The food brought by the frightened rain happened to hear such a sentence.

He put the food box on the table and glanced up at Jiang Muyuan.

Jiang Muyuan smiled very gently, and that smile was not only on the lips and eyebrows, but also full of eyes, with a bit of surprise and surprise.

Shocking rain looked at Han Lei suspiciously, and while Jiang Muyuan was not paying attention, he lowered his voice and asked, "What is the surprise?" Miss Gu is not rude, he writes letters to others, and of course they will reply. ”

It should be said that the rain is 100% certain, and their lord must be waiting for this letter.

Han Lei's face did not change, and he replied lightly: "You can ask the master." ”

The corners of Jingyu's mouth twitched, he didn't have the courage to listen to the wind, he wouldn't ask Jiang Muyuan about these things, but he also agreed with what the wind said, Han Lei's temperament is difficult to please his daughter-in-law.

Jiang Muyuan naturally didn't know what the two relatives were communicating, he took the envelope and looked at it quietly for a while.

Like the one he sent, there was no name of the recipient, no payment of the sender, only a fire paint mark.

The letter was still a little thick in his hand, which made Jiang Muyuan curious about what Gu Yunjin was talking about.

However, he only took it for a while, and did not take it apart to see.

He read the other letterheads first, Gu Yunjin's one, he wanted to save it for the end, slowly, read it a few more times.

The letter of the eldest princess of Anyang was full of concern, her son traveled far away, even if Jiang Muyuan has often been away from Beijing in recent years, but for his mother, he is still not at ease.

It's not yet the age of nagging, but the repeated concern still fills the whole letter.

Loving mother and strict father, Jiang Shiyu rarely puts warm words on her lips, but she really cares about her son, and those words that have never been turned into words were written by the eldest princess and told Jiang Muyuan one by one.

Jiang Muyuan wanted to laugh when he looked at it, it was hard for him to imagine these words coming out of his father's mouth, but he understood that in fact, his father thought like that, he was just not good at expressing it in words.

The care of his parents, no matter how many times he hears it or sees it, he will not have the slightest impatience and anxiety, but will be warm and grateful.

How well his family treats him, Jiang Muyuan knows clearly.

Shou'an's letter was much more lively, talking about the interesting things in Beijing these days, and also about Gu Yunjin's visit to the Guogong Mansion that day.

Jiang Muyuan was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that Shou An would bring Gu Yunjin to the eldest princess like this, and he didn't know what she was thinking when she entered the Ningguo Mansion.

I'm afraid I didn't think much about it......

That little girl, unenlightened, obviously a shrewd, but a little dull, she trusted him, trusted him like a friend, but never thought about it elsewhere.

Thinking of this, Jiang Muyuan shook his head helplessly.

Seeing that Jiang Muyuan had been reading the letter, Jingyu had to clear his throat, pull back their master's attention, and said, "Master, let's eat first, don't get cold." ”

It's already autumn, and hot dishes and hot meals will soon get cold on the table.

Jiang Muyuan has been tired for the past two days, and it is almost the same to say that he is sleeping in the open air, he has indeed not eaten a good meal, thinking of the nagging of the eldest princess of Anyang in his heart, he also got up and sat down at the table, reading and listening to the letter of the wind while eating.

Listening to the wind and staying in the capital, Jiang Muyuan explained a lot of things to him, and at this moment he reported back one by one in the letter.

Later in the business, Tingfeng mentioned Gu Yunjin.

On that day, the matter on the second gate of the Ningguo Mansion, listening to the wind, wrote down the conversation between him and Gu Yunjin word for word.

He said that Miss Gu opened her mouth to ask her about her condition, how her health was, and when she would return to Beijing, and the concern between her eyebrows was clear, and she said that Miss Gu knew that her master had a letter to bring her, and she suddenly smiled.

Jiang Muyuan looked at it, the chopsticks in his hand stopped, and his eyes fell on those lines, repeatedly, and he couldn't move it at all.

As if he saw the flowers through the words of listening to the wind, he suddenly thought of him leaving Beijing to see her, Gu Yunjin carefully combed his makeup, and when he saw him, he smiled.

Isn't it better than flowers......

What makes people's hearts miss is that smile.

Jiang Muyuan put down the letter that listened to the wind, and he couldn't wait to get up, wanting to see the content of Gu Yunjin's letter.

He wanted to save it until the end, but he was attracted by the words "Tingfeng" and wanted to take it apart immediately.

After stabilizing his mind slightly, Jiang Muyuan finished his meal like a storm, let the shocking rain clean up, and after sitting back on the big case, he carefully disassembled the fire paint.

Taking out the letter, he saw Gu Yunjin's handwriting.

Jiang Muyuan has naturally seen the paper with "poetry and calligraphy in his belly", he likes Gu Yunjin's words very much, she is obviously a delicate and pretty little girl, but the words she writes are atmospheric and elegant.

The letter was extremely thick, and it seemed to have something in it.

The letter said that the house in Xilin Hutong was a story, and that she had gone to the Guogong Mansion......

The choice of words and sentences is not concise at all, but extremely casual, and there is a bit of a taste of writing wherever you want to go.

Compared with careful consideration word by word, Jiang Muyuan prefers Gu Yunjin's casualness, the little girl really trusts him, so she will talk to him and write letters so generously and freely.

Gu Yunjin also wrote about the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Whether it's bright or not, you can see for yourself."

This sentence is lively and intimate, which makes people's hearts soften all of a sudden.

Jiang Muyuan didn't know how to look at it until he opened the drawing paper.

The quiet Qiong Palace is spread on the top, the pavilions and pavilions, the jade rabbit and the laurel tree, the pen is not exquisite, but it seems to reflect the whole piece of bright moonlight.

She held the full moon of the night to him.

Just now the heart was soft, but now the heart is warm, as if I drank a whole pot of osmanthus wine, the aroma is overflowing, intoxicating.

Rubbing the scroll with his fingertips, along the lines, delicate and greasy, Jiang Muyuan painted for a long time, then leaned back on the back of the chair, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and laughed softly.

He could imagine Gu Yunjin's depiction of the moon, the back and the side face, which filled his heart without a trace of gap.

He told her that day that when he looked up, even if one was in the two lakes and the other was in the capital, they would see the same full moon.

But at this moment, Jiang Muyuan thought, the full moon was really different.

What she saw was not the same as what he saw.

And he wants to see the moonlight in her eyes, look with her, and draw with her.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, but it was just a letter, which had swept away the fatigue of the past few days.

Jiang Muyuan read the letterhead back and forth several times, and finally reluctantly put it down and put it away again.