Picked up the scissors on the table to cut the wick of the candle in half and cut the cloak in half, and when she saw a small piece of iron in the cloak, Nian Yingxi's eyes were cold.

If her memory is correct, this cloak was sent by the Sinan princess Yu Shulan, when there was lightning and thunder outside, Yu Shulan sent a cloak with iron pieces to her to wear at this time, if she didn't want to lead the thunder and lightning to the owner of this body, then she really didn't know how to explain this inexplicable iron piece.

No wonder she crossed over, and no wonder the owner of this body died suddenly, it turned out that the mastermind behind all this turned out to be Yu Shulan.

"Miss, there is only a little porridge left in the kitchen at this time." Qianqian walked in the door and placed a small bowl of leftover porridge on the table as she spoke.

Nian Yingxi, who was originally very hungry, had no appetite at all, pushed the porridge bowl on the table to the side, and ordered Qianqian, "Go and bring me a pen and paper." ”

Although Qianqian didn't know what her young lady wanted to do, she still obediently sent the brush and rice paper to her.

Nian Yingxi, who had learned calligraphy before, picked up the pen again after many years, and did not feel the slightest sense of rustiness, and after writing a few lines on the paper, she folded the rice paper into four and handed it over to Qianqian's hand, "You sent this letter to me overnight to the Sinan Palace, and personally handed it over to the hands of Princess Sinan, needless to say." ”

She is now looking forward to Yu Shulan's expression when she sees this letter, a person who should have died not only did not die, but declared war with her with a different attitude, I don't know how strong Yu Shulan's ability to bear is? Do you think it's haunted? Ha ha! Nian Yingxi felt much more comfortable, it was best to scare this Yu Shulan to death, and save her from doing it herself in the future.

Qianqian looked at the sky outside, stood in place and hesitated for a long time before slowly walking out of the room.

After Qianqian left, Nian Yingxi looked at the bowl of leftover porridge on the table, twisted her brows and began to pour it into her mouth, it was better than nothing, although it was left, there was no sour taste.

After hastily drinking and wrinkling, Nian Yingxi walked to the side of the bed and fell asleep, the so-called recuperation is actually very simple, and sleeping when you are full is the most direct way.

The dark night was full of coolness after the rain, and Qianqian walked alone on the quiet street, looking around nervously from time to time.

She didn't expect Nian Yingxi to wake up again as if she was a different person, although she was a little afraid of the current Nian Yingxi in her heart, but she was more happy than afraid, she thought, maybe if the previous Nian Yingxi had such momentum, she might not let everyone be bullied in the head.

A gust of wind blew mercilessly, Qianqian's small body was blown back three steps by the wind, and as soon as she let go of her hand, which was busy reaching out to support the wall, the letter paper that was held in her hand drifted away with the wind.

Looking at the letter paper that was already floating higher and higher, Qianqian stomped her feet in annoyance, how is this good? Presumably, the young lady should have written something very important in the letter, so she asked her to send it overnight, but now she has lost it.

on another street.

A delicate carriage was running along the silent road, when a cool wind blew, rolled up the curtain that covered the window, and floated in a square piece of rice paper.

A fair-skinned and slender finger gently picked up the seemingly inconspicuous rice paper, and the fingers flexibly stirred a few times, and the words hidden on the rice paper were exposed to the air.

Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looking at Yumen Pass.

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

Although the words on this paper are the willow leaves of the woman's house, they are strong and powerful, so that those who look at it can see at a glance the tenacity and unyielding heart of the woman who wrote the pen.

The person who read the letter did not throw the accidentally flying paper out again, but patiently folded it according to the original traces and put it into his own auspicious cloud trimmed wide sleeve.