"Can you communicate with the Central Plains?" Wu Zheng pointed to the seal in Luan Yin's hand.

"What's so strange about that?" Luan Yin looked at Wu Zheng like a fool and smiled: "We are the emperor's secret saucer division, if we can't even do this thing, wouldn't it be too wasteful?" ”

"That's good, that's good." Wu Zheng said happily: "I have a letter here, you can send it for me!" ”

"Send a letter? What are you doing with us? Coach? ”

"Do me a favor! This letter is important to me. ”

Luan Yin looked at Wu Zheng, hesitated and said, "It's not impossible to send it, but what good do I have?" You must know that using the manpower and material resources of the Secret Disc Division to send you a letter is a fake public benefit for me! I won't do it without any benefit. ”

"Melons, a basket of melons." Wu Zheng stretched out a finger and said.

"Melon!" Luan Yin held her fingers in her mouth and looked at Wu Zheng in a daze, as if she knew it was delicious, but she didn't know what it was.

"For melons, made of maltose, such a big ......" Wu Zheng gestured his fingers and said: "The color is golden and sticky with sesame seeds, and it tastes crisp, sweet and fragrant." ”

"And how big is your basket?"

Luan Yin looks like a child, but she is actually an old monster, and she is afraid that Wu Zheng will make her suffer by doing things on the basket.

Wu Zheng smiled and gestured with his hands: "There are at least ten melons of this size." ”

"Deal!" Luan Yin nodded with satisfaction.

"Lend me your pen and paper......"

Wu Zheng wrote a letter to Seinfeld on the second floor of the teahouse here, the family letter is very strange, before the pen is always felt that he has a thousand words to want, but when he is lifting the pen to write, he doesn't know where to put the pen.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Wu Zheng's handpaper was not half a word, but his heart was full of good memories of the two.

This feeling is both painful and sweet, and the person he loves is far away, but at this moment he walked into his heart.

Coming downstairs, Luan Yin, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at Wu Zheng with a distracted face and said: "You have been writing this letter for a long time, the sun is about to set, and I am ready to ask if you want an oil lamp!" I didn't expect you to come down on your own. Well, I've promised to send you a letter, not a book, and if you want me to send you a book, then the price will have to be calculated separately. ”

Wu Zheng smiled slightly, and slapped the written letter on her head: "If you want to slander me, there are no cherry blossoms in the door"

Luan Yin took the envelope off his head and felt light, and looked at the sunset, there were only two pieces of paper at most, and he couldn't help but wonder: "You can write half of these two pages?" Don't you know how to write? ”

"This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who are you ...... with?"

"Huh! What the hell are you sour! I don't understand. Luan Yin rubbed her arms like goosebumps on the ground.

"Good poetry, good poetry! Dr. Wu is really talented......"

The people in the teahouse couldn't help but be stunned, and when they looked back, they didn't know when Murong Jing had already appeared at the door.

Not only him, but also a team of Jingwei who would never leave him as long as he went out, the people in the teahouse saw this posture, and they were already frightened, and in the blink of an eye, they scattered and ran clean.

Luan Yin took Qiao and Zawa upstairs, Murong Jing had no idea, Luan Yin, she was just a girl who couldn't tell the difference between her chest and her back, who would call her?

When Zhava left, it was Murong Jing who glanced at it lightly.

"Lord Wang, why are you here?"

Murong Jing said: "I heard that something happened in the Shakun Palace, this king was worried about the safety of Dr. Wu and went to the palace to look for you, but I didn't expect Dr. Wu to drink tea here with a beauty, which made it easy for this king to find." ”

"The prince is in love by mistake, how can Wu take on the prince's life to run for me personally?"

Murong Jing said with a smile: "If you want others, you will definitely not be able to afford it, but you Doctor Wu will definitely be able to bear it, just what Doctor Wu just chanted, this king is worthy of this school this time."

"The prince is also a good poet?"

"I'm ashamed, although this king is a good poet, he doesn't have a talent like Dr. Wu! I don't know if this king can have ears to see the true face of this poem? ”

Wu Zheng smiled: "What's so difficult about this, since the prince wants to listen to Wu Mounian."

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who is it? ”

Listening to Wu Zheng's chanting, Murong Jing nodded again and again with such a drunken face, and finally opened his eyes and looked at Wu Zheng and said, "Can you see that Doctor Wu is homesick?" ”

"Wu Men has been out for more than two months, can you miss home?"

Murong Jing was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said, "Doctor Wu, don't worry, this king promises you that you and your lady will meet each other." ”

"Then Wu thanked the prince first."

Murong Jing waved his hand, indicating that this matter was not worth mentioning, and immediately said to Sha Kun, who was waiting outside: "Take this king's pen and paper." ”

Tao Yan, Xuan Pen, Hui ink, Xuan paper, all good things, simple and elegant, low-key and noble, put in the hands of Murong Jing, who has been in Rong Ma all his life, this thing is what he robbed and put here as a façade.

But looking at the inkstone, Wu Zheng knew that these things were really his, because the inkstone needs to be raised, just like the teapot in the hands of people who like to drink tea, if you don't raise it and don't know how to raise it, it will stink.

And although Murong Jing's Fang Tao Yan does not have the so-called pulp, it looks very fresh and as new, but when he sees the ink tray, he knows that he often grinds ink on it.

This made Wu Zheng not expect that this Murong Jing was still an elegant person in his bones.

Murong Jing didn't fake his hands on this kind of thing, he took an ink strip printed with orchids and polished the ink in three or two clicks, lifted the pen and skillfully dipped it in some ink, and the pen walked on the rice paper, and copied the poem "Yulin Bell" that Wu Zheng had just read down in two clicks.

His handwriting is very good-looking, in Wu Zheng's opinion, he has definitely reached everyone's level, without the momentum of iron hooks and silver strokes, but there is a hint of edge between the soft and round.

How? It's like a flaming red rose, the flower is beautiful but the flower has thorns, if you only see the beauty of the flower and don't pay attention to the thorns on the stem, then you just wait for the head to break the blood! Or you have to take your life.

"Good word! As far as the prince's hand, Wu is sighing to himself! Wu Zheng shouted.

What made Murong Jing the most proud was his handwriting, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard Wu Zheng praise him like this, it was really laughing because he was happy, but it was not polite.

"Dr. Wu praised it falsely." After Murong Jing looked at his words, he immediately said: "But the only thing this king can do in this life may be the only one who can handle it." What a pity! The two jars of good wine that Ye Dongcheng gave to the king were drunk by you and Shakun's dog things, otherwise at this time, good poems and good words are here, and there is good wine to help the fun, it will definitely be a great pleasure in life. ”

"There is no good wine, but the butter tea in this teahouse is very good, do you want to taste it?"

"I don't want to hide the name of this butter tea, but I haven't tasted it."

"Then the prince tastes it?"

Murong Jing nodded, and Long Eighteen, who had been waiting at the counter for a long time, immediately ordered someone to bring two bowls, but he was stopped as soon as he brought them up.

The prince's diet is not allowed to be sloppy, not to mention that now that a right king has died, Tuyuhun, the last remaining prince, is not too careful.

So after going through three security checks, these two bowls of butter tea were brought up by Shakunna.

Today's Tuyuhun is a multi-ethnic country, but it can be roughly divided into three categories, one is the Tubo people, the other is the Qiang people, and the other is the Han people like Murong Jing.

But after hundreds of years of mixed living, it is actually difficult to distinguish between these three types of people if you don't look at the clothing.

Take Murong Jing, his wife is a descendant of the Tubo people and Qiangrao, and his father is a descendant of the Tubo people and the Han Rao, there are actually many families like him in Tuyuhun, but there are not many people like him who still maintain some traditions of the Han people.

Murong Jing likes calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, and in Wu Zheng's opinion, he is really fighting hard to keep the blood of his ancestors in a certain sense.

Hybridization also has the advantage of hybridization, just like hybrid rice, it is not traditional rice that can be compared.

Therefore, Murong Jing is also a good hand in terms of fighting and force, but he is a prince who is both civil and military, and there is only one prince like him in the entire Tuyuhun.

If he didn't want to go to Songtsan and Suji's dragon chair to sit down, he wouldn't believe it if he killed Wu Zheng.

His wife couldn't get used to him and didn't like him, and now it didn't seem unreasonable.

And the way to eat butter tea with delicate pastries naturally became Murong Jing's favorite in his life after eating it once.

Many years later, when Murong Jing remembered that on an early autumn afternoon, the sunset sprinkled the last bit of afterglow from the windowsill, reflecting the entire teahouse red, and he and Wu Zheng sat in the sunset-like teahouse, eating exquisite dim sum with butter tea, and talking about poetry together.

This picture has also become the most beautiful and proud memory of his life.

Lao Shajin saw that Wu Zheng's eyes were knotted and dodged, and the eyes of people who did bad things were generally like this, and there was nothing strange about it.

Therefore, Wu Zheng didn't feel strange at all when he saw Sha Kun, Wu Zheng didn't seem to know what happened in the morning, and his attitude towards Sha Kun was still as warm and friendly as ever.

But the more Wu Zheng doesn't take the morning to heart like this, the more Sha Kun feels guilty, even if Wu Zheng just punches and kicks him and beats him firmly, it is better than when nothing has happened to him now!

Several of them wanted to explain to Wu Zheng, but because of Murong Jing's presence, he had no choice but to give up. 166 Reading Network