"Can you communicate with Central Plains?" Wu Zheng pointed to Zhuan Feng in Luan Yin's hand.
"What's so weird about this?" Luan Yin looked at Wu Zheng with a silly look, and said with a smile: "If we, the emperor's Secret Die Division, can't even do this little thing, wouldn't it be true? Too waste?"
"That's good, that's good." Wu Zheng said happily: "I have a letter here, you can send it for me!"
"Send a letter? What do you regard as our Secret Division? Are you an inn?"
"Do me a favor! This letter is very important to me."
Luan Yin looked at Wu Zheng, hesitated, and said: "It's not impossible to send it, but what good is it for me? You know that using the manpower and material resources of Secret Die Division to send you the letter, this is a fake public aid to me! I can't do it if it's not good."
"Cantaloupe, a basket of cantaloupe." Wu Zheng stretched out a finger and said.
"Muskmelon!" Luan Yin held her finger in her fingers, looking at Wu Zheng blankly, as if she knew it was delicious, but she didn't know what it was.
"For melons and maltose, it's such a big one..." Wu Zheng gestured with his fingers: "The color is golden and sticky with sesame seeds. It tastes crisp, sweet and fragrant."
"Then how big is your basket?"
Luan Yin seemed to be a child, but in reality he was an old monster, and he was afraid that Wu Zheng would make her suffer by using his hands and feet on the basket.
Wu Zheng smiled and gestured: "At least ten melons of this size."
"Deal!" Luan Yin nodded in satisfaction.
"Lend me your paper and pen..."
Wu Zheng wrote a family letter to Seinfeld on the second floor of the tea house here. The family letter is very strange. Before picking up the pen, he always felt that he had a thousand words to say, but he didn’t know when he was picking up the pen to write. Where to write the pen.
Seeing that the sun is about to set, Wu Zheng's toilet paper is still half-character, but his heart is full of good memories of the two.
This feeling is painful and sweet, and the person who misses is far away, but at this moment he walks into his heart.
Going downstairs, the boring Luanyin who was waiting long ago looked at Wu Zheng with an unhappy expression: "Your letter has been written long enough. The sun is about to set, and I'm going to ask you Don’t use oil lamps! I didn’t expect you to come down by yourself. Let’s talk about it first. I promised to send you a letter or not a book. If you want me to send you a book, the price will be calculated separately."
Wu Zheng smiled slightly, and patted the written home letter on her head: "If you want to corrupt me, there is no door."
Luan Yin took the envelope off his head, feeling light and light, and looked at the setting sun. There were only two pieces of paper inside at most, and he couldn't help but said in doubt: "On these two pages you will need to write for a long time. Do you know how to write?"
"In the past few years, it should be a good day and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, let me tell anyone..."
"Huh! What are you talking about sour! Why don't I understand." Luan Yin rubbed his arms like goose bumps on the floor.
"Good poems, good poems! Doctor Wu is really talented..."
The people in the teahouse couldn't help but froze, but they looked back but didn't know when Murong Jing had already appeared at the door.
Not only him, but also a team of elite guards who would never leave him as long as he went out. When the people in the teahouse saw this posture, they rushed with fright, and in a blink of an eye they ran away cleanly.
Luan Yin took Xiao Qiao and Zawa upstairs, Murong Jing had no idea Luan Yin, she was just a little girl who couldn't distinguish between her chest and her back. Who would call her
When Zawa left, Murong Jing glanced casually.
"Master, why are you here?"
Murong Jing said: "I heard Sha Kun said that something went wrong in the palace. This king was worried about Doctor Wu's safety and went to the palace to look for you. However, he didn't expect that Doctor Wu would have tea here with the beautiful woman. This made the king easy to find."
"The prince had a wrong love. How could Wu take the prince's life and run for me personally?"
Murong Jing smiled and said: "If you say that others can't afford it, but Dr. Wu will definitely take it. Just the words Dr. Wu just chanted. This time this king is worthwhile."
"The prince is also a good poet?"
"I am ashamed to say that although this king is good at poetry, he does not have a talent like Dr. Wu! I wonder if this king is blessed to see the true meaning of this poem today?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said:... (End of this chapter)