As he spoke, Tong Youlin walked unsteadily towards the outside, and in a flash, he ran out of the courtyard without turning back to his own house.
This must be because they're out of paper and pens.
Huo Chengche looked at Tong Youlin's behavior, pressed his forehead and smiled helplessly. That made sense. Tong Youlin had said that none of the people in these villages had any education, no wonder they didn't have paper and pens.
"Gu Ran".
The boy gave a soft call, and the next moment, a figure jumped down from the roof beam and stood in front of him.
"Your Highness." Gu Ran responded, took out paper and pen from his pocket, handed them to the table in front of the boy, and then jumped onto the roof beam and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Outside the door, the little boy was still playing happily with the tiger cub. Huo Chengche glanced at him, his thin lips curving slightly. Then he picked up a pen and paper, wrote a few lines, folded it into an envelope, sealed it, and stamped it with his personal seal.
Just as Tong Youlin hurriedly came in from outside, Huo Chengche had Gu Ran collect the remaining paper and ink.
When Gu Ran heard that Tong Youlin had returned, he immediately slipped onto the roof beam without being seen by him.
Huo Chengche looked at the oil paper and indigo in Tongyoulin's hands as he entered the room, and couldn't help but press his forehead.
Fortunately, he didn't expect his friend Lin to find him paper and pen, and simply asked Gu Ran to come down and get them.
"Alright, Mr. Tong, I have finished writing this letter. You can have someone take it to the dilapidated Taoist temple on the mountain and give it to the people there." Huo Chengche handed over the envelope in his hand.
Tong Youlin held the oiled paper still covered in fruit oil in one hand and the eyebrow-drawing ink in the other. Seeing the young man's long, slender, fair fingers holding the envelope being handed to him, he quickly put down what he was holding, wiped his hands on his clothes, and smiled awkwardly.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you, sir, to use your magic. Hehe, we're all roughnecks in my village, we don't have any of those precious things." Tongyou Lin carefully handed over the letter, saying quite embarrassedly.
He had never handled anything so clean in his life. He held the letter with his big, dark fingers, pinching and touching it. It was just a light envelope, and he felt rather at a loss.
Huo Chengche was used to Tong Youlin's tendency to think of ghosts and gods in everything. He sighed and couldn't help but remind him, "The person in the temple is an ordinary person. Please ask Mr. Tong to instruct the brother who sent the message not to say anything about ghosts and gods."
Don't let that sleepy, stupid prefect Liang Sheng mistake you for a shaman performing a ritual in the mountains and scare you away. That guy's courage is smaller than a sparrow's!
"Okay, okay!" Tongyou Lin quickly agreed, while asking in confusion, "If he's not a deity, then who is this person...?"
"Prefect of Jingzhao, Liang Sheng." Huo Chengche picked up his teacup and took a sip. Compared to him, the Crown Prince, Liang Sheng's identity was more down-to-earth. Perhaps some of the villagers had met him before?
Sure enough, Tong Youlin knew who the Prefect of Jingzhao was. Upon hearing that it was the Prefect of Jingzhao, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Oh, you're a god! You don't know, they're all one family! They wouldn't care about us!"
Thinking of Liang Sheng's past two-faced and treacherous behavior, Huo Chengche snorted coldly. After Tong Youlin's words, he could imagine how Liang Sheng had tried to deny and evade the issue back then.
The young man coldly curled his thin lips, let out a cold "heh," and said in a low, indifferent voice, "If he dares to shirk his responsibility, I'll let him stay frozen in that dilapidated Taoist temple forever."
Listening to the boy's words, Tong Youlin suddenly remembered, "That's right! How did the Prefect of Jingzhao end up in this dilapidated Taoist temple in the remote mountains outside the capital? Could it be that a deity used magic to transform him from his residence?"
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