A piece of ordinary rice paper was folded into three pieces. When Jiang Ling unfolded it, there were only a few words on it, written in flying handwriting and splashed with ink.
"I'm back, don't worry."
The corners of Jiang Ling's mouth slowly rose.
Who cares about him? What a self-indulgent guy.
I found that there was a part folded at the bottom and there was a sentence.
"Is Ling'er okay?"
Jiang Ling's eyes and eyebrows were smiling, like a crescent moon. She leaned back on the couch, supported her head with her hands, and looked up to appreciate these two sentences.
The curtains of the carriage swayed slowly, the sunlight sneaked in and shone on the paper, the breeze brushed across the fingertips, and those unspeakable and inexplicable throbbings were wrapped in the breeze, making the two sentences circle around and around.
Jiang Ling smiled and nodded, saying that the handwriting was very good.
Seeing her young lady's cheerful expression, Zizhen asked with a smile, "Did Master Zhou send it?"
Jiang Ling glanced at it again, folded it, put it away, and tapped her forehead: "I am an official now, so I should address you as Lord Zhou."
Seeing that she didn't deny it, Zizhen knew that it must have been sent by Zhou Jing'an.
She winked playfully, "Aren't you going to reply, Miss?"
Jiang Ling shook her head, "No."
She leaned on the couch and squinted her eyes lazily.
It's good that she's back. As for whether she's okay or not...why bother telling him all this? Are they familiar with each other?
Jiang Ling smiled faintly. She had to pretend for a while to give Zhou Jing'an some time to dry up.
Lifting the curtain, they saw fields of crops outside, with a few thatched huts here and there. They were almost reaching the outer city of the capital.
She stretched out her hand, and the warmth of the sun wrapped around her palm, making even her heart feel hot.
"The weather is really nice today, the sun is shining brightly." She sighed, feeling very relaxed and happy.
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