, forget it, this is the only relic left to her by her mother, and she must not lose it.

Zhao Xian'er asked Runyue to rest first, she sat behind the table, her hands on her cheeks, thinking seriously about something, Yan Peng colluded with foreign enemies to contain the heavy troops in the frontier, taking advantage of the emptiness in the court, he must have changed the sky of the Jin Dynasty.

This is a rebellion, Zhao Xian'er couldn't sit still anymore, she thought, her father must not have rested at this time, but when she went to her father's garden, she was very surprised, the house was dark, and she had to come back.

But the matter was urgent and could not be delayed, she picked up the red pen, wrote a line of juanxiu small characters, took out the carrier pigeon given by the eldest brother from the cage, tied the letter to the pigeon's leg, and let it go.

Seeing the white dove, flapping its wings and disappearing into the night, she was relieved.

But Zhao Xian'er never expected that as soon as this pigeon left the house, it was caught.

Chen's Palace.

Yan Peng lay lazily on the lying clouds, closed his eyes and recuperated, and a voice sounded outside the door, "Master." ”

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a young man with a sturdy posture came in, it was his guard Ji Chuan, "Master, as you expected, there is movement in the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

Only then did he untie the note from the pigeon's leg, offer it with both hands, Yan Yan took it, opened it and glanced at it in front of his eyes, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"Fifth Master, what did you say above?" Kikawa asked.

Yan Peng handed him the note, and after Ji Chuan read it, he put it on the fire and burned it, "This is written to the general ~ Jun Zhao Qi, and asked him to persuade the prince to try to return to Beijing." ”

Yan Peng sneered, Zhao Xian'er was in such a hurry to send the letter over, she must have heard something, and pretended not to know, this cunning little fox, but fighting with the master, it was still a little tender.

He got up, lifted the wolf's hair on the table, put down his pen and wrote a line of small words on the paper, and after drying it, "Tie this to the pigeon's leg." ”

"Yes." Ji Chuan glanced at it and said with a smile, "Fifth Master, you imitate the words of the fourth girl, it's really like." ”

As if he was touched by Ji Chuan's words, Yan Pan frowned lightly and motioned for Ji Chuan to go out.

When he was left alone in the room, Yan Peng took out a brocade box from the drawer, put it in the palm of his hand and stroked it for a long time before opening it, inside was a yellowed piece of paper, which looked a little old, and the handwriting on it was exactly the same as Zhao Xian'er's.

Yan Pan rubbed the words on it, his eyes flashed a little tangled, and then he became colder and colder, and his fingers trembled slightly, wanting to destroy the paper, but after all, he didn't, and put it back in the box.

He evoked a grim smile, Zhao Xian'er, you wait.

Zhao Xian'er, who was sitting at the table flipping through the book, suddenly felt a thrill, it was really strange, it was obviously summer, why was it a little cold, it was late, she still couldn't sleep, so she simply went out for a walk.

Outside, the moon was sparse, the dark clouds obscured the starlight, and she only heard a sound of trembling, and she looked up and saw a figure, struggling to crawl over the wall.