Blade Blood slowly folded the letter, holding back the blood that was about to spurt out.
The princess is such a stupid goose!
Even though my heart is completely occupied by my master, I still don't always say what I mean!
It seems...
It's time for me to shine!
Thinking about it, Blade Blood smiled proudly and returned to his room.
The ink is ground and the paper weight is neatly completed.
According to Feng Shui's clear handwriting and strokes, I began to dance the brush on another piece of paper and started writing in a swipe.
After finishing writing, he carefully folded the letter, his brows and eyes full of excitement.
Hey hey hey, make up a letter!
I say second, no one dares to say first!
…
Thousands of miles away, Xuanchen Mandrill had just arranged his battle formation. He sat on the Taishi chair and took a sip of tea, which moistened his dry tongue.
"Plop la la... Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
A gray homing pigeon with plump wings and a cute and naive appearance fluttered into the tent and landed obediently on the table.
"Oh! Your Highness! Tantan flew back just now... Huh?"
Pei Gao opened the curtain anxiously and came in, and saw that his highness had already taken the letter from the pigeon's leg.
He came in a hurry, thinking that the naughty pigeon was flying around again.
Pei Gao stepped forward, held Tan Tan in his arms, and found that Xuanchen Mandrill had two mailboxes in his hands!
One letter is Blade Blood’s daily work report...
What about the other one?
Looking at His Highness, he also had a look of shock and confusion on his face.
Pei Gao glanced at several large baskets of pink warm jade beads piled beside the bed.
Quite enlightened: "Your Highness! This letter! Is it... from the princess? Why is it so wrinkled?"
Yuan Chen's eyes suddenly brightened, and he couldn't wait to take out the letter, which was as wrinkled as waste paper, and read it carefully.
Pei Guo held Tantan in his arms, stretched his neck and looked forward.
Visibly with the naked eye, His Highness's face turned crimson, then turned purple.
Pei Gao, who was standing aside, naturally did not know the content of the letter.
Hyun Chen Mandrill's heart was about to beat and smoke in his chest.
That little girl...
After more than half a month apart, unexpectedly...
To say such explicit love words?
Well, it seems that sending back blood is right!
This guy is quite serious, and he doesn't think about killing people all day long.
My little girl is finally enlightened...
A small theater with pink bubbles popping out of Hyun Chen Mandrill’s head:
[He was clothed in moonlight and returned in triumph with his army.
Under the city gate, people stand on tiptoe with their hands clasped, looking eagerly at Feng Shui Qing.
He dismounted and spread his arms.
She changed from walking quickly to running wildly while holding up her skirt.
They hugged each other tightly, and the little girl's eyes were filled with tears like ripples in a blue lake.
Looking at him lovingly...
"Azhi...I miss you so much!"
The soldiers surrounding him raised their swords to the sky.
The momentum is like a rainbow: "Get married! Get married! Get married!"]
Hyunchen Mandrill smiled foolishly: "Hey..."
…
"That devil! Bastard! Paranoid!!!"
Feng Shuiqing was holding a letter, and whether it was from embarrassment or anger, her little face turned rose red.
But Ren Xue squatted in the corner, holding his own ears, timid and guilty, and only dared to stare at the tips of his boots.
It turns out that there are still some details that need to be discussed when Feng Shuiqing remembered Fang Yongnan just now.
Therefore, I went to Xunbianxue to discuss a few words.
Seeing that the door was open, she walked directly into the house without thinking much.
I just happened to see the Blade Blood Thief smiling as he hugged a homing pigeon and tied a letter to its leg.
Feng Shuiqing loved birds since he was a child and learned that this pigeon was named "Tantan".
He even sighed and said that the devil was so stubborn that he chose such a straightforward and unpleasant name.
Suddenly, he noticed that the color of the letter he had just handed over to Renxue had changed, so he simply took it off and took a look.
The handwriting was indeed written by her, but the content took 1,800 twists.
The entire article describes her longing and attachment to the Demon King!
Even the signature was something she couldn't bear to look at...
"Your sweetheart Xiao Qingqing"
!!!
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He thought that the incident had been revealed, so it would be better to break it!
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the letter with his strong hands, stuffed it into the mailbox, grabbed the charcoal and threw it out.
Later, Ren Xue was afraid that Feng Shui Qing would drive him away, so he took the initiative to hand over the letters he had exchanged with Yuan Chen Mandrill.
She looked at the letter, except for some very few military information, and it all said that she should keep an eye on herself, especially the man who dazzled her eyes all day long.
No matter who you are! No matter what your identity is!
If there is even half a point beyond the thunder pool, there is a little bit of coveting.
Kill without mercy!
As a result, Feng Shui Qing was so embarrassed that he cursed.
The blade was bleeding, squatting in the corner, unable to explain anything.
Xiao Tiantian watched the fun and said in a mean voice: "Host! Hey hey hey, let me join in the fun and remind you to add 100 points of sweetness! This guy Yuan Chenzhi is really annoying...hehehehe...
"
"Ghost man! Control freak!"
Blade Xue squatted until his legs were numb. He took small steps forward, still holding his ears and said pitifully: "Princess... wuwuwu... don't drive me away... I was wrong...
If the master knows about this, he will have to pull out all my hair."
"Why……"
Feng Shui Qing holds his forehead, and he is almost heartbroken with sadness.
When I first agreed to the devil's marriage, I wanted to get my revenge and reconcile with him.
Looking at the current situation, if he mentions this matter in the future, he won't be able to chase me to the ends of the earth with a knife?
Xiao Tiantian smiled and said: "Host, you have him in your heart, and you are still thinking about getting married! I think you can't bear to leave him now! Hehehehe..."
Feng Shuiqing's face burned even more when he heard the sound of a "conspiracy" succeeding in his head.
He had no choice but to throw the letter aside and rest his chin in his hands.
"That's it, Blade Blood, don't imitate my letters in the future! Go to Fang's cloth shop to investigate and report back."
"Okay! Princess! You have a lot of little girl! Princess, you can hold a boat in your belly! You have a big heart..."
Feng Shuiqing clenched his fists: "Go quickly!!!"
"Hey, hey, hey... OK, OK."
Blade Blood scratched his head and trotted out of the house with a smile.
…
However, in just seven days, word spread throughout the imperial city that the new cloth sold by Fang's Cloth Shop was of fairy-like quality, bright and eye-catching.
For a time, the women in the city flocked to him and almost broke the threshold of Fang's cloth shop.
Even the well-informed ladies in the palace sent people out of the palace to buy them.
Money bills came in like snowflakes, and Fang Yongnan made a lot of money effortlessly.
Even if he delivered "fabrics" to Lin's house twice, he would almost have enough spare time to catch up with his usual three-month turnover.
It made him feel good and his confidence doubled.
After all this going on, I feel more confident about my concern for Miss Pianyi.
Do you think there is any woman in the world who doesn’t love money?
Especially for a rich man like him who has "quite the aura of a prince" and is wealthy.
Now, as long as you think about how to get rid of the "crazy" servant, beauty is still at your fingertips!
Once the conspiracy sprouted, it quickly took root. Fang Yongnan kept stroking the sample cloth that the girl in elegant clothes had held with his palm.
There was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of lust.
"Master, everything is ready!"
The confidant bowed into the room and whispered in Fang Yongnan's ear.
He raised his sparse eyebrows confidently, looked at the strong wind outside the house, and sighed that God was helping me!
Then, he took back his hand and stroked his chin: "How do you say that old saying? It's dark and murderous at night...the second half of the sentence..."
The man accompanying him hurriedly put on a flattering smile on his face, picked up the tea cup, lifted the lid, and handed it to Fang Yongnan, his eyes full of deceit.
"Go home Lord, the second part of the sentence is... when the wind is high and the fire is set." This chapter has been completed!