Looking at the man in black who appeared in front of him in an instant, Song glanced at it lightly and asked.

"That, let me ask, it's noon soon, why hasn't he come back yet?"

After hearing this, the secret guard said: "Miss Song, the third master left the city early in the morning for a temporary matter, and it may take three or five days to come back. ”

I left the city early in the morning, and it may take three to five days to come back.

“……”

At this moment, this sentence was echoing in Song Qing's mind, and it kept repeating, repeating, repeating.

Also repeat!

This, this is out of town?

After being silent for a long time, Song Qing couldn't help but hold back a sentence, "You mean, he went to do things again?" ”

After hearing this, the dark guard nodded in response, "Yes, Miss Song." ”

It's really Miss Song's words, it's too appropriate, and that's right, because the Lord is really going to do things again.

And if they don't make trouble, then it's not their master.

After getting an accurate answer, Song Qing was a little speechless for a while.

The big guy is really idle.

“……”

He's injured, right? And it's on the back, on the chest, it's all wounded, and it's so badly injured.

He was just wrapped in a bandage, and maybe the wound was still oozing blood. Now it's okay to cultivate at home, don't say a word, and go to work again.

"Hoo ......"

Song exhaled lightly.

At this time, her heart was holding her mouth very much, and she had a feeling that she couldn't go up or down.

In short, there is a feeling that I want to bring people back and beat them to death.

I was still worried that he would not be able to bear it because of his injury, but people didn't care about his injury at all, so he went to do things again.

Sure enough, it really can't be understood by ordinary people's thinking.

Feel? It's so infuriating!

Thinking of this, Song Qing complained angrily.

"I'm really foolish."

"This bastard? I shouldn't have worried about him. "Although Song Qing said arrogantly? But she knew she wouldn't have said that if she hadn't worried about him.

Now? Did he stick to his heart? It's hard to ignore it.

……

After listening to Song Qing's words, the secret guard standing on the side couldn't help but want to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Bastard?

Is this speaking of the Lord?

Miss Song is really the Lord's favorite? This even the Lord dared to scold.

No, perhaps, he didn't hear anything.

The dark guard unconsciously glanced at Song Qing, and saw that she was obviously worried? After thinking about it, he still opened his mouth to remind him.

"Miss Song, but there is something to bring to the Lord from your subordinates."

Bring a word?

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at the dark guard.

Nowadays, there are no mobile phones in ancient times, and it really takes some time to contact someone. Unlike modern times, whoever you want to contact can be done with a phone call, no matter how far away.

Song thought about it? He whispered, "Then you tell him to stay safe and come back early." ”

Speaking of this, Song Qing's face was a little hot. This feeling, how does it feel like a little daughter-in-law is waiting for her husband to come home.

How does it feel? It's really unbelievable.

The dark guard nodded respectfully after hearing this? "Yes? Subordinates, this is the person who passes the message. ”

Song chuckled and responded.

"Okay, that's troublesome."

The Dark Guard gave up.

"Then the subordinate retired." As he spoke, the dark guard dodged and disappeared with a 'whoosh'.

After the Dark Guard is gone? The courtyard was quiet again.

"Whew-"

A shallow wind in your ears? There was also the sound of leaves rustling.

Song Qing stood in place for a long time before he looked up at the sky.

"Or do you want to eat first? I'm hungry. ”

They are all dry rice people, and they are hungry if they don't eat a meal......

This night, after Song Qing took a hot bath, he lay on the bed in his middle coat and prepared to sleep.

In the room, the candle flame flickered, and the occasional sound of brushing teeth could be heard outside the window. From time to time, a breeze would gently blow in through the open window.

And Song Qing was lying on his side on the bed at this time, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his head.

Just when Song Qing was in a daze, there was a 'whoop' sound of flapping wings from the window not far away.

After that, Song Qing heard the 'cooing' of the pigeon.

"Goo-"

Hearing the voice, Song Qing subconsciously glanced at the window. With just a glance, Song Qing saw the white dove standing there at the window.

Maybe it was because Song Qing saw it, and the pigeon that was standing by the windowsill at this time tilted its head and glanced at Song Qing, and then 'cooed' twice.

Seeing that the pigeon was standing on the windowsill and had no intention of leaving, Song was stunned for a moment.

Afterglow glanced at the pigeon's leg.

Sure enough, there was something.

This is a carrier pigeon.

Or a letter to myself.

Not to mention, in addition to being on TV before, this is the first time Song Qing has seen a real carrier pigeon.

Of course, it's not that I haven't seen pigeons, but in the world where I live, pigeons are all raised and eaten, so now that I see pigeons that will send letters, Song Qing immediately came to the spirit.

Song Qing rolled over and got up from the bed, put on his shoes and walked towards the window.

The pigeon did not fly away when he saw her approaching, but tilted his head and barked at her.

That means, it's like saying hello.

Catching the carrier pigeon, Song Qing lowered his head and studied it, and then took off the letter paper in the tube on its leg.

After reaching out to put down the carrier pigeon, Song Qing reached out and opened the rolled letter paper to take a look.

"There's something going on, I'll be back in a few days."

This tone of cherishing words like gold, Song Qing knew who wrote it just by looking at it.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, because it is a traditional Chinese character, there are three words that Song Qing still doesn't know, so he can only guess. However, when the whole sentence is connected, Song Qing can basically understand it.

As the saying goes, seeing words is like seeing people, and it's really true. Because of seeing this word, Song Qing subconsciously appeared in his mind the cold and handsome face of the third master.

Looking at the words, Song lightly praised it sincerely.

"It's so well written."

"This writing is simply art."

No wonder in modern times, Zhao Chengxiang's calligraphy and paintings are sky-high, and they can only be seen in the National Museum.

is also a word, what the third master wrote is pleasing to the eye, and what she wrote herself is the legendary ghost painting talisman.

To be honest, after receiving his letter, Song Qing had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Third master, is he holding peace for himself? Although it was just a very simple sentence, Song Qing could feel that his heart was very hot and happy.

Looking down at the little white pigeon that was pecking at its feathers with its beak, Song Qing reached out and poked its head.

"You, wait for me."

Perhaps hearing Song Qing's words, the carrier pigeon tilted its head to look at her and cooed again.

"Goo-"

"You're really smart, and you deserve to be a professional."

In the following time, Song Qing took a pen and paper, sat quietly at the table and began to write a reply.

Time passed slowly, and more than ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye. At this time, there was already a lot of scrapped paper on the ground on Song Qing's table.

There are no exceptions on these papers, the size of the words is different, and the handwriting is crooked, not only that, but the words that can't be written, Song Qing directly wrote them in simplified Chinese.