The corners of Qianyu's mouth twitched violently, and after a while, he nodded heavily.
However, after opening the memorial and reading the contents with a heavy and mortal heart, Qianyu discovered that Wen Ranran really did not lie to him.
After all, these things are either related to Wen Ranran or Jiang Yushu.
What's more important is that these excerpts account for almost four-fifths of the content... It's like no one else!
After a while, Qianyu was able to skillfully open the folding book and stamp it by himself. The four words "I understand" written in big red seal and ink ink were particularly conspicuous among the black and white words on the paper.
"Princess, why do you have to get a seal?" Qian Yu didn't understand.
"Because I can't imitate my husband's handwriting!" Wen Ranran said without raising her head as she looked at the remaining memorial.
Qianyu was stunned and even more strange, "But you carved it exactly the same!"
"Just because the carvings are the same doesn't mean the writing is accurate..." Wen Ranran sighed and looked at the remaining notes, "Perhaps those officials who don't often meet with saints can't see it, and neither can those Jiang family members.
Come out, but close ministers like Cheng Fenglou, Wan Guangsheng, and Xie Xiuyuan can definitely tell the difference... If the plan is leaked, wouldn't it be in vain?"
Wen Ranran said slyly.
"What about the rest?" Qianyu looked at the thick stack of memorials.
"What's left... I'll postpone what I can and what I can't. I'll think of a way. I'll practice calligraphy more these days!"
Wen Ranran rubbed her sore neck.
"I didn't notice it before. When I was helping Emperor Rongcheng read the book as a secretary, I wasn't so tired..."
Qianyu looked at Wen Ranran and stopped talking.
In the past, Wen Ranran was highly skilled in martial arts and had almost no physical discomfort. He was nicknamed "Iron Man" by them.
After all, people who practice martial arts have much more energy than ordinary people.
But... now the news of Wen Ranran's poisoning has spread throughout Xuanyi Pavilion.
Qianyu also knows a little bit about the inside story.
Wen Ranran is still the same Wen Ranran, but her energy in doing things is obviously not up to par...
Qianyu sighed, but didn't say anything.
Wen Ranran reviewed the paper without raising his head. Finally, his eyes rested on a paper from Northern Xinjiang.
No reason, just because the person signing this document is the current Minister of Border Affairs in Northern Xinjiang, the current General Huofeng, and my mother-in-law.
Winter is about to begin, and I had previously discussed with Xia Lishuang that there will definitely be big events happening in the Yan Kingdom in northern Xinjiang this year.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the front leg was mentioned, Tao Yuanyuan's back leg came directly.
Wen Ranran sighed, smiled bitterly, and finally considered her tone before replying a letter to Tao Yuanyuan.
After a while, I thought about it again, picked up the pen and wrote a letter in my own handwriting and sealed it.
"Qianyu, please find someone to send this letter. It should be hidden. It should be sent openly. But this secret letter should be sent secretly. It must not be discovered!"
Hearing this solemn expression, Qianyu knew that this matter was not trivial, and immediately said, "Yes!"
Wen Ranran watched the candles in the hall flicker and extinguish, and then looked at the skylight outside the window, which was obviously darkening.
The clouds covered the full moon, as if it was foreshadowing something.
Will a so-called palace change begin again this winter?
I don’t know if I can survive this winter...
As if he was announcing something, as soon as this thought arose, a sweet and fishy air suddenly surged up between his heart and lungs, and his internal organs began to feel pain as if they were being displaced.
Wen Ranran couldn't hold on anymore and vomited a mouthful of blood, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
Damn it, how could I forget? Today seems to be the fifteenth...
In the heart and lungs, strands of breath seemed to be constantly entwining, tightening, and finally tightening the skin and flesh, like a gangrene attached to the bone, and exuding an unspeakable itching feeling deep in the bones.
Wen Ranran almost fainted from the torture of this feeling.
In fact, she was about to faint. Qianyu's voice seemed to be extremely distant in her ears. Wen Ranran wanted to answer him, but she couldn't...