Feng Ling looked at Nangong Silian who was leaving, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, turned around and took paper to grind in the study, and wrote this sentence with a fox brush dipped in thick ink: Everything is fine, it's just that the Seventh Prince has something to do with his master.

The paper strip is dry when the wind blows, Feng Zero rolls up the paper strip, blows out a whistle, a white pigeon flies in from the window, Feng Ling stuffs the paper into the bamboo tube at the feet of the white pigeon, and drops a drop of blood on the small cover of the bamboo tube, the bamboo tube and the bamboo tube cover are immediately tightly closed, Feng Zero releases the white pigeon, and the white pigeon flies out, but when the pigeon flies to a mountain, it is suddenly bitten to death by an eagle in the sky, and the bamboo tube falls into the mouth of the eagle, and the eagle continues to replace the white pigeon to want Nangong Zhao'an to fly to Fengcheng, where they are, Along the way, there were non-stop white doves and eagles taking over, knowing that Feng Zero's letter was conveyed to Nangong Zhaoan.

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Nangong Zhaoan was playing chess with Yun Bing in the courtyard, black and white were playing a game, Yun Bing looked at the chessboard, knew that he was losing the rhythm, smiled, and with a wave of his sleeves, the whole chess piece was disrupted.

"Bing'er, what are you doing here?"

"I lost, rather than being defeated by you in the end, it is better for me to regret my own chess."

"Huh." Nangong Zhaoan smiled and stretched out an arm, on which stood an eagle, and on the eagle's beak, it was biting a bamboo tube.

Nangong Zhaoan elegantly took down the bamboo tube in the eagle's mouth, a little holy power fluctuated, Nangong Zhaoan's fingers overflowed blood, and gently dripped on the lid of the bamboo tube, and the bamboo tube spread out by itself, and the note inside was displayed in front of the two of them.

Nangong Zhaoan took out the note and unfolded it, the words inside jumped into his eyes, after Nangong Zhaoan read the note, he showed the note to Yun Bing, and then immediately burned the note.

Yun Bing looked at the content of the note, and a question kept popping up in his heart: Nangong Silian, what's wrong with this product?

Nangong Zhaoan laughed and said, "It is estimated that the seventh brother was annoyed to death by his wife, right?" ”

"Who?"

"You forgot? The lord of Mingxiang. ”

"Oh~ is her? I really don't know how she's doing with Nangong Silian now~"

"I guess the seventh brother came to me this time, also for Mingxiang, right?"

"That's not your peach blossom debt? Your poor brother helped you carry it. ”

"Bing'er, you can't say that, don't you usually have a lot of peach blossoms?"

"Alas, my name is 'three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. There are more peach blossoms, and you can know how many men on the rivers and lakes are loved by girls~ This is the prophet of Chunjiang plumbing duck! ”

"Can Bing'er be one of the peach blossoms to have more love for my lovely bamboo?"

"Then it depends on the performance~"

"So I've been doing well lately, haven't I?"

"Yes, yes, but! Because you have been thinking too much lately, your bad intentions have increased, so your performance is very poor! ”

"What's wrong? What does this king do to his wife? ”

"Did I say I was your wife?" A certain woman looked at the sky, and I didn't say anything......