Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows: "Your 'cousin' sent you a letter, didn't you reply to him?"
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak, but looked at Zhu Feng cautiously.
She understood Zhu Feng's "narrow-mindedness" too well. Of course, she couldn't say this clearly, but at the beginning, she only said a few more words to Jian Ruocheng, but he was misunderstood by him, sent to prison, and almost died there.
Therefore, she tried to be careful in these aspects.
Don't mess with this narrow-minded man.
Moreover, if the matter involves Munch, it is no longer a matter of "narrow-mindedness". He is the emperor of the Tan Kingdom and the noble concubine of his own Yan Kingdom. contacts.
This time, Monk had already surprised her by sending this letter from Flying Pigeon.
What was even more surprising was that Zhu Feng actually asked her to write back.
This—couldn't be fishing for her.
Nan Yan looked at Zhu Feng and didn't speak for a long time.
But Zhu Feng looked at the pigeon on the table that kept cooing and pecking at the pastry crumbs, and said, "Your cousin, you came to greet you so heartily, but you didn't give him a word." back?"
"..."
Nan Yan thought for a while before softly saying: "Is it okay?"
"What's wrong?"
"However, if someone finds out, wouldn't this be a charge of liaison with foreign countries?"
"I'm watching personally, how can you fornicate foreign countries."
"Watching yourself?"
Nan Yan tilted her head and looked at him: "The emperor watched me write?"
Zhu Feng said: "You are so tired, you don't need to worry about it."
"Why?"
"I can write it for you."
"ah?"
Nan Yan's eyes widened in ignorance, and she saw Zhu Feng walk to the desk, directly took a pen and ink and a piece of paper, cut the paper into small pieces, then picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink.
Put pen to paper, two or three strokes, and it's done.
Nan Yan stretched her neck to see that there were only four words on it——
Very good, don't read it.
Nan Yan said: "That's it, that's it?"
Zhu Feng glanced at her: "No, how about it?"
"..."
"What else do you want to write?"
"..."
"After farewell, when we meet each other, how many times have our souls and dreams shared with you?"
Nan Yan was so choked that she almost coughed, and hurriedly waved her hands: "Damn, of course not."
However, looking at the few lonely words on that piece of paper, I thought, this is too simple, right
Although Monk's letter was only a few words, it was his proactive greeting, and probably to avoid suspicion, he didn't say anything else, and it was really a bit perfunctory to reply to him with these few words.
Zhu Feng said coldly: "That's it, that's enough."
After speaking, he rolled up the small piece of paper, reached out to grab the pigeon on the table, and stuffed the paper into the ankle ring.
Then, he said, "Come out with me and let the pigeons go."
"oh."
Nan Yan obediently followed him out of the room and came to the eaves.
Taking the pigeon from Zhu Feng's hand, Nan Yan gently stroked it, and then said, "Be careful all the way."
Then, raise your hands up.
The dove flapped its wings and immediately flew into the sky.
Late summer and autumn solstice.
The sky in the north is getting clearer and higher, and pigeons can be seen from far away.
Monk stood under the eaves.
As if the soul was blessed, from a distance, I saw that black dot in the sky, slowly getting closer and closer, and sure enough, it was the gray dove.
The pigeon circled overhead and landed at his feet.
Smiling, he leaned down, grabbed the pigeon, held it in his hand, turned around and walked back to his bedroom, just at this time, King Ari Silan of Nanli asked to see him.
As soon as he saw the pigeon in his hand, he immediately said, "Is it news from the west?"
"No, it's the south side."
"South?"
"Master Nanming County."
As soon as he heard that it was Nanyan, Ari Silan's face changed slightly.
He immediately said: "Has the emperor sent her a message?"
"Um."
"Uh, what did you say?"
"It's nothing." Monk's hand was white and soft, and he gently stroked the pigeon's back to calm it down. Then he took off the scroll from the ring on its foot and said, "It's just a greeting. Is she okay?"
"..."
"I am very worried about her appearance on the beacon tower."
"..."
"She should be pregnant, pregnant with Zhu Feng's child."
Azlan nodded silently.
Although they are all big men, they still understand this, especially seeing Zhu Feng's furious face at that time, as if he was about to tear up the people standing in front of him.
They, of course, understood a little bit.
It's just that they didn't expect that Nan Yan was actually pregnant and was taken captive to the country of Tan by them.
Along the way, such bumps—
Seeing that Monk unfolded the scroll, Arisilan hurriedly said, "How is it? Is she okay?"
Monk opened his eyes wide, looking at the words on it.
After a while, he burst out laughing.
Arisilan said: "What's wrong?"
While laughing, Monk handed him the scroll and said, "It seems that our cousin is in good condition. It's just that she is being controlled too strictly."
Arisilan took it over and looked at the simple, almost perfunctory words on it, and immediately frowned.
"This, is Nan Yan returning it to you?"
"Obviously not."
Monk said: "You also saw the situation of Nanyan that day. With her current situation, it is impossible to write such vigorous and powerful words; moreover, you can see that the handwriting is clearly murderous."
Azlan looked down again, indeed.
so-
"It's written by Emperor Yan's imperial pen."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Monk couldn't help laughing.
However, there was no smile in those slender, soft eyes.
After laughing, he put the small piece of paper aside, and then turned to Ari Silan: "King Nanli entered the palace today, what's the matter?"
Arisilan sighed: "Beili King has been making a lot of noise these days."
"..."
"Although he is back, his ambition is bigger than before."
Monk said, "Of course I know."
"..."
"This time, when we went to the Beacon Tower, we originally wanted to hide it from him, but we didn't expect that we would let him know because we thought it would be impossible to hide."
Ari Silan asked: "How did he know?"
"..."
"This time, even Master Mandu is on our side."
"Master Mandu is not on our side. He just wants to find out whether Si Nanyan is really Princess Tana's daughter. As for the others—perhaps, it depends on his future choices."
Monk thought for a while and said, "This incident reminded us that there are still many eyeliners in the palace that we haven't noticed. Be careful."
Azlan nodded.
He said: "By the way, what we prepared before, are we going to act?"