Shangguan Jiyue had already turned over on the horse, and when she heard the words, she only felt that something was wrong, so she couldn't help frowning, turned her head and glanced at the smiling Huangfu Jin lightly, before beating the horse and leaving.

But this glance in the eyes of Huangfu Jin made him feel like honey and overjoyed.

It is said that the beauty looks back and smiles at Bai Meisheng, although his family's Yue'er is not smiling, but the heroic posture, and the appearance of Sai Ruo Bingxue makes him even more amazed.

He stood in front of the mansion gate, and did not slowly withdraw his gaze until the person and the rider disappeared from sight, and turned around and walked towards the mansion with brisk steps.

Shangguan Jiyue galloped all the way back to King Chen's mansion, turned over and dismounted, and went straight back to the study without stopping, and wrote a book by himself.

Feige stood aside, looking at Shangguan Jiyue's appearance of writing letters with bamboo sticks dipped in ink without a brush, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, thinking of Qiu Mingfei.

He remembered most clearly, although Qiu Mingfei was a dignified doctor, he didn't know how to use a brush, and used a bamboo stick as a pen. Now that the Shangguan girl is obviously handwriting with a brush and handwriting, why did she also learn to write letters with bamboo sticks in Qiuming?

Surprised in her heart, Shangguan Jiyue had already put down her pen, dried the ink of the written letter, and handed it into Feige's hand, with a heavy face: "Sex and fame are critical, pass the book to ask Shutian." ”

Feige looked down and saw that the handwriting on the letter was strangely shaped, the strokes were simple, and it looked like grass, he couldn't read the words on it for a while, and couldn't help but be a little confused: "This ...... Can this autumn doctor understand? ”

"Don't worry, he can definitely understand! I am only writing this to tell him that I am going to seek treatment from him, not your Highness, lest he deliberately delay the time and delay the illness after reading the letter. ”

Although Feige looked puzzled, seeing Shangguan Jiyue's confident expression, he didn't say anything more, rolled up the letter paper according to his words, stepped out of the door, and walked towards the pigeon room in the backyard.

A moment later, a white dove flew out of King Chen's mansion, rushed straight into the sky, and flew all the way south, until it gradually turned into a white dot and disappeared......

I thought it would take at least three days to receive Qiu Mingfei's reply, but I didn't expect that in the evening of the second day, she went to the prince's mansion to visit Shangguan Jiyang As soon as she returned to the mansion and walked into the mansion, Feige strode up to greet her, approached, and handed over a letterbox with both hands: "The letter is here!" ”

"So fast?!"

Feige nodded: "I just found out." ”

Shangguan Jiyue couldn't believe it, could it be that this ancient carrier pigeon was even faster than a modern airplane? Can you travel thousands of miles in one day and night?

Surprised, she took out a letter scroll from the bamboo tube and slowly unfolded it.

When the handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the letter paper fell into her eyes, she was obviously stunned, and then her heart beat faster, two red clouds flew on her cheeks, coughed lightly, looked at Feige and said: "This is written by him, not Qiuming." ”

"Your Highness?!"

Shangguan Jiyue nodded "um", then didn't say anything more, and went back to the house with the letter and closed the door.

Back in the house, Shangguan Jiyue spread the letter paper in her hand on the table and slowly flattened it, and looked carefully from the first word by word:

Yue'er.

Since parting, the heart is hard to give up. My heart is like a madness. Qingzhi's voice and smile hovered in his mind all the time, as if he had never left. However, Siqing is not seen every night, tossing and turning, and the night is as long as a year. When he thought of the pain, he got up and danced his sword in the middle of the night. Sweating profusely, he raised his head violently, and saw the bright moon in the sky, like a beautiful face.

I fell asleep last night, and I snuggled up to each other, softly talking. After waking up, there was only a lonely pillow, cold and warm on his side, and his single figure was only sad...... Only one book is repaired, and the brocade is sent in the clouds to comfort the pain of lovesickness. I hissed and rode farther away, and the dust continued, only hoping that everything would be fine and that I would return home as soon as possible.

When I saw this letter, I knew that my relatives were looking forward to replying. Even if I say a few words, I am ecstatic, and my heart is very relieved.........

The handwriting on the paper is dancing with dragons and phoenixes, the pen is strong and powerful, and there is a man's solemn atmosphere between the lines. Shangguan Jiyue could almost imagine Huangfu Chen's heroic and upright figure sitting in front of the bookcase, and his handsome appearance when he wrote this letter.

The content of the letter was even more sincere, which moved her inexplicably, and her whole heart was sour. It is really embarrassing for a cold and indifferent person like him who is so quiet and indifferent to write such a lovesick love letter with affection and tenderness and sweetness.

After reading it, Shangguan Jiyue carefully folded and folded the letter and put it into the cuffs. Then he laid out the paper and picked up the pen, and wrote: Jun is a relative, Qing is in his heart, and he has never dared to forget each other......

Under the warm yellow candlelight, the woman is plain and handy, and the pen is flowing. The beautiful face and snow skin are icy, the eyelashes are lightly drooping, and the words are not enough to be shy and sweet, tender and hard-hearted......

Five days later.

Qiu Mingfei, dressed as a traveling doctor, sat in front of Shangguan Jiyang's bed and bowed his head to check his pulse.

Shangguan Jiyue and Chu Tianyun stood on one side, looking at Qiu Mingfei with hopeful eyes. Huangfu Jin sat on the chair, his eyes stayed on Qiu Mingfei's body, the light at the bottom of his eyes was obscure, and he secretly guessed the identity of this young doctor.

Although Tyumen looks like a half-worn cloth dress, it is difficult to hide the elegant temperament around him. Even when he saw his dignified prince, he didn't pretend at all, and his attitude was silent, just said hello lightly, and he didn't even bow his hand. In any case, he didn't believe that this person was really just an unknown wandering doctor.

At this moment, Qiu Mingfei let go of Shangguan Jiyang's pale and thin wrist, and rolled up his sleeve to reveal a bloodless thin arm. After looking left and right, he stood up again, unbuttoned the shirt on his chest and examined it carefully, and then raised his head slightly and sighed, his face was remarkable.

"How is he?" Shangguan Jiyue asked anxiously.

"His situation must have been told to you by other doctors, his body is heavy and poisonous, his internal injuries have not healed, his body has been devoured by his essence and blood, and he will definitely not live for two months."

Hearing this, Chu Tianyun, who was standing beside him, couldn't stop tears dripping down his cheeks, and looked at the pale face who was already unconscious with painful eyes.

"What kind of poison is in him? Do you have a way to detoxify? Shangguan Jiyue frowned.

"He's not poisoned, so there's no cure."

Qiu Ming's faint words made all three people in the room startled, and they all looked at him in unison, with puzzled eyes in their eyes.

"Not poisoning?!"

"Yes."

"Is there really no way?" Shangguan Jiyue looked at Qiu Ming's heavy expression and asked suspiciously. She didn't believe that since he could see the cause of Shangguan Jiyang's illness, there was no way to save him.

Qiu Ming saw that the eyes of the three were fixed on his body, and he wanted to shake his wide sleeved robe, but when he raised his hand, he found that he was wearing a half-old narrow-sleeved coarse coat today, so he had to hang his hand again.

"What the hell is there to do about it?!" Shangguan Jiyue watched Qiu Mingfei's movements, and her tone suddenly became cold. When did he even be in the mood to sell a lawsuit!

Seeing this, Qiu Mingfei glanced around the room, and finally his eyes fell on Shangguan Jiyue's body, the voice was not loud or small, but it was just enough for everyone in the room to hear, and said slowly: "His situation is special, there are some things I want to say to you alone." ”

Huangfu Jin and Chu Tianyun naturally understood the meaning of Qiu Mingshuang's words, and when they heard this, they all retreated, and closed the door by the way before leaving.

"Tyumen Scarlet! Are you still finished? What happened to my second brother? Shangguan Jiyue asked in a low voice.