Chapter 107: The Last Light of Life

Xiao Yan said that this was really not possible.

"Well," he didn't want to reject Lu Qiniang's kindness, so after thinking for a moment, he said, "Haven't you been learning calligraphy recently? Write him a letter."

"Me?" Lu Qiniang pointed at her nose. "Don't joke with me. I just learned a few words. How can I write?"

"You can do it. Let's go--" Xiao Yan grabbed her hand and went into the house without saying anything.

"Hey, hey, hey, I can't, Xiao Yan, I can't." Lu Qiniang became shy when she mentioned this, and hugged the door frame and refused to go in.

She was so strong that Xiao Yan couldn't drag her away even if he wanted to. He could only smile helplessly and said, "I taught you to write last time, and you also held a pen. The first time is strange, the second time is familiar. This time will definitely be much better."

"No, I won't waste paper and ink."

But Xiao Yan insisted, "I can write well, but grandpa doesn't listen to me. When he saw my letter, he would definitely put it aside."

"Then will you listen to me?" Lu Qiniang expressed doubt.

"Yes. Grandpa likes you very much."

"Well, then I'll try?"

"Try."

So, Xiao Yan held Lu Qinniang's hand behind her and wrote the four words "Remember to take medicine" on a piece of paper.

"No, Xiao Yan, it's too ugly." Lu Qiniang felt it was too much to bear. "I told you I can't do it. You're just wasting things. Come on, write it."

"No, it's very well written." Xiao Yan smiled, "Think about it, is there anything else I need to say to Grandpa?"

"There's a lot I want to say. But if I'm going to write it down, I'll leave it at that. No, Xiao Yan, will this really work? Master Li will laugh his head off when he sees it later."

"That's also a happy thing."

"Okay, just coax me." Lu Qiniang looked at the four words.

She didn't know if it was because Xiao Yan's comfort worked, but she felt that it didn't seem so ugly anymore.

"Who should I ask to deliver the letter?" she asked again.

"Don't worry, I have arrangements."

Xiao Yan rolled the paper into thin strips, tied them to the little god's legs, and spoke a few words to it.

Then the little god flew into the sky and disappeared.

Lu Qinniang was stunned and said in shock, "The little god is so human? He can even deliver letters? Isn't that better than a human?"

"Not everyone can deliver it. I just happened to be familiar with Grandpa."

"It's familiar with people, but how does it know where your grandfather's house is?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

He couldn't say it was because the little god had been to the palace.

Telling a lie is something that not everyone can do.

"Mother, the little god is in heaven and can see much farther than we can." Daya, who was hanging clothes nearby, came to Xiao Yan's rescue. "It saw Master Li at home, so it recognized him."

"That's right!" Lu Qiniang said, "Look at my brain."

Xiao Yan smiled and said, "Just read more. Come on, I'll take you to write a few more words. You'll get better and better in the end."

Yun Ting: "Help! Is there anyone who can help me? I'm starving to death!"

"No." This is what Xiao Yan said.

"Then just starve to death, Qingjing." The one who gloated over his misfortune was Arya.

Lu Qi Niang: "I'll go make him something to eat."

"Mother, I'll be fine. I've finished washing the clothes. You and Father, go and study hard. It's better to read more."

Lu Qiniang inexplicably felt that Xiao Yan and Daya were coaxing her, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao, I want to eat braised pork." Yun Ting shouted in the house.

"You wish, sister, let's ignore him."

Daya whispered, "Do you want to hear him screaming all the time? I'll make something to eat and shut his mouth."

It's really annoying.

Daya just doesn't like to talk, not that she has no temper.

Every time Yun Ting left her speechless, she comforted herself by thinking of it as visiting her brother in advance.

So, Yun Ting received another bowl of noodles from Daya.

Yun Ting: "Hehe, it's delicious. But next time, don't make noodles. Zhao Zhao, you need to learn more cooking skills!"

"Sister, next time I'll feed the noodles to the dog instead of giving it to him!"

In the room, Xiao Yan held Lu Qiniang's hand and patiently taught her to write her name over and over again.

The word "abandon" was like a knife stabbing into Xiao Yan's heart.

Lu Qiniang was always grateful to her former parents-in-law whenever she mentioned them.

But if he really cared about her, why would he use this word to remind her all the time that she was homeless and could only rely on the Zhang family?

His heart is despicable.

There were actually signs that Zhang Heyao was fickle.

This family is selfish. They seem tolerant, but they are calculating to the core.

Xiao Yan really wanted to remind Lu Qiniang that he didn't want her to keep thinking about those two people and burn incense and paper for them on their birthdays and death anniversaries.

But on second thought, why bother?

Why should Lu Qiniang feel that she is not loved?

Let her feel that she is loved.

Lu Qiniang practiced over and over again, and finally she was able to write her name crookedly without Xiao Yan's help.

"Great!" She was very excited. "Xiao Yan, I can sign my name now. Let me tell you, when I used to go to operas and saw criminals who couldn't read and could only draw a circle as a signature, I thought, wouldn't this be easy to forge?"

She couldn't help but put herself in the situation.

Are you not afraid now?

She'll sign it!

She has her own handwriting, which is ugly but unique.

That kind of pride made Lu Qinniang seem to glow.

Xiao Yan looked at her tenderly and dotingly with a smile in his eyes.

She was still not slim, but in Xiao Yan's eyes, she was someone who made it impossible to take your eyes off her.

"Hey, next time I write to your grandpa, I can sign my name. When is the next time? How about tomorrow? Yes, tomorrow. I have to remind him every day, otherwise he will definitely not take his medicine. I can see that your grandpa is a stubborn old man."

The "stubborn old man" just received a "letter" from Lu Qinniang.

"Your Majesty, it was sent by the divine eagle. I was just outside giving instructions when I saw it swoop down, scaring the palace maids so much that they all fled in all directions. I was then scolded..."

Teng Wenfu now talks more unconsciously.

"Then I took a closer look and realized it was the little god. When the little god saw me, it flapped its wings. As I cautiously approached, I discovered the note tied to its leg."

"The word 'Qi Niang' is really ugly." The emperor laughed and was in a good mood.

He really didn't want to take medicine today.

Now that you have a last burst of light, don't make yourself suffer.

But now that he saw Lu Qinniang's letter, the emperor decided to have another meal.

I can't let her efforts go to waste.

After taking the medicine, the emperor began to feel sleepy again, even though it was not dark yet.

The emperor fell into a deep sleep again.

But perhaps because he went to bed early, he woke up when he went to court the next day, and then he lay on the bed looking at the curtains in a daze.

Teng Wenfu stepped forward cautiously and said, "Your Majesty, would you like to sleep a little longer? Yesterday, the Prime Minister, Lord Xu, conveyed your order to the other officials. Court will be adjourned today..."

The emperor thought that he felt that it was his last moment and he would not be able to see the sun today.

Who would have thought that this last burst of light would last a little longer?

I have to say, I am usually annoyed by those pigs, but now I think about it, if I have time, I have to take a look at each of them.

Even the pigs are raised by ourselves.

Otherwise, Lu Qiniang would have been obsessed with those pigs that were poisoned to death.

The pigs you raise yourself are the ones you have feelings for.

"Pass on my decree and ask all the ministers to come to the palace this afternoon."