As soon as the door was opened, Mai Sui happily presented a letter of paper.

"Niangniang, the emperor has sent a letter!"

She smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into a slit.

Since the emperor left, the master has been in a state of mind, eating very little, and having no energy at all.

Now that I have received a letter from the emperor, the master should not be like this anymore.

Su Xi looked at the letterhead and didn't pick it up immediately, she was stunned for a moment.

He only left early yesterday morning, and the letter came so soon?

He hesitated for a moment before taking the letterhead from Mai Sui's hand.

She turned back to her room, closed the door, and sat down at the table to open the seal and take the letter out.

There was not much on the letter, just a few sentences.

The first sentence was to ask her if she had insomnia last night because she thought about him.

Su Xi's face turned red in an instant.

She looked up and looked around the room for a week, although she knew that there would be no such thing as remote monitoring in this era, but she still carefully checked every corner before she was slightly relieved.

I did have insomnia last night, but only she knew about it, not even Mai Sui.

And how does the dog man know?!

Incredible, incredible.

Moreover, insomnia is just because he is not suitable for changing places, not because he misses him, he is too self-inflicted.

The next sentence is a good and unsubtle expression of missing her.

In the end, he instructed her to keep in mind the five contents of the monarch's decree document, emphasizing that this letter must be replied to, and the reply letter cannot be perfunctory, and it is also invincible to take her back to the palace as a threat.

The letter contained only a few sentences, and did not mention anything about himself.

Su Xi couldn't get the slightest bit of information about him from the letter, except that he said that he missed her very much....

A few words at the pen made Su Xi's cheeks a little hotter - husband: Juncheng himself.

The vague words are like being teased by him in person, and the shyness is wanton.

Forced by his domineering dictatorship, she blushed and stubbornly wrote back.

I scratched my head for half an hour with a sad face, and I didn't write a word.

At this time, I found out that she was put in front of him with a big problem, don't believe it, he may really be able to do such a thing as not coming to pick her up.

Then, she became the first concubine of the Beiling royal family to be returned, and from then on, not only could she not raise her head, but her life was no longer bright.

But if you reply to him, what should you write about it?

This exam paper is too difficult, and the key is that you can't hand in the paper with zero marks.

It's perfunctory, he will definitely find a thorn to pick and choose not to forgive her.

After scratching her ears and cheeks for a long time, she finally searched her intestines and quoted an ancient poem of lovesickness.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the end of the Yangtze River.

Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

This water gentleman's heart is like my heart, and he will live up to his love.

Lifting the pen, the white paper and black words fell, and finally I breathed a sigh of relief.

When the book is used, I hate it less, but fortunately, I have such a drop of ink in my stomach.

After packing the reply, she entrusted it to the ears of wheat, and she gave it to the messenger to send it.

The letters sent by Ling Juncheng were all sent by special messengers, and they were sent through secret channels, so Su Xi had no way of knowing where his letters came from and where the letters she replied would be sent.

The ears of wheat returned in a short time.

After coming back, she told Su Xi with a smile that a stage was set up in the Qingfeng Building on Aimin Street to sing today, and she invited the world's famous actor Le Ji.

That character sings so well that it is even more difficult to listen to her sing a play than to ascend to the sky.