527 Reply, We Are All Pure
How can I express my infinite love? Looking towards the southeast, a song of phoenix seeking phoenix.
Because of these words, Feng Qingchen lost her composure and felt dizzy. Her mind was full of the shadow of the Ninth Prince. She even saw the scene of the Ninth Prince saying to her, "There is a beautiful woman whom I will never forget after seeing her. If I don't see her for a day, I will miss her like crazy..."
Feng Qingchen tossed and turned in the bed like a pancake, until the maid reminded her that it was time for dinner, then Feng Qingchen came out with a red face.
Her eyes were full of affection, her cheeks were rosy, she was still the same person, but her whole body exuded an indescribable charm. Her every move was less cold and more like a little girl's delicate demeanor, which stared at the maids in a daze. They wondered what had happened? Why did their young lady seem like a different person?
Feng Qingchen was not as generous and calm as usual. Her quiet eyes were shining with love. When she met the gazes of Tong Jue and Tong Yao, she avoided them guiltily.
Feng Qingchen always felt that if Tong Jue and Tong Yao knew about this, they would definitely laugh at her. Furthermore, if this matter were to spread out, it would also damage her reputation, after all, this was a private transaction.
After a quick dinner, Feng Qingchen sent all the maids away and locked himself in the study, grinding ink and spreading paper. He picked up the pen and wrote a few words, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed dissatisfied, so he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside.
After thinking it over again and again, he picked up the pen again, but this time he couldn't even put down a stroke. Feng Qingchen put the pen down in frustration, took out the letter in his arms, unfolded it carefully, spread it flat on the table, and smoothed the paper carefully.
This was the first love letter she had received in her past and present lives combined, and it was written by the person she loved. The feeling was so wonderful that it could not be described in words.
Feng Qingchen couldn't help but smile foolishly when he looked at the words on the paper.
"The Ninth Prince's handwriting is just like his personality. The font is majestic and the strokes are powerful. It would be a waste to use it to write a love letter."
She thought every word on it was beautiful, except the one that asked her to write a reply.
The secret guard outside saw Feng Qingchen's foolish behavior clearly and yawned out of boredom.
He just couldn't understand what was so good about a piece of torn paper. The Ninth Prince was so mysterious that he insisted on bringing it in personally, while Miss Feng read it from afternoon to night, and would take it out to read whenever no one was around, and she never got tired of it. It was really... boring!
How could the secret guards understand the mood of Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince at this moment? Neither of them was the type to say sweet words casually or to be annoying for no reason. Both of them were the type to do more than talk. In their daily interactions, they were always more respectful and less tender. Sending letters via carrier pigeons was a very novel thing for them. They could say what they were embarrassed to say through letters.
Feng Qingchen read the letter from the Ninth Prince again and again, thinking and racking his brains. After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of what to write. Half embarrassedly, half sweetly, he picked up the pen and wrote word by word very seriously.
Her handwriting was not beautiful, but she didn't want to just write casually. After all, this was their first love letter and it was very memorable. After Feng Qingchen finished writing, she copied it more than twenty times. Her hands were sore from writing before she put down the pen with satisfaction.
After the ink dried, Feng Qingchen folded the paper. But it was only then that she realized that she didn't know how to send the letter to the Ninth Uncle. It would be too unreserved to send it carelessly.
"What should I do?" Feng Qingchen was in a dilemma holding the letter. The man outside the house was so anxious that he wanted to rush out and say to Feng Qingchen, "Miss Feng, don't worry. Just leave the letter here and someone will come to get it."
Feng Qingchen didn't let the secret guard brother worry for too long. He quickly figured it out: "Since the Ninth Prince can send the letter in quietly, he can certainly take it away. I put the reply in the study. If you don't take it away before tomorrow, I will tear up the letter, hum."
At this time, Feng Qingchen did not blame the secret guard brother for not being conscientious. She found an envelope commonly used on the market, which was not sealed. After Feng Qingchen put the letter in it, she placed it on the desk and pressed it down with a paperweight.
After doing all this, Feng Qingchen came out with a smile on her face and asked Chun Huiqiuhua to prepare water as she wanted to take a bath.
As soon as Feng Qingchen left, the secret guard sneaked in and took away the letters on Feng Qingchen's desk and the "waste paper" that she forgot to destroy. A certain secret guard believed that he would not be scolded when he reported to the Ninth Uncle this time.
Just as the secret guard expected, when the Ninth Prince saw what the secret guard brought in, he was stunned at first, and then he smiled brilliantly, as if the ice and snow were melting and the earth was coming back to life, almost dazzling the secret guard's eyes.
The Ninth Prince sent away the secret guards, closed the doors and windows, and after making sure that there was no one around, he suppressed his anxiety, pretended not to care, slowly put the letter aside, and opened the paper ball with interest.
Good things should be saved for last. Although he was anxious, he didn't mind spending a little more time.
Judging from the marks on the paper ball, it is certain that the secret guards did not open it. They took it exactly as it was originally. The Ninth Prince was very satisfied with this.
Are you kidding? He hadn't even read what Feng Qingchen wrote to him yet, but the secret guard dared to read it first. He was so impatient with life. Looking at the repeated words over and over again, the smile on the Ninth Prince's face became deeper and deeper.
"What a silly girl! I don't think your handwriting is ugly." Although he said that, he was still very happy when he thought about Feng Qingchen replying to his letter so attentively.
After all, he had put a lot of effort into writing the letter, and he was not sure whether Feng Qingchen would like this method.
After the two came out of the palace, they left separately, but as soon as he returned to the mansion, he missed Feng Qingchen, very much, and on impulse he picked up the pen to write the letter, sneaked into the courtyard in the west area, and put it inside.
Originally, he thought Feng Qingchen would blame him for being frivolous after reading the letter, but he didn't expect Feng Qingchen to actually write back. Although it only had forty words, these forty words meant more to the Ninth Prince than millions of words.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's reply made him happier than if he had disrupted the world. This feeling was second only to taking over the world.
The Ninth Prince read the words on the paper one by one, over and over again, without getting tired of it.
Holding your hand, I will accompany you through a thousand lives; kissing your eyes, I will accompany you through all eternity.
Hold your hand, and share the hardships of life with you; kiss your eyes, and give you my deep love.
The secret guard was in the corner, waiting for the Ninth Prince's order. Seeing the Ninth Prince's dementia, the secret guard began to worry whether the Ninth Prince would be like Feng Qingchen, and would not come back to his senses until someone reminded him. If that was the case, he would have to stand here all night.
Tears... The secret guard looked up at the dark sky silently, secretly groaning in his heart. He originally thought that this was a good job, but he didn't expect that it was a torturous job.
The secret guard was really thinking too much. The Ninth Prince was not Feng Qingchen. He was much busier than Feng Qingchen. How could he have so much time to indulge in romantic affairs here?
After calming down his excitement, the Ninth Prince stood up as if nothing had happened, took out a secret box from the bookshelf behind him, opened it in a delicate way, folded Feng Qingchen's letter and placed it inside, then solemnly closed the secret box, checked it again and again, and after making sure there was no problem, put the secret box back where it was.
Turning around, he took out a large box from the other end of the bookshelf, took out the ancient paintings inside one by one, smoothed out the papers that Feng Qingchen had wasted writing on one by one, and put them back in. His careful movements were as if he was holding a rare treasure, and the tenderness in his eyes was enough to drown people.
Many years later, when Feng Qingchen saw the two boxes that the Ninth Prince had protected with his life, she realized that the depth of this man's love for her was far beyond her imagination...