Chapter 165 Tianming Pavilion Incident - Uninvited Sister
Yun Qingqing returned to the palace leisurely.
"Young lady is so powerful. She beat Yun Bailian so hard that she had no chance to fight back. Even the emperor couldn't point out her mistakes. Hahaha... It was so satisfying!"
Qiao'er was happy all the way.
When I returned to the palace, a guard came to report:
"Princess, this is a letter from the prince from the northwest. Please take a look."
Yun Qingqing took the letter, which was an unopened small bamboo tube. She knew at a glance that it was delivered by a carrier pigeon.
It is easy for carrier pigeons to fly thousands of miles in a day. Although the northwest is far away, it can be delivered in one day at most.
She pursed her lips:
"knew."
After walking a few steps towards her yard, she stopped and looked back, looking at the guards who followed her closely, and asked curiously:
"Don't you have anything to do? Why are you following me?"
The guard touched the back of his head:
"My duty is to wait for the princess to finish writing a reply to the prince and send it back as soon as possible. If I am late, I am afraid the prince will blame me."
"Ah?" Yun Qingqing frowned. "Just report back and tell him that I don't have time to write a letter, so he doesn't have to wait."
This time it was the guard's turn to exclaim "Ah" with an embarrassed look on his face.
But before the guard could think of what to say, he heard the princess say expressionlessly:
"By the way, when you deliver the message, tell him that carrier pigeons are scarce and difficult to tame. They should be used for important matters such as military intelligence. Tell him not to use them to deliver personal letters in the future."
The guard's face fell:
"Princess Princess...why don't you write a letter to tell the prince about this? Otherwise, I'm afraid the prince will beat me to death..."
Yun Qingqing was silent for a moment, rubbed his eyebrows, turned around and went back to the room.
The guard didn't dare to follow in, so he stayed outside the door and waited, determined not to leave unless the princess drove him away.
Yun Qingqing opened the small bamboo tube, and a roll of finely folded paper fell out from it.
When unfolded, it becomes a long and thin strip of paper with little space to write many words.
Looking at the note, a line of small words came into view:
——Try to describe the scenery on the way, so that you can understand my feelings after parting. The dusk at the frontier is cold, and the wind and snow are deep in the chaotic mountains.
Yun Qingqing: ...
Qiao'er stood aside and leaned over to read the words clearly. Her eyes turned into stars:
"Miss, the prince is telling you how much he misses you! The prince is really devoted to you!"
She sighed, clutching her chest.
"A pigeon carrying a letter over a thousand miles! This is much more wasteful than the young masters in the storybooks! If someone is willing to treat me like this, I would be so happy that I would smile in my dreams!"
Yun Qingqing stroked her forehead:
"You should read less storybooks on weekdays, or you will be fooled by a few sweet words in the future."
Qiaoer: ...
Miss, you were not like this before. How come you have become so allergic to waste?
It must be because of that abominable prince. Ever since the young lady had her heart broken by him, she has lost interest in men!
Yun Qingqing had no idea what her personal maid was thinking behind her. She was silent for a while, then took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter to a certain prince, put it in a bamboo tube, and sent the guard away.
One day later, Northwest Border.
Standing on the top of Linye City, Xiao Changheng faced the howling north wind and looked at the vast snowy fields outside the city with a solemn expression.
This year, the snow in the northwest fell more than a month earlier than in previous years. The spies reported that a large number of cattle and sheep in the barbarian tribes were frozen to death, and those that survived lacked fodder. This winter became extremely difficult to endure.
Whenever this happened, the barbarians would turn their attention to the Central Plains, with the Daliang border being the first to be hit.
Not only that, the great country Xilan has never given up its intention to invade, and taking advantage of the heavy snow, it has already secretly contacted the barbarians, promised benefits and concluded an alliance.
I'm afraid that this pure snowfield covered in silver will soon become a bloody battlefield.
The messenger strode up behind him and reported:
"Your Majesty, Dijing has replied."
Xiao Changheng turned around immediately, the bleak look on his face disappeared, and his eyes and brows became more gentle.
"Show it up."
The messenger handed over the bamboo tube and retreated.
Xiao Changheng returned to his residence, raised his hand to send away the guards, stared at the small bamboo tube in his hand, and did not open it immediately.
If someone stood close and observed carefully at this moment, they would definitely notice that the tips of his ears were rarely slightly red.
Perhaps it was because they were thousands of miles apart, but there was a heavy snow yesterday, and he somehow did something he had never thought he would do before.
He actually picked up a pen and wrote a poem to express his longing for her.
By the time I came to my senses, the pigeon had already flown over a hundred miles away.
Xiao Changheng's Adam's apple rolled, he opened the letter tube, and raised his brows slightly.
The paper roll that fell out was yellow.
When I unfolded it, I found that it was a talisman made of extremely thin yellow paper.
Xiao Changheng had an excellent memory and could tell at a glance that the talisman was the same as the one she had given herself to save her life when she was assassinated in Jingguo.
The corners of his lips rose subconsciously, and when he was about to put the talisman away, he found a note attached to the back of the talisman paper.
The man's smile widened, and he immediately picked it up and looked at it——
There were just a few words written on it, asking him to stop using the military's carrier pigeons to send private messages.
I can't laugh anymore.
It’s worthy of her!
A certain prince gritted his teeth, turned around and waved his hand:
"Bring me a pen and paper!"
…
There was still one day left before the poetry appreciation meeting, and Yun Qingqing went to Tianming Pavilion as usual.
A different kind of guest came today.
I say different because this man has a tall and handsome figure, but he looks dusty and tired, he carries a bag on his back, and his shoes are almost worn out.
It was obvious that he had just traveled a long way and had not yet found a place to stay.
He sat in front of Yun Qingqing and gulped down several cups of tea. Finally, he let out a long breath and bowed deeply to Yun Qingqing.
"My name is Ji Ranlin. I heard that the Pavilion Master is very good at fortune-telling, so I came all the way from Ganyang County to ask the Pavilion Master to help me find someone."
"People?" Yun Qingqing said meaningfully, "Not necessarily?"
"..." Ji Ranlin choked slightly, then his eyes lit up.
"Pavilion Master, have you figured it out? You can really find her, right?"
Yun Qingqing was silent for a moment:
"Since you already know that she is not human, you should have figured out that she is deliberately hiding from you. Even if you find her, you may not get the result you want, so why force it?"
Ji Ranlin clenched his fist:
"If she doesn't accept me, she can just tell me in person! What's the point of leaving without saying goodbye?"
"I became an orphan when I was young, but she suddenly appeared, pretending to be my distant cousin and raising me for ten years! My life has been occupied by her for a long time, how could she be so cruel!"
Yun Qingqing listened silently without interrupting.
Perhaps Ji Ranlin had been holding it in for too long, and once he opened his mouth, he poured out all his thoughts without stopping.
The person he was looking for was named Chang Xiaoyu.
He lost his parents at a young age and lived with his grandmother in a small village on the edge of Ganyang County. But one day when he was eight years old, his grandmother took the little money she had saved from doing sewing for others to go to the town to buy daily necessities and never came back.
Two days later, he fainted from hunger in his yard. When he woke up, he was back in bed. A fairy-like big sister was sitting beside the bed, looking at him with pity.
He had never seen such a beautiful sister.
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