Lan Jing'an's eyes finally began to gather a smile, and he fully explained his plan to Jiang Yutang: "You also know about General Wang, when he arrives, set aside five days for the handover, and then we will leave." I will take Bi Luan, Feng Shen and a few guards to ride over. You are responsible for taking the others over in the car, and still let Siyun pretend to be me, and we will meet directly in Chenliu. ”

She paused, and then said, "I'll give you fifteen days, and you can be sure that you'll be there?" ”

From Jiangling to Chenliu to go thousands and five miles, Jiang Yutang estimated the speed of the carriage in his heart, although it was a little hard to travel a hundred miles a day, but it was definitely possible. It seems that the great secretary is going to go to Chenliu in advance to arrange, and as soon as they arrive, they will start fighting again. Jiang Yutang's solemn promise; "The lower officials will live up to the expectations of the great priest, and bring people to Chenliu within fifteen days."

Lan Jing'an nodded with relief. Speaking of business, Lan Jing'an also had to admit that Jiang Yutang could indeed make her feel at ease. She explained some other things to Jiang Yutang, and let him out.

It was about to rain, the sky was gloomy, and the hall was a little stuffy, Lan Jing'an pushed open the window to breathe. Looking at the low-hanging sky, I said in my heart, this rain is going to fall sooner or later. When Bi Luan came back, she saw Lan Jing'an leaning against the window in a daze, and she walked over and called out to wake her up from her contemplation.

Lan Jing'an saw Biluan coming back, and first asked her about Jiang Mingshu's situation. Bi Luan sighed: "Female official Jiang is a ruthless person. When the man left, he looked like he was lost and depressed, and I couldn't bear to look at it. However, he should not be seen again. ”

Lan Jing'an couldn't see joy or sorrow on his face, but just said "um". Bi Luan noticed that she had something on her mind, and couldn't help but ask her, "Girl, what do you have on your mind?" Wouldn't it be better to say it? ”

Lan Jing'an didn't answer the question, and asked Bi Luan an an irrelevant question: "It's the third day of April today, right?" Bi Luan wondered her question, but nodded and replied "yes".

Lan Jing'an was silent for a long time before he said, "You will find out all the things that Xie Weining sent in a while and wrap them up." When we leave, we will leave it to Mu Tu together. ”

Bi Luan was a little surprised how the girl suddenly remembered this, but she also knew that this was something that would have to be dealt with sooner or later. So far, she has some pity for the Xia Jiuhuang Prince. But what she is even more pitiful is her own girl, who can understand her difficulties when she is in such a situation, and she is in love?

After Bi Luan answered, she remembered those letters from the Nine Emperors of Xia, and she asked Lan Jing'an gently, "What about the letters?" ”

Lan Jing'an then remembered that Xie Weining's letter and Qingyun's brother's letter were locked up by her alone, and Biluan didn't have a key. She thought for a moment and said, "I'll deal with it later." I just ate a lot of refreshments, and I didn't eat dinner. Use it for yourselves. You bring me a brazier, and then bring the jar of wine. ”

Biluan wanted to persuade her, but she didn't know how to speak, maybe at this time, it would be better to let the girl be alone. She made a promise, went out and quickly brought in what Lan Jing'an wanted, and closed the door of the palace, except for herself in the hall, so that everyone else was far away.

Lan Jing'an calmly took out the box containing the letters, and she realized that he had sent her so many letters in the past few months.

It's been a month, and he should know what he's doing in Shangsi by now, right? I hope this news doesn't let him know today, even if it is delayed for another day. Lan Jingan suddenly laughed at himself again, what does it matter if he delays it or not? To this day, she is still pretentiously thinking about his birthday, what is going on.

Lan Jing'an sat on the side of the desk, grinding the ink, while thinking about what to write in the last letter left for him. She finally put down the pen, but she didn't pay attention and left the word Yanping.

Wasted, Lan Jing sighed silently, and unfortunately threw the paper in the brazier. brought another piece of paper, and was writing a few words of Xia Jiuhuangzi, but when she heard a rolling thunder outside, she shook her hand and scrapped another one.

After the thunder, the pouring rain finally fell. Lan Jing'an put down his pen and went to close the window, but for no reason remembered the time when he ran back to the wooden house in the heavy rain. At that time, he still had a handful of wild flowers in his arms, and in order to please her, he would rather drench himself than be beaten down by the heavy rain. Lan Jing'an smiled, such a shrewd person has also had a time when he was stupid, and no one would believe him if he said it.

Lan Jing'an sat back at the desk again, didn't write twice, and threw the illegible letter into the brazier. She went back and forth, scrapping seven or eight pieces of paper, but she didn't even write half a page. Lan Jing'an irritably pushed the pen and ink aside, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all. After the cold wine was down, she felt better, so she filled herself with another glass.

Lan Jing'an easily opened an old letter from Xie Weining, and the thick letter was full of his bits and pieces in the southwest. The customs of the Dian people, flowers, birds, fish and insects, there is nothing he does not write. Lan Jing'an still remembered that when she first read his letter, she secretly laughed at him in her heart, what a verbose person. But now she realized that no matter how long the letter was, she had unconsciously memorized everything in the letter.

Lan Jing'an touched the white jade fox on her chest, and finally put the old letter in her right hand on the brazier, as soon as she let go, the thick pages could quickly turn into ashes, and no longer bother her. But her hand just hung there, neither letting go nor withdrawing.

There was a crackle in the brazier, a small piece of wood was burned, and a few sparks splashed up and landed on the back of Lan Jing'an's right hand. She couldn't bear the pain, and instinctively let go, but couldn't help but reach out her left hand to grab the scattered letterheads. No matter how fast she moved, she only grabbed a page, and the other letterheads burned when they saw the fire, where could they be saved.

Lan Jing'an stared blankly at the cluster of flames scurrying for a moment, and then returned to normal, leaving nothing but a little more black ash. As if angry, she threw the page of the letter that she had managed to grab out in her left hand into the fire, and without looking at it, she turned her head and drank the wine in the glass again.

Outside the hall, Biluan listened to the pouring rain falling along the high roof, but the hall was quiet as if there was no one at all. Biluan counts the days, there are still more than ten days, right? Ten days later, Jiangling can only be another memory, like Xiangyang, like the southwest, this is her life, but also her choice.

When the lantern was in hand, Bi Luan called Lan Jing'an several times outside the hall, but no one answered. Bi Luan gently pushed the door in. I saw Lan Jing'an lying next to the desk, already asleep. There was not a single fire in the remaining basin of ashes at her feet. Bi Luan shook her head, half-dragged the unconscious Lan Jing'an back to the bed, and began to clean up the things on the case.

Bi Luan saw that the originally thick stack of paper on the case was now much thinner. But there was only one piece of Lan Jing'an's handwriting, which was falling on the edge of the brazier. There is a somewhat vague landscape map painted on the paper, and the small word Yanping is hidden in an inconspicuous corner.

Bi Luan sighed, and put together the old letters in the box for Lan Jing, but found that the letters from the ninth prince of Xia to the girl had been burned clean by her. At this moment, Bi Luan suddenly felt like crying. Without saying a word, she lit the brazier again, threw the water-stained painting into it, and watched it disappear like the previous letterhead.