Jiang Ling was just pulling Xingxing to roast sweet potatoes when Xiaojia came in.
"Miss, this is a letter from Master Zhou."
Oh hoo?
Jiang Ling's lips curled up unconsciously, and he wiped his hands and took it.
On the envelope were four big words: "Seeing you write is like meeting you in person."
She glanced at it for a few seconds and then opened it. Zhou Zhengzhong's free and elegant regular script filled the entire page.
"Ling'er, please understand. Time flies, and the seasons change. I miss you so much after not seeing you for a few days."
Jiang Ling sat on the couch with the letter in her hand. The room was filled with warmth, which made her face red.
"Is Ling'er all right in Fuzhou? I've been ordered to come to Ezhou on official business. Although I'm less than a thousand miles away from you, I feel as far away as the horizon. I wish I could grow wings and fly to Fuzhou to see you happy and joyful with my own eyes before I can feel at ease."
Tsk, how come this kid is getting better and better at saying sweet words?
Jiang Ling felt disgusted, but the corners of her mouth kept rising.
"Ling'er, do you miss me?"
"I miss Ling'er so much, it feels like I haven't seen her for three autumns."
"I don't know when Ling'er will return to the capital. I will definitely welcome her a hundred miles away. I will be overjoyed."
"I miss you so much that every moment feels like a year. These few words cannot express my deep longing. I await your reply."
The signature is "Jing'an" and the date is five days ago.
Jiang Ling read the letter over and over again, her heart seemed to be soaked in honey, and she could feel endless sweetness just by beating her heart.
She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and sat down at the desk. "Zizhen, grind the ink."
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The air in Ezhou is humid, with heavy rain and snow.
Zhou Jing'an looked at the thick black clouds outside and casually asked Ye Song beside him, "How many days has it been since the letter was sent?"
Ye Song glanced at him and replied, "Seven days."
"Hmm." He pondered inwardly. If he wrote back, it would arrive in three days.
At this time, Ye Bai hurried in with a serious expression.
"Sir, there is a clue."
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