"Letter?"

In the simple and simple "palace", Ying Kite held her cheeks and lay on the duck down bed with a curtain, her white and delicate bare feet swaying, and the white was a little dazzling.

"That's right."

Ying Kite nodded, and turned over weakly, the light brown skin under the white veil was soft and smooth. She stretched out her hand, opened her five fingers, shrunk into a small fist, and said with distress, "I want to write a letter." ”

"Then write it."

Flipping through the book of Biansheng in her hand, the former Queen Loulan raised her eyes and looked at the little girl on the side, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she teased: "Isn't it a high horse station without a Ming dynasty in our city, isn't it simple to send a letter?" Or does the little girl miss her lover and can't even write a letter when she misses it? ”

"I... I..."

Ying Yuan pursed her lips, a pair of smart eyes appeared cute shyness, she pulled the corners of the queen's clothes, and muttered in a low voice: "The queen has a bad heart." ”

"It's all said don't call me queen."

Stretched out her hand and pinched Ying Kite's nose dotingly, the queen smiled crookedly and said, "I'm your sister, Ying Yun, don't call it wrong next time." ”

"I'm over a thousand years old, and I'm still a sister."

Ying Kite muttered quietly, and then quickly buried her little head in the pillow and secretly observed her sister's reaction.

pinched Ying Kite's soft and smooth face, the woman was not annoyed, and asked with a smile: "Then your Ruyi Xiaolang Junsuke doesn't mind that you are also an old woman over a thousand years old?" ”

"I'm not old!"

Ying Kite was taken aback and hurriedly sat up, "I... I'm only twenty! Stiff, how can the age of stiffness count, I slept through. ”

"Okay, well, Xiao Yingkite's age doesn't count, I'm a thousand-year-old witch."

Putting the scroll aside, the woman stood up, twisted the pen and paper and put it on the table beside her, and said with a smile: "So, what letter do you want to write to your little Langjun?" ”

"What's my little Langjun."

Holding her hot cheeks, the girl's inadvertent coquettishness was beautiful. Looking at the paper and pen on the table, the girl was a little distressed and a little hesitant, and asked softly, "Wang, have you ever written a letter?" ”

"Of course I did."

Sitting on the wooden chair, the queen's eyebrows and eyes with her legs crossed were full of dignity and charm, she stretched her waist and said easily: "The letters that Loulan handed over to Qin Guo were all written by me, and the last letter to rebuke Qin II was also written by me, of course I wrote a letter." ”

"I'm not talking about that."

The girl bowed slightly, and her words were a little embarrassed: "I mean... Love letters. ”

"Little Win Kite."

With a sigh, the queen's gold-threaded robe was lifted, and the embroidered shoes that had been upturned fell to the ground. Looking at the winning kite tossing and turning on the bed, the queen asked helplessly: "Do you think I am a soul body qualified to fall in love with a human?" ”

"I can't even fall into the Yellow River."

After telling an inconsequential hell joke, the queen floated beside Ying Kite, looked at the other party who was a little dazed, sighed lightly, and then asked, "Little Ying Kite, do you want to go to the Central Plains?" ”

"Me?"

Ying Kite blinked, and didn't react for a while.

"Suppress the remnant soul, in fact, I can do it myself."

The queen gently stroked Ying Kite's long hair, and there was softness between her eyebrows: "You have paid too much for Loulan, I don't want you to be trapped here anymore, you should chase the existence you love." ”

"But..."

Ying Yuanxiu frowned slightly, she stared at the soul in front of her, and asked puzzledly: "Wang, you have also paid a thousand years for Loulan." ”

The queen froze.

"Little girl, always use my words against me."

After a long time, the queen smiled and shook her head a little helplessly. She stretched out her hand, gently stuffed the brush on the side into Ying Kite's hand, and said, "Then let my sister teach you how to write a letter that makes your little Langjun feel uncomfortable." ”

[See the letter like face]

[It has been twenty-nine days, three hours, and half a pillar of incense since the secret realm, and the time is too long, and even the yellow sand in the desert I have almost counted it clean. My sister always laughs at me for being a little resentful woman, and I think she is biased, because I don't complain, I just miss it! 】

[My sister said that everything in the dream is something that has been experienced, but I obviously hug you too little, and my fingertips do not intersect much, but I often meet you in my dreams, I am happy to see you, and I am stunned when I wake up from my dream. I'm annoyed that I can't always be by your side, and I look forward to every day because of my thoughts]

[In about six months, I will be able to rush to the Central Plains to see you. I bought honey and melons and fruits, and asked them to help me hide them in the ground, so that it would be sweeter after six months. I have bought a lot of silk and satin, and I hope you can choose clothes for me after we meet, so that I can go to the lively street market with you, and we can rely on each other in winter, after all, we need to be warmer]

[The letter paper is not long, but I feel that we have been separated for too long, and the time of getting together is far away. I carried a lot of Loulan's special food, as well as jade jewelry, along the tall carriage, hoping to give it to other friends by the hand. Joan of Arc has a gentle personality and is sincere, except that her Chinese attainments are a little beyond the ordinary, so I asked her to stay and help you. I hope to say hello to Zhuge Dao for me. If the son does not dislike it, please introduce the little girl to Sister Taoyao, and hope that when the spring flowers bloom after June, the sister can meet with Sister Taoyao to discuss the affairs of you and me]

[It's a little trivial to write, but the little girl is good at summarizing]

[I miss you, I miss you, I hope for you]

【Win Kite's handwriting】

"Purr, purr, purr."

After cleaning her teeth, Tang Guan spit out the water, she looked at Zhou Li, who was sitting on the chair and looked at the letter over and over again, and asked curiously, "You have this letter with you." ”

"Nope."

Zhou Li raised his head, the letter paper in his hand was flat and neat, without half a wrinkle, and he couldn't see the slightest loss. He folded the letter lightly, put it in the envelope, and put it into the space of the jade gourd, every movement was very gentle.

"What if something goes wrong? I've been asking Zhou Ji to keep this letter for me. ”

Zhou Li, who had lost a little immortal Qi because of the passing of objects, said.

"So, did you reply?"

Tang Guan seemed to remember something, and asked again curiously.

"Of course I did."

Zhou Li looked like he took it for granted, and Tang Guan was very suspicious.

"Are you sure that what you write can be understood by a normal person?"

Tang Wan was a little skeptical, after all, Zhou Li's experience during these days could not be said to be uneventful, but only stormy.

"Of course."

Nodding, Zhou Li said proudly: "The love is sincere, concise and powerful, concise and powerful!" ”

[See Shin An]

[I've been preparing for the past few days, preparing to throw the captured Burning Fox Demon into the teahouse, open a maid teahouse, and harvest the wallets of the Beiliang color batches]

[Except for this matter]

[I've been thinking about you]

Looking at the last sentence at the end of the letter, the corners of Ying Kite's mouth were slightly hooked. Then she reached out and kept the letter tightly and placed it in her beloved little treasure chest.

"That's not right."

The queen, who read the letter together, said that the letter shocked her 1,456 years: "What do you mean to throw the captured burning fox demon into the teahouse, open a maid teahouse, and harvest the wallets of the Beiliang color batches??? ”

"Hmmm..."

After thinking about it, Ying Yuan smiled: "It's not important. ”

"He misses me, and that's enough." (End of chapter)