When Huo Youcai received the note from Sparrow, he thought it was a girl who sent him a love letter to Asukao.

When I opened it, there were a few words written crookedly on the note: Come to the Qianwang Mansion quickly.

Huo Youcai: "? ”

What to do in the Qianwang Mansion?

Didn't King Qianwang take his troops to Tongzhou to fight?

Who was the person who wrote to him?

"Twitter......" The sparrow barked at him twice, as if to remind him not to forget to go to the appointment, and flew away.

Only then did Huo Youcai recognize that this sparrow was the sparrow raised by King Qian, and he had also seen this sparrow around him on New Year's Day.

So, this letter was really sent from the Qianwang Mansion?

But who would have written it?

There was nothing to do today, Huo You thought about it, changed his clothes and took the little guy around him to the Qianwang Mansion.

The sparrow who returned from delivering the letter excitedly asked for credit on New Year's Day: "Master, I delivered the letter." ”

On New Year's Day, he pushed a fruit to the sparrow: "It's hard work." ”

"It's not hard." The sparrow landed on the table and happily pecked at the fruit.

New Year's Day squatted in a fluffy nest and looked out the window with a pair of small bean eyes.

The sparrow raised his head and said, "Master, it's going to snow again." ”

New Year's Day replied lightly: "Hmm." ”

The original book also mentions this continuous heavy snowfall.

It snowed heavily until February, and it was also snowing heavily on New Year's Day.

In ancient times, unlike modern times, there was heating and air conditioning in winter, and the dignitaries could burn charcoal pots, and there were also warm pavilions in the palace, but ordinary people could not afford charcoal at all, so winter was the most difficult season for the people.

One winter, many people froze to death.

really responded to the sentence that Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there were frozen bones on the road.

New Year's Day did not care about the righteousness of the world, but it really couldn't bear to let so many innocent people die in the cold winter.

So she asked Huo Youcai to come, not only to ask him to raise grain and send it to Tongzhou, but also to quickly hoard charcoal fire before everyone realized that the heavy snow would fall for several days in a row, and sell it to those dignitaries at a high price, and then exchange for food to give to the people.

New Year's Day was secretly planning in his heart, and at the same time, he and the sparrow moved all the rice paper to the table.

When Huo Youcai came to the door with a note, the old manager looked at the crooked handwriting on the note, his eyes flickered slightly, and he only hesitated for two seconds before inviting Huo Youcai into the palace.

"Manager Zhou, this letter is ......" Seeing that the old manager was like this, as if he knew who wrote the letter, Huo You couldn't help but wonder.

The old manager led the way in front, and said with a smile when he heard the words: "It was written by Xiao Yuanyuan." ”

"Madoka-chan?" Huo Youcai frowned, "You mean the little fat bird raised by the prince?" ”

"yes." The old manager smiled and did not change, "Xiao Yuanyuan is a smart bird, and he can write after only a few days of learning from the prince." ”

Huo Youcai: "?? ”

Did he hear him right?

Can a bird write?

"Manager Zhou, are you sure that King Qianwang raises birds?"

Not a goblin?

Manager Zhou's eyes narrowed with a smile and nodded: "Naturally, it's a bird." ”

Even if it is not a bird, it is necessary to make outsiders believe that their prince is raising a fat and greedy little pink bird.

Huo Youcai was even more confused, could it be that the birds raised by powerful people are smarter?

But...... Could a bird who can write be too smart?

On New Year's Day, he stayed in Xiao Changqi's yard on weekdays, but not anyone could go to King Qian's yard, so the boss took Huo Youcai to Qique Courtyard, and it happened that on New Year's Day, he was also playing with Sparrow in Qique Courtyard today.

"Madoka, your guest has arrived." The old manager pushed the door in, and the wrinkles on his face were all laughing.