0142 The Golden Winged Envoy (Part 7)
After learning of Luo's actions, Shu Fu's last trace of paternal love vanished, and she became even more unrestrained in her behavior.
Things she used to enjoy but which Mr. Luo forbade her to do, she is now picking up all of them again.
The weather grew drier day by day. A gentle breeze filtered through the sky, revealing a deep, clear blue hue. Wispy clouds floated in the air, yet they couldn't quite provide any relief from the heat. Her spring clothes grew lighter, indicating that summer was fast approaching.
The lotus flowers in the pond in the mansion were about to bloom, but the lotus leaves were already lush and green, standing tall in the water like green umbrellas.
Shu Fu found the covered boat she had used many years ago, and then found a broom and a cloth to dust it. She spent two days personally cleaning the covered boat inside and out.
When the weather gets hot, people always want to drink, so she secretly went out of the mansion to buy wine.
Lan Guifang in Pingkangfang Erqu is the most famous. In summer, drinking it with cold water is exceptionally refreshing and pleasant.
Shu Fu sent over a headscarf and brought two jars of wine back to her residence. Once in the covered boat, she tied one jar to the stern to cool it with the naturally flowing pond water, and left the other jar in the boat. As she wrote poetry, she sipped the wine, unaware that the sun was setting.
When A-Jian came looking for her, Shu Fu was already a little tipsy, leaning on the side of the ship, with the scroll of poems beside her half-submerged in the shimmering red pool water.
"What are you doing here?" The girl's cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes sparkling. She raised her wrist and rubbed her eyes, still feeling dizzy. So she beckoned her to come into the boat to talk in detail.
“There’s been a response to the young lady’s memorial to Princess Huayang,” A-Jian said softly as she crouched down into the covered boat, took a long pole to retrieve Shu Fu’s poems from the water, and replied, “The princess said that now that you have come of age, you can legally leave the mansion and establish your own household. You just need to send your personal name card and private land deed to the Ministry of Revenue for filing. Once you receive the official document from the Ministry of Revenue, you can leave the mansion and live separately.”
After saying that, Shu Fu raised her head slightly, her expression shifting slightly: "Really?"
"Yes! The princess said that as long as you are determined, she will take care of everything with the Ministry of Revenue. In a few days, someone will come to inform you of this matter, including the Ministry of Revenue's seal and the Empress's official seal."
"Then let's go back immediately. I'll prepare all the necessary documents tonight, and ask Miaomiao to submit them to the Ministry of Revenue first thing tomorrow morning!"
The two returned to the Spring Festival Gala Building, their clothes still damp with the scent of lotus root water.
A-Jian flipped through the wet stack of poems she had fished out of the pond and volunteered to copy them for Shu-Fu.
Shu Fu readily agreed, so the desk was taken over by A Jian. She simply moved a crescent-shaped stool to sit by the window and enjoyed the breeze, planning to sort out the household registration documents when she was more alert after sobering up.
The setting sun melts into gold, and the evening clouds merge together, spreading out like a melting pot in the small window. The clouds themselves are a pale yellow, casting a pool of shimmering golden light across the courtyard.
Shu Fu was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice a pigeon perched under the window until her little friend cooed twice, at which point she suddenly noticed a small patch of gray that had fallen into the brilliance.
"Why are you so dark?" Shu Fu was still a little tipsy from drinking when she saw the pigeons perched on the windowsill, so she leaned over to take a look.
The pigeon couldn't understand human speech. When the girl turned her head to the right, it imitated her, which immediately made her laugh.
“Ah Jian, come and see, there’s a pigeon perched here. I told it it was black, but it didn’t get angry. Instead, it tilted its head like I did!”
Upon hearing this, A-Jian put down her pen and went to her destination.
“Miss…” She approached and examined it closely, “This dove is not afraid of people, it must have something to ask of you.”
She pointed to the pigeon's ankle, which was tied to the scroll.
A-Jian took the pigeon down from the windowsill, untied the letter, and was about to unfold it for a closer look when Shu-Fu's gaze cleared, and she suddenly spoke:
"Wait a minute!"
A-Jian paused, looking at Shu-Fu with a puzzled expression.
Shu Fu opened her palm to her: "I have nothing to do right now, so let me see what's written inside. If it's not for us, I'll return it to its rightful owner, feed the pigeons some food, and then release them. You go and copy the poem, okay?"
A-Jian, without any suspicion, readily handed over the letter.
Shu Fu carefully held the letter in her palm, and only after A-Jian had completely walked away did she unfold the letter and quickly glance at it—
It was indeed sent by Zhan Yaoguang.
Fortunately, A-Jian wasn't asked to unfold it first.
She breathed a sigh of relief and continued looking down—
The handwriting, as always, is ugly in a very distinctive way.
Congratulations! The writing style has been elevated to a whole new level. He even used a small metaphor in his writing: the setting sun in Miao territory is like a piece of burnt chicken, while he makes chicken that is delicious, not burnt or fishy, but crisp and tender. He will make it for her to eat someday.
The only discordant element was that he ended the article with "Don't worry about me."
Shu Fu frowned slightly, somewhat curious, wondering if this person would be so magnanimous as to tell her not to worry.
Upon closer inspection, it turns out there was a horizontal line crossed out to add the character "务".
Please remember...
She understood what he meant after a little thought.
It turns out it was the "务" in "必须" (būxì).
only--
There's no such word in the world!
Uncultured, utterly uncultured!
Shu Fu gave a soft hum, and was about to fold the letter and hide it away when she noticed two smaller characters next to "Wu Nian":
Duoduo.
How did you come up with "多多念" (duō duō niàn)?
He's just...
The girl was stunned for a moment, her red lips slightly parted, and she was so shocked that she couldn't close them for a long time.
At this moment, even the most gloomy heart will inevitably feel a bit lighter and a sense of relief arises.
"Alright, you wrote to cheer me up, so I'll return the favor and write you a letter in return."
Shu Fu murmured softly, a faint smile appearing on her cheeks.
The girl stood up and glanced at A-Jian.
Confirming that the other person was too engrossed in writing to pay attention to her, she quietly moved to the edge of the desk, pulled out a piece of stationery with two fingers, turned around, picked up the hem of her skirt, and went downstairs.
It's May now, and the scenery is not the same as in spring.
Most of the flowers had withered, and Shufu carefully selected the remaining ones, but found them all too heavy to be taken back to the Southern Frontier by the pigeons. After thinking for a while, she simply grabbed a handful of small lilacs and mixed them in, which would be a small addition to the decoration.
Picking up the pen again, I added only four words—
Wishing you a blessed autumn.
It's not autumn yet, which of course has another meaning.
If he doesn't understand, he should come back and ask her himself.
Shufu carefully rolled up the letter, re-tied it to the pigeon's ankle, stood by the window, and gently instructed, "Next time you look for me, don't come here."
Having said that, he raised his hand and sent it flying.
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