Xun Jiu, who was in charge of delivering the letter to Yan Fengmian, looked sullen and walked into the study.

The carved windows of the study are open, and the window looks out onto a pond with lush green bamboos planted next to it. The light and shadow fell, and the interior was mottled.

Yan Fengmian sat by the window, holding a book and reading.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyes, saw Xun Jiu, and lifted his eyes, "What?" Looking down, he saw what he was holding in his hand before he smiled, "Who sent it?" ”

Xun Jiu was even more unhappy, and he didn't dare to disobey his master.

Bitter hatred said: "Su Fu sent it." ”

Who else could it be?

Isn't that the demon!

Yan Fengmian chuckled, "Take it." He put down the book in his hand, inexplicably, with some anticipation in his heart.

Ten Nine put down the letter.

Yan Fengmian smiled helplessly, "Xun Jiu, don't have so much prejudice against Miss Su, in fact, she is a very simple and kind person. ”

Simplicity? Kindness?

Why don't you believe a word?!

A simple woman will take the initiative to run after a man. And she has only known His Royal Highness for a long time, so she is rude to His Second Highness!

This is the most haunting place in the ninth month.

"Well, you'll find out later."

Yan Fengmian waved his hand and opened the letter first.

There is only a few jargon on it.

The brush words are wide open and closed, and the cursive writing is very arrogant.

Just like her own temperament.

It's-

How can any woman practice this kind of masculine font, she is also the first.

Yan Fengmian had a smile in his eyes, when he saw what was written on it.

His lips pursed, and his breathing suddenly shortened by two minutes.

Acquaintance with Jun Chu is like returning to an old friend.

The moon is new at the end of the world, and the morning and dusk are the most lovesick.

He clutched the paper and was silent for a long time.

Just as Xun Jiu asked with concern, "Your Highness, but what did Miss Su write excessively?" ”

In his eyes, Su Yan is a woman with no skin and no face, and she can't write anything too much.

Yan Fengmian shook his head, suddenly paused again, and nodded.

Xun Jiu: "......"

So is this excessive, or not excessive?

Then he saw Yan Fengmian, carefully folded the letter, and put it back into the envelope. I was going to save it seriously, so I shut up and didn't speak.

The wood carving was a delicate small box, and before it was opened, Xun Jiu thought it was filled with some strange things.

When Yan Fengmian took out the rough wood carving, the corners of Xun Jiu's mouth twitched.

"This doll ...... She couldn't have carved it herself, right? ”

Also—

It's ugly!

Yan Fengmian's eyes were deep, and the gentle light fell on his clear eyebrows, and he only felt that the years were quiet.

He rubbed the doll, and his pale and slender fingers held the doll in the palm of his hand, as if he had obtained some treasure.

……

After another two days, Su Yan didn't wait for Yan Fengmian's reply.

So he wrote another poem.

The moon shines back in the middle of the lake, the wild crane runs to the idle clouds, and I step into you.

Yan Fengmian received it, read it, and carefully folded the red earlobes into a delicate small box.

Still no response.

……

Su Yan was not angry, thinking of Yan Fengmian's shy and cute appearance in his mind.

It must have been a pale and clear face, suddenly dyed as red as the morning glow.

Warm and droopy eyes are even more dazed, with a little more moisture.

Well, when there are outsiders present, he must be very calm and reserved.

She thought and wrote again.

Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third color.

Yan Fengmian received a letter again, he searched for the poetry collections he had read, and it was certain that he had never seen such a form of existence.