Nian Xia called Fu Dong to the middle room to do needlework, and Gu Yunjin sat alone in the second room and carefully dismantled the fire paint.

The envelope did not have the name of the recipient written on it, nor did it have the author's signature, except for the fire paint on the seal, which was clean.

When I opened it, there was a layer of envelopes inside, and there were words on it.

Jiang Muyuan's handwriting is upright and elegant, and every stroke is very good-looking, Gu Yunjin subconsciously made a pen with his fingertips, and copied a few words according to Jiang Muyuan's handwriting on the desktop, and then read the letter carefully.

The letter is written about what Jiang Muyuan saw and heard after he arrived at the two lakes.

He said that he had been to the two lakes and walked through two or three cities, although he was in a hurry, but he still knew some about the local situation, and this time he went, it was a earth-shaking change.

After the flood, Jiang Muyuan naturally did not describe it to Gu Yunjin in detail, what he wrote was ordinary things.

But it was precisely because of these ordinaries that Gu Yunjin's heart tightened.

How could the two lakes be ordinary after the disaster? It's just that he doesn't talk to her in detail, just like after Gu Yunqi came back, he only picked out interesting things in the camp to relieve their boredom, but never mentioned the cruelty of the battlefield.

This caution made Gu Yunjin sigh.

Why don't you write a letter......

In addition to the disaster, he also mentioned his own condition.

He said that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he looked at the moon in Jingzhou Mansion, and the clouds were a little thick that day, and the moon was round, but the moonlight was not clear enough, which was quite regrettable.

He also said that he didn't know if it was sunny in Beijing that day, and whether the moonlight was bright at night, and when he came back, he asked Gu Yunjin to tell him.

Gu Yunjin pinched the letter paper, looked at it, and didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Wait for him to come back and tell him?

Although she should have done it at the time, she didn't want to do it now.

The night was dark, today was the summer vigil, Gu Yunjin sent Fudong back to the house to rest, so he moved the oil lamp to the big case, poured water and ink.

Nian Xia took the ink from her hand, although her hand did not stop, she said: "It's so dark, girl watch out for her eyes, why don't you get up tomorrow and write again?" ”

"Write Fudong tomorrow?" Gu Yunjin smiled and said, "It's not just that I am afraid of her, Han Lei is escorting the Taoist chief back, I think he won't stay in the capital for two or three days and will go back, I write it now, you give it to Aunt Jia early tomorrow morning, and she should listen to the wind earlier, so as not to miss it, then it will be written in vain." ”

Li is such a reason, Nian Xia will not say more.

The fragrance of ink gradually became stronger, but Gu Yunjin carried the pen but did not fall.

The idea that was quite clear just now suddenly became chaotic at this moment, so that she didn't know where to start, so she could only hesitate and hesitate.

She took a deep breath, since there were so many things she wanted to say, why don't you just say everything.

Let's talk about the house first, she went to see it with her sister-in-law, and she still liked it very much, just waiting for the aunt and aunt to arrive, and they will make up their minds.

Besides, the story she told him earlier was new, and she followed the part she had said before, put the new progress on paper, and told him a story.

She also said that today she went to the Ningguo Mansion, and listened to Shou'an Xianbao generally say that the room "sent by my brother" good things, and the house of the eldest princess of Anyang was lively and lively playing leaf cards, and it could be seen that the eldest princess was all right......

After saying that, Gu Yunjin mentioned the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There are only a few words in this paragraph, and she wrote: Jiaojie is not bright, you can see for yourself.

Gu Yunjin put down the pen, smiled with his cheeks, and then got up and took down a book from the shelf, opened one of the pages, and there was a folded paper in it.

The paper was spread out, and it was the bright moon that she had painted on the window that night.

At that time, I was afraid that after a few months, I couldn't remember what the Moon Palace was like on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't want to use it now.

She looked at it carefully for a while, then folded it again, and put it in the envelope with the letter she had just written, and stamped it with a fire paint seal.

Nian Xia smiled and said, "That slave will send it to the eldest lady of the Jia family early tomorrow morning." ”

After a night, the news of Yan Qingzhen's arrival in Beijing has spread in the streets and alleys, and the people are talking about it.

Some people say that if a real person is found, with the guidance of a real person, those natural and man-made disasters finally have a way to resolve them.

Some people also say that no matter how capable a real person is, he is just a Taoist, not an immortal, and the things he can point out are limited.

The two sides come and go, and no one can convince anyone.

In the imperial study, the saint pursed his lips and looked straight at Yan Qingzhen.

The real person stood as straight as a pine, as if he didn't mind the sight of the saint at all, he was single behind his back, quite a bit of fairy wind bones.

The room was so quiet that it was audible that the needles were falling, and the attendants were even careful to breathe.

After a long time, the saint moved his eyes: "According to the real person's opinion, where should the Heart Cultivation Palace be built?" ”

Don't ask about the inexplicable fire, don't ask about the fallen Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and don't ask about the floods of the two lakes, the first thing the saint asked was the Heart Nourishing Palace.

Yan Qingzhen did not have the slightest surprise, he once talked about the Heart Cultivation Palace, he was driven out of the capital by the Shengshang, and now the Shengshang had to summon him back, the Heart Cultivation Palace is bound to be a thorn in the heart of the Shengshang, if you don't explain it, how can you get by?

The real person chuckled, and instead of answering, he asked, "Why did the Holy Lord build the Heart Cultivation Palace?" ”

The saint raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Silver, built with wood, bricks and mud, how can you listen to the tone of a real person, and what you want to say afterwards will make my back cold?" Real people, don't say anything about building with boys and girls, I don't have the guts. ”

Yan Qingzhen's expression did not change at all, as if he hadn't heard the words of the saint that seemed to be joking and warning, and he said, "Where did the silver come from? Is there any money in the treasury for the Holy One to build a palace to nourish the heart? ”

As soon as the words fell, a sharp light flashed in the saint's eyes, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who told you about the state of the treasury?" ”

"Poor Dao has seen the condition of the Heart Cultivation Palace on the top of the West Mountain, and the materials are extremely unelegant," Yan Qingzhen replied generously, "With the importance that the Holy Lord attaches to the noble concubine Niangniang, the officials who built it do not dare to do a good job under the nose of the Holy Lord, and take the silver, so there is only one reason - the treasury has no money."

Poor Road has been away from Beijing for half a year, and has also walked a lot of places, and even walked in the area of the two lakes for two or three months. Since the embankment broke, the people of the imperial court rushed to the two lakes, and the disaster relief intentions were attentive, but they did not see how much silver was given up.

Disaster relief with money and disaster relief without money are two different things. ”

The corners of Shengshang's lips twitched, and he said, Yan Qingzhen was talking nonsense before, what is the good fortune of Concubine Yu that can't support the hundred-year-old incense under the West Mountain? This bull's nose just saw that there was a problem with the materials of the Heart Cultivation Palace, and he poured dirty water on Concubine Yu Guifei when he opened his mouth.