"Yes, yes!" Hu Xiang pushed the wooden stick with pigeons strung on it into Sima Qing's hand, leaned close to Sima Yang, and took out a light yellow stick tied with a red rope from his sleeve with a smile.
Something like an egg roll. After handing the paper to Sima Yang, he held his chin, blinked his watery eyes, and stared at Sima Yang with an expectant and exaggerated expression on his face.
Sima Qing stared at the sudden addition of sticks in her hand, and her face turned darker, as if she had just crawled out of a smelly ditch.
Seeing Hu Xiang clinging tightly to Sima Yang, I couldn't help but feel sour bubbles in my heart...
Ah, what's going on? Why do you feel this way?
Sima Yang grabbed the scroll and took a look. The expression on his face froze, and his eyebrows twitched unnaturally: "Ahem, Hu Xiang, this is the homing pigeon that eldest brother uses to contact the government..." [
Shrimp, shrimp? Hu, Huxiang actually killed Sima Qing's carrier pigeon to contact the palace! Doesn't that mean... it means... we lost contact with the palace all night? No wonder Sima Qing looked so ugly just now... It turns out
He already knew it.
My eyes instantly opened up bigger than goldfish eyes, my chin fell to the ground with a thud, and I felt a cold wind blowing behind me like a blade...
Hu Xiang turned her head mechanically and looked at Sima Qing, who kept emitting X-rays without saying a word... After a long time, she stood up, slumped her shoulders, lowered her head and slowly moved to Sima Qing: "
Brother Qing...yes, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it..."