Chapter 141 Xiao Cui still has some talent
Jiang Fei and Wen Zhu looked at each other quickly. Jiang Fei gave a look and Wen Zhu quickly hid behind the tent.
Jiang Fei leaned against the couch, splashed some tea on her forehead, and then said weakly, "Is that Ciying? Come in."
Wei Ciying pushed the door open and saw Jiang Fei leaning on the couch with a pale face. She said with concern, "I heard from my third brother that you were sick, so I came to see you."
Jiang Fei smiled weakly, "It's just that I ate too much cold food and got an upset stomach. I'll be fine after a rest."
"That's good." Wei Ciying held her hand, hesitant to speak.
"Do you have something else to say?" Jiang Fei deliberately said, "You and I will be a family sooner or later. Sanlang loves you, and I naturally love you too. If there is anything that is inconvenient to tell them, just tell me."
Wei Ciying bit her lip, her eyes suddenly reddened, "Sister-in-law, I...I really have no choice."
She took out a piece of letter, her fingers trembling slightly, "Jiang Linyuan...he actually wrote to me secretly."
Jiang Fei's eyebrows jumped. "Why would he write to you? Hasn't he already broken up with you?"
Jiang Fei was right to be shocked. Jiang Linyuan had disappeared, and the Sword Casting Pavilion was looking for him everywhere. Even Pei Jing's spies could not find any news about him. How could he suddenly write to Wei Ciying?
"Yes." Wei Ciying choked up and said, "We've made it clear, but he insisted on pestering me. He even wanted to make it clear to my face, saying that if I didn't keep the appointment, he would have nothing else to care about in this world. I'm afraid he'd commit suicide."
She raised her tearful eyes and said, "Sister-in-law, can you help me to cover up? Just say that you are going to stay at Jinglian Temple with me."
Jiang Fei immediately understood that Wei Ciying was going to leave Beijing, and it would take quite a while. Perhaps Wei Ciying also knew that Marquis Dingyuan and the eldest prince were about to take action, so she wanted to leave Beijing to report the news.
But she hasn't figured out yet how Wei Ciying plans to get rid of the Marquis's Mansion since Marquis Dingyuan is involved in this matter.
Jiang Fei sneered in her heart, but showed an embarrassment on her face: "This...if the Marquis and his wife knew about it..."
Wei Ciying grabbed her hand anxiously, "Sister-in-law, please, human life is at stake. If he really dies, I'm afraid I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
Last time in Jinglian Temple, Wei Ciying used this trick to make Jiang Rufei sleep in the house instead of her at night. Now she is using the same trick again. I believe Jiang Rufei will be soft-hearted.
After a while, Jiang Fei sighed, "Okay, don't cry, I'll help you, but you see I'm not feeling well right now, I'm afraid I can't leave the capital."
"It's okay." Wei Ciying said quickly, "Since you can't go out, just rest at home. That way, my brother and the people at home won't notice."
"So when are you planning to leave?"
"Today, human lives are at stake. The sooner the better."
Jiang Fei nodded, "Then be careful on the road, go early and come back early."
After Wei Ciying left, Wen Zhu immediately emerged from behind the tent. "This woman's lies are so convincing."
Jiang Fei frowned, "She mentioned several times that she was afraid Jiang Linyuan would commit suicide. I'm afraid she was just setting the stage. Jiang Linyuan is probably no longer alive. If someone finds out that Jiang Linyuan is dead, they will just think he committed suicide."
"This woman is so scary. Miss, you must be careful when facing this person in the future."
"I know." Jiang Fei narrowed her eyes. "She's not trying to save Pei Jing, she's trying to help herself. She's trying to steal the credit from Pei Jing. No matter what she wants to do, I can't let her succeed. Wen Zhu, you set off immediately. You must see Pei Jing before she does."
Wen Zhu was confident, "Don't worry, Miss. She can't match my speed."
Wen Zhu nodded seriously. Jiang Fei continued, "I'm still a little worried. What if they deliberately let me hear so that Pei Jing could change his route and set an ambush elsewhere? That's not impossible. Tell the prince to carefully choose his route back."
"Miss, why don't you write a letter to the prince?" Wen Zhu suggested. "Your letter will surely be more effective than my words."
Jiang Fei thought about it and it made sense. Considering Pei Jing's weird personality and stubbornness, it would be a good idea to write a letter.
But... I don't know if Pei Jing can understand her extremely bad crawling skills.
"Okay, get some paper and pen."
But when Wen Zhu took out paper and pen, Jiang Feiren was completely stunned.
She held a small piece of paper the size of her finger in one hand and a brush in the other, and asked in shock, "Use this to write on this?"
Wen Zhu asked knowingly, "That's right."
Jiang Fei said she was powerless.
When she was taking exams and taking notes in the past, if you gave her a ballpoint pen, she could finish writing the "Chu Shi Biao" on such a small piece of paper. But if you give me a brush now, I'm sorry, it's only enough to write "one".
She exhaled slowly and asked, "Um...how do you write the word Jing in Pei Jing?"
Damn it, she can’t write traditional Chinese!
"Miss, you don't need to write your name, just a few key words will be fine."
Jiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, picked up the pen again, raised her head and asked, "How do you write the word 'listen'?"
Wen Zhu: "..., how about you read it and I write it down and you copy it?"
"Good idea."
Jiang Fei gritted her teeth and finally finished writing, but Wen Zhu's face was already in a state of dismay.
"That's all, let's make do with it."
This is too compromised. If Wen Zhu hadn't written it once before and asked her to copy it, she really wouldn't be able to recognize what it was.
She dared to guarantee that if she took out this note again tomorrow, even Miss Jiang Er herself would not be able to recognize it.
Wen Zhu suggested, "How about changing to a larger piece of paper and writing a new letter, Miss. You can write more and I'll bring it over."
…
It was late at night, and this was a small border inn at the junction of two states.
It rained for the past two days, and the night wind has brought a chill.
"At our current pace, we will be able to reach Beijing in three days," said Duan Jiu.
Pei Jing flipped through a book under the lamp and said, "I'm afraid it will take a few more days."
Duan Jiu was puzzled. "Your Highness, are you going to buy more things? Let me remind you that we have already loaded two carriages."
Duan Jiu pointed at the book in Pei Jing's hand and said, "I think the contents of this book are not entirely trustworthy. Gifts should be of high quality rather than quantity."
Pei Jing closed the book impatiently. "Why are you nagging more and more?"
Duan Jiu felt aggrieved and glanced at the name on the cover of the book. It was "Fragment" 108 moves.
A gust of wind blew outside the window, causing the candlelight to flicker and dance between Pei Jing's deep eyebrows.
"How do you like this trip?"
"It went very smoothly."
"Don't you think it's going too smoothly?" Pei Jing said, "There are so many eyes in the capital. Since I left the capital, I will always return."
"Your Highness is saying," Duan Jiu suddenly became alert, "Your Highness suspects someone will set an ambush on the way back to the capital? Your Highness truly has a brilliant mind!"
Pei Jing glanced at the carrier pigeon on the windowsill and felt that Duan Jiu was becoming more and more stupid, while his sister Wen Zhu was more clever.
He pointed his chin towards the windowsill. Duan Jiu turned his head and saw the carrier pigeon. Well, it seems that his flattery went in the wrong direction.
"Uh." Duan Jiu said, "Did Wen Zhu send a letter?"
Pei Jing threw him a ball of paper, and Duan Jiu hurriedly caught it and unfolded it. Because the letter paper was small to begin with, it was completely occupied by the black things at the bottom. Wen Zhu's handwriting was pitifully squeezed into a small line in the corner, with only a few words.
"There is an ambush at the entrance of the green cliff"
He leaned under the light to carefully examine it, but still couldn't understand what was written, so Pei Jing snatched it away.
"This up here..."
Pei Jing glanced at him contemptuously, "You can't even understand this. This is the map Xiao Cui drew for me."
Duan Jiu seemed to understand something, "No wonder those dark subordinates look like small hills."
Pei Jing also nodded, "The painting is not bad, Xiao Cui does have some talent."
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