In the end, Bai Ying took advantage of Fu Nanqi to go to the apse to change clothes, took the white ribbon and the copied Danfang and fled.

When Fu Nanqi came out, he was holding the clothes stained by the ink in his hand, and he frowned, his expression was indistinguishable.

The little girl fled quickly, for fear that Fu Nanqi would ask her to take her dirty clothes back and wash them.

Silence returned to the empty temple.

Fu Nanqi let out a "heh", put the clothes on the table, and said lightly: "Wash it clean, and there is no damage to it." ”

After all...... It was the last garment she had ever made for him.

The shadow guard quietly took away the clothes, but did not leave.

"Your Highness......" he hesitated, "is it still a temptation this time?" ”

He's talking about white belt.

Fu Nanqi said lightly: "No." This time, the white ribbon was written with a potion, and only with a special method could the words be revealed. ”

He wouldn't do the same thing a second time.

That little girl can't write letters twice in three days, so there aren't many opportunities to send them out, and he can't waste them.

The shadow guard whispered, "I have done as you instructed, and everything is going well." ”

"What I want is foolproof."

"Yes!"

……

Bai Ying wrote the letter, stuffed it into an envelope with the white ribbon, and then handed it to Mama Shu.

Mama Shu never asked her why she wrote letters so quickly.

Bai Ying held a piece of candy in her hand, which was given to her by the grandmother who was waiting by the Queen Mother's side yesterday, and she peeled the candy paper and put the sugar in her mouth.

Sweetness quickly fills the taste buds, and Bai Ying stretches his brow.

Although Sister Qingfeng didn't ask who asked her to do it, Bai Ying still explained in the letter that she was a person who was kind to her.

Being able to transcribe a copy of the long-lost Danfang to her is indeed a blessing to her.

Not lying.

As for the rest, it is not safe to write it in the letter, Bai Ying thought, and when she sees Sister Qingfeng in the future, she will explain it in detail with her.

It was dark outside, and a cool breeze blew in through the half-open window.

Bai Ying moved a stool, climbed up, and closed the window with his little hands, closing it tightly.

After doing it, she gasped for breath, looked at the window again, and felt that next time she should find a bracket and press it tightly, so that it would not be blown away by the wind all the time.

Bai Ying sat on the bed and secretly opened the small book that Sister Qingfeng made for her, which was composed of a stack of white paper, sewn up in the corners, and customized into a booklet.

Bai Ying lay on the bed, biting the thin brush, the inkstone was placed in front of the pillow, she sharpened the ink, the brush was dipped in ink, thought carefully, and dropped the first word.

It is a simplified character that does not belong to this era.

She recorded some daily life in the form of a diary, and at the end of her routine, she put her mobile phone number, mobile phone password, bank card password, and password for the door of her home......

Even if she can't go back, she will always remember.

"Hey." Bai Ying couldn't help but think of Fu Nanqi's handsome face in her mind, and the more times she went to the cold palace, the more curious she was about his life experience and his experience.

Concubine Jing said: "You can't have any curiosity in this palace, curiosity is enough to kill a person. ”

Because of her words, Bai Ying has not inquired about Fu Nanqi so far.

Also because of his faint sympathy for Fu Nanqi, Bai Ying did not leave as soon as possible after copying it today, but instead talked to him about the things outside the cold palace.

People who are in darkness also yearn for the light outside, right?

His indifference, loneliness and bad temper are because he has lived alone in the cold palace for so many years, and the prosperity and wealth outside have nothing to do with him, and he is understandable to be like this now......

Bai Ying packed up her things, lay on the pillow, and put her little head on the back of her hands with her hands.

The lights had been extinguished by her, and in the darkness the little girl yawned.

Without thinking about it anymore, Bai Ying pulled on the quilt, turned over, and closed his eyes.