So, when the sun was rising and the morning glow was falling, Ling Wangfu gradually woke up, first of all, the grandmother in the kitchen cleaned up first, and came to the small courtyard of Ling Wangfu to ask for something to eat for breakfast.

She first raised her round palm and gently tapped the door a few times, but she didn't hear a response, so she went to the simple guest room of the remote soldier general far away to check whether it was the little prince who went to talk to the soldiers about business.

Running all the way, straight to which grandmother was out of breath, and finally arrived at the simple compound for the family soldiers to live in, only to find that the soldiers had just gotten up, and they were already very tired, plus Ling Xingyue had already ordered, there was no need to go over to ask for peace, if they didn't summon the message, they would rest by themselves, so several people also slept really lazy, until their stomachs were hungry, they got up to wash, and waited to go to the dining hall for breakfast.

When Mama asked if she had arrived in the Soldiers' Courtyard, Mama thought that if the little prince hadn't gone out early in the morning, he must have gone to the bamboo forest that he used to see every day.

So this grandmother had to walk with a thick body, and ran all the way to the door, and found that there was no figure of the little prince Ling Xingyue, and asked clearly, knowing that the little prince did not go out, let alone ask for a horse or carriage or anything, then it seems that there is only one place to go, that is, the green bamboo forest in the backyard.

But in this Spirit Bamboo Forest, Ling Xingyue had a very clear order, that is, in Ling Xingyue's bamboo forest, no one is absolutely allowed to step into the bamboo forest for half a step without being summoned, let alone half a step into Ling Xingyue's small courtyard without being summoned, at this time, the iron law, whoever dares to disobey it, will be driven out of the palace immediately, never hired, not to say, if it is repeated for the second time, he will be killed directly.

This grandmother gave her another ten guts, she would never dare to go to the bamboo forest to disturb the search, let alone enter Ling Xingyue's courtyard to search, when she knocked on the door just now, the anxiety was enough for him, and in addition, he heard that his little man did not dare to stand at the door of Ling Xingyue's courtyard easily, just stood quietly not far away, waiting for Ling Xingyue's orders, and did not dare to disturb wantonly, she was still quite self-aware of a kitchen mother, and turned around at will and panted towards the kitchen, Why don't you prepare the breakfast that the little prince likes to eat in the past, even if you prepare a few more, and then wait for the news, it will not be wrong.

Ling Xingyue took advantage of the breeze alone, the morning sun was new, the sun was soft, not dazzling, according to what she just thought, carefully and carefully, word by word, in a softer font to write a full piece of letter paper, and also warm but cunning in a corner of the poem just written:

"Mistaking old vinegar for ink, writing half of the raw paper is sour."

Now I couldn't understand what I mean, although it was a bit embarrassing to admit that I was jealous in this way, but now, Ling Xingyue couldn't care so much, since I wanted Situ to compete fairly and snatch Lan Keman back, I had to do it quickly, otherwise when I went back, I would be the first to be taken by that kid from Situ, and then Man'er would be happy with him, who originally thought he was his biological brother, then Ling Xingyue would regret it.

The scarlet color of the morning glow burst out along Ling Xingyue's cheeks, he thought of the three or two days that Lan Keman and himself in the jade cave had been together, and he didn't feel a little distracted, and when he came back to his senses again, he stroked the two words "Man'er" on the upper left side of the letterhead with one hand, and slowly twisted and stroked it, his eyes stared deeply at the name, as if he had drunk more than ten jars of peach blossom brew, and his expression was a little drunk.

Then sighed lightly, too breathed into the wind, the distant horizon occasionally flew low over the faint clouds, Ling Xingyue wore a jade kneaded brocade robe, covered with a light chrysanthemum wilderness-like gown across the threshold of the backyard, slowly floating, overflowing the uninhabited middle cross courtyard, and then passing through a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, before coming to the other courtyard where Leng Qingqiu lived, Ling Xingyue didn't understand why Steward Liu had to put such a secret matter in this east place close to the front yard, but these years of business should have his reason, Of course, the cold courtyard has not yet received its owner, and it is deserted, Ling Xingyue just glanced at it, and then left for the east courtyard, which is not very far from the front yard, and I saw a lot of birds flying in, busy.

Xing Lingyue walked into the courtyard, only to find out that Steward Liu's carefulness, this is actually the place where Lingwangfu raises flowers and birds, usually there are always some birds of various styles in the yard, the prince's mansion is kind-hearted, and often makes a lot of bird's nests for many birds in raising flowers and trees, and a lot of millet or sorghum and other simple bird food are placed next to each nest, so this place where the flower and plant nursery grove grows up is really very lively, and the birds fly around and look around, still chattering and noisy.

Ling Xingyue followed the whistle that Steward Liu told her, and blew it at all, and in a blink of an eye, she saw a rather ordinary-looking pigeon with a very common gray body flying over silently, but it was not like an ordinary pigeon all the time, "Coo, coo!" He just meekly landed not far from Ling Xingyue, and then fell on Ling Xingyue's shoulder with a look that was not afraid of people at all.

Seeing this, Ling Xingyue stuffed the thin soft matter that had already been folded finely into the small round bucket on the pigeon's leg, and said to herself:

"This little pigeon is indeed not ordinary, even not afraid of me, not afraid of my body of the spirit of the cat, fortunately I know that this pigeon is powerful, I heard Liu Steward said that they can fly with the size of the special paper, otherwise if I write this sprinkled a small page, the general pigeon really does not know whether it can fly up, this Liu Steward is also careful, even the special light paper has already been placed next to the bamboo forest and in my study, this Liu Steward's heart is really as careful as a hair!"

After Ling Xingyue finished thinking about it, she seemed to think of something again, stretched out her nails, and used her spiritual power to engrave a few extremely tiny small characters on the pigeon bamboo tube:

"This letter is straight and Lan Keman"

Ling Xingyue was deeply aware of Steward Liu's loyalty, if she wrote it like this, Steward Liu would never open it to look at the slightest, and would definitely directly hand over her letter that seemed to be just writing some ordinary words, but was actually begging for forgiveness, and handed it directly to Lan Keman.