Ji Ningyu: "......"

Ji Ningyu looked at her quite speechlessly, feeling that she was cold.

Sighing in his heart, he still asked, "Then when are you going to rob it?" ”

"Wait." The woman's thin lips, slightly pale, lifted slightly, but she did not continue.

Ji Ningyu waited for a long time and didn't wait, so she couldn't help but be a little depressed.

"You don't tell me anything." The young man pursed his lips, looking a little depressed, and seemed to be very aggrieved.

Hearing this, Feng Nineteen looked at him in surprise.

"It's not that I don't tell." Feng Jiu explained, "It's just that I'm not sure exactly when. ”

Ji Ningyu asked: "Then how can you be sure?" ”

got up and walked behind the desk, picked up the teapot and poured it on the inkstone, pinching the ink block with his white fingers and grinding it slowly, his every move was elegant and light.

Feng Nineteen said: "I need to find someone to confirm." ”

Ji Ningyu didn't know who she was looking for sure, but her intuition was not very comfortable, so she subconsciously walked over and stared.

In order not to make his behavior seem too abrupt, he reached out to take the ink block, grinded it for her, and then watched her ink on the white paper with burning eyes.

"Wei Xian, Zhan Xinjia."

Sure enough, it was him.

And without even a surname, Ji Ningyu felt a little sour.

But he still reminded: "If you send a letter, it's better to bring your surname to look formal." ”

Of course, if it was deliberately so, when he didn't say.

Feng 19 didn't change it, and while writing, he was typing the draft...... Well, in fact, just wrote a sentence, a question.

When I finished writing, I put down the brush and waited for it to dry, as if I didn't plan to continue writing.

Ji Ningyu looked a little confused.

"The last name is not wrong." Feng Nineteen Dao, Mu Wei Xian, her real name is Wei Xian, she turned her head to look at Ji Ningyu, "How much do you know about him?" ”

Ji Ningyu did not hesitate: "Scheming is deep." "Just pretend to be stupid, one pretending is twenty years, there are no flaws, and he is very good at calculating people, he can be called a conspirator.

Feng Jiu didn't deny this, in fact, she thought so: "What else? ”

Ji Ningyu thought about it, but unfortunately because of some unspeakable reasons, he was quite unhappy with Mu Weixian, so the words he came up with were not good.

No matter how stupid she was, she knew that she couldn't say it in front of her, so Ji Ningyu remained silent.

"He's really scheming." The sun was big, the air was dry, and the pen and ink were already dry, Feng Jiu closed the paper and said, "Being able to release me this time is obviously part of his plan." ”

"And the king of Yizhou......" chuckled, and Feng Nineteen said softly, "Guess where he is now?" ”

This 'he' is obviously not referring to the king of Yizhou.

Ji Ningyu didn't make a guess.

Feng Nineteen said: "Yizhou, he must be in Yizhou." ”

Ji Ningyu looked shocked.

Feng 19: "The king of Yizhou had an accident, and he couldn't get rid of it before, and after that, he couldn't get out of it. ”

There is a deep feud in the sea of blood, how could the Wei family really support another current emperor.

The letter had been stuffed into the envelope, and Feng Shijiu asked him, as if he was asking himself: "You say, Mu, no, Wei family, how is it?" What if it's in a tall position? ”

Ji Ningyu looked shocked, feeling as if she had heard some secret that she shouldn't know.

"This ......"

Seeing that Feng Nineteen had already turned around and went out, asking people to send the envelope out quickly, he still didn't slow down.

What does Feng Nineteen mean by that?

Mu Wei idle them...... It's not just as simple as taking refuge in the king of Yizhou?

Also, if this were the case, there would be no officers and soldiers going through.

At the end, he finally realized the most important thing: "You say, Mu Wei Xian is not surnamed Mu, but surnamed Wei?" ”

Ji Ningyu's voice trembled a little: "Which Wei?" ”

"Wei of the Wei Dynasty."

.

"Wei Xian."

Looking at the sharp two words on the letterhead, the young man smiled, and his eyes quickly softened.

If we talk about the previous habits, these two words are also quite close when they are pronounced.

Fingers caressed himself, as if he felt the appearance of the woman when she put down the pen, the young man looked at the handwriting on it, and suddenly smiled.

[Do you like war?] 】

He seemed to see through these words that the woman was reluctant, but for some reason, she decided to compromise like herself.

He certainly didn't like war.

Feng Jiu didn't like it either.

The person who has been trained as a killer since he was a child unexpectedly does not like to kill, and is even more willing to be ordinary, and has a simple and great desire to see the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment.

Is...... Lovely.

Grinding the pen, different from Feng Shijiu's few words, he wrote a few pieces of paper densely, and even the wrist that was written at the end was a little sore, so he put down the pen with a little regret.

Read through it to make sure there are no typos before sealing it with a letter paper.

The third messenger who got a thick bag of letters: ......

The third thin man's face was a little tangled, and he was finally afraid that this person had a different identity from himself, so he still didn't speak.

It was Wei Xian who spoke: "Are you the one who handed over to her personally?" ”

There is no premise, but the third child, who is one of the best in Wuyun Village, still understands it, and nods hesitantly.

Then I felt that the imposing young man's originally lazy gaze suddenly sharpened, and he became a little picky and a little disgusted.

The third: "......"

Hope I don't feel wrong.

Wei Xian: "How many people are there on your mountain?" ”

The old three-one.

Wei Xian was much more proficient than him, so naturally he wouldn't miss his reaction, so he said: "Don't be so vigilant, you can be sent by her, and you can be trusted by her, and you can be regarded as your own person." ”

Then dropped a bomb: "I am her husband, and in a certain relationship, you are also my subordinate." ”

The third child was successfully hit by a bomb, and although he was not dead, he was gray.

With a flickering figure, his face was full of shock: "How is it possible, our husband is obviously Ji Gongzi!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I felt cold all over my body, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck, feeling as if I was going to be slammed at any time, and I couldn't help but cry without tears.

Damn, I was infected by the boss, no, the second child was infected, and I didn't hold my mouth back.

"Ji Gongzi? Pressing the village husband? The young man's tone was light, and he seemed to have a faint smile, but his eyes were cold and terrifying.

The third child has seen too many people, but like this, it's really not ......

I couldn't help but bow my head and pretend to be dead.

Wei Xian's face was expressionless: "Tell me in detail." ”

Where did the third child dare to say it again, laughed, and put the letter in his arms: "Our boss must be waiting for me at home...... And your letter, I won't waste time, go first, you ...... Don't send it. ”

Wei Xian's face was expressionless, dressed in a white soft robe, and his body condensed with murderous aura, like a killing god.

The old three didn't look back, so they ran and got on their horses...... Of course it's not Xiao Huang, the boss's horse has a temper with the boss, and he is only allowed to feed, not allowed to ride.

Hurry up, two days later, arrive at Wuyun Village.

In Yizhou, the young man's face darkened for several days, and it was not until he received the next letter that he returned to normal.