Easily injured internally

Tongquan reported what he heard about the morning meeting to Bai Jiuxiao. Bai Jiuxiao leaned on the bedside and listened silently, his eyebrows light.

Something to be expected.

She was not at ease.

"Who will the emperor send to send Ning Qingzhou back to Sanglin?"

This is what she is more concerned about.

Due to internal and external troubles, it is not ruled out that someone might attack Ning Qingzhou at this time and blame the disaster on Da Zhao.

No, it is not ruled out.

It's very possible.

People in the court who are dissatisfied with her and the return of Ning Qingzhou may take action.

Other border countries hope to provoke a conflict between Zhao and Sang Lin. If the two countries fight, they will reap the benefits, and they may also take action.

Even Sang Lin himself did not rule out the possibility of taking action.

The situation in Sang Lin's court is also in dire straits, and someone may take advantage of this matter to achieve their desired purpose.

All in all, the risks are high.

"I haven't heard of this. I'll ask my subordinates later," Tongquan said.

"No," Bai Jiuxiao told him, "go tell Deputy Lu and ask him to go into the palace and tell the emperor to send a letter to Sang Lin, and ask Sang Lin to send someone to pick it up. Zhao is not responsible for delivering it."

The risk must be transferred, and Da Zhao does not need to bear it.

After Tongquan left, she slowly lay down again, extremely weak.

This gunpowder explosion impacted his internal organs, and he suffered from high fever for several days and was severely dehydrated. His roots were damaged, but he was able to recover.

*

At night, Bai Jiuxiao asked Tongquan to prepare a homing pigeon.

Tongquan brought one over, but she was not satisfied. Then he brought another one over, but she was still dissatisfied.

"If you want to fly a long distance, you can't be too thin, because you won't have enough physical strength, and you can't be too fat, because you won't be able to fly because you're too fat," Bai Jiuxiao said.

Tongquan had no choice but to go to the pigeon cage in the backyard to pick.

People in the house saw him running around with pigeons in his arms, and finally used a scale to weigh the pigeons.

After changing it countless times, Bai Jiuxiao was finally satisfied.

Pointing to a copper basin filled with water on the table in the room: "Give it a bath and wash off its feathers."

Tongquan: "."

Before the first meeting to deliver the message, the pigeons had to be bathed. They would have to experience wind, sun, rain, dew, frost and snow on the way anyway, so it would be useless to wash them clean.

But he did as his master commanded.

He bathed the pigeons while Bai Jiuxiao dipped his pen in ink and painted on the paper.

He washed the pigeon and waited beside it.

I can't understand what she is drawing at all.

After looking at it for a long time, he realized that what he was copying was a picture of plum blossoms on the tea can on the table.

Tongquan didn't know why she was copying this. Is this the content of Fei Ge's letter?

All he knew was that it was very hard for him, it was very hard to hold back his laughter, and it was very hard to manage his expressions.

Because the painting of the magpie looks like a chicken or a duck, it doesn’t look like a bird at all.

And the plum blossoms are painted quite literally, just like lumps of shit.

Although he knew that when the other princesses were playing chess, calligraphy, and painting in elementary school, she was crawling around in the training ground, learning swords, riding, and shooting. He had also seen her indescribable painting skills. It was the first time that she could paint so indescribably.

Probably sensing his hard work, Bai Jiuxiao raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh. If you hold it in, you will get internal injuries easily." Bai Jiuxiao said calmly with no expression on his face.

Tongquan: "No, why did the prince paint this?"

"Pass the flying pigeon."

Tongquan sweated: "I dare to ask you a question. Are you sure the other party can understand it?"

If he hadn't seen the tea can and seen her copying it, he wouldn't have been able to tell what the painting was, it was like a ghost drawing a talisman.

"As long as the other party can't understand it." Bai Jiuxiao put the pen on the inkstone, picked up the painting and looked at it, feeling very satisfied.

There will be more tonight~~
Chapter completed!