He looked up and saw no movement at the window, then lowered his head again.
After a while, there was another fluttering sound from the window.
He just got up and walked to the window, opened it, and then a very inconspicuous, gray bird that was only the size of the palm of his hand flew in. The bird didn't look anything special at first glance, but when it flew in
, Huangfu Yan still saw that it had a pair of sharp and translucent eyes, the size of a mung bean, but they could not be ignored.
The bird circled around him a few times, as if it was confirming something. Just when Mo Bei, who had been guarding the room, was about to catch the little gray bird quickly and accurately, the little gray bird quickly flew to the table.
From the sky, he fluttered his claws, and a small hollow branch fell on the table.
Huangfuyan saw its movement and waved his hand to stop Mo Bei who was about to move. Then he walked to the edge of the table, picked up the branch, stole through the hollow inside, and saw a little white. He found something and poked it out.
As expected, it was a piece of paper.
Huangfuyan opened the white paper, and there was only an unsightly line of words on it, "The house is well, how are you doing lately?"
After Huangfu Yan read the words above, he looked at the little gray bird in surprise. It had not flown away yet, and it had stopped on the plate with snacks on the table. It was stretching its head to peck at the snacks on the plate.
This is An Xibi's character.
It was written in her own hand.
An Xijie rarely writes, so not many people have seen her handwriting, let alone imitated it. She seems to be unaccustomed to using a pen, and her handwriting is a bit soft, but these soft words,
Just like her character, she also has a cold and hard temperament. This is a very contradictory feeling. Ordinary people will only feel that the writing is bad after reading it.
Only Huangfuyan knew that this was her unique temperament that no one could imitate.
Huangfuyan looked at the words, and then at the little gray bird, that lazy guy. She was planning to tell him that she had a new way of delivering messages!
This bird is very spiritual. Although it is not as smart as a pig and can understand people's words, it should still be very reliable in delivering messages. It is also small and inconspicuous, so it does not easily attract people's attention. If it can know the way and deliver messages, it should be
It will be more reliable.
Huangfuyan immediately laid out his paper and pen and quickly wrote a few lines. There was nothing special about it. When he was not sure whether this method was reliable, it was better to be cautious.
Then he carefully rolled up the paper, stuffed it into the branch, and placed it in front of the little gray bird that was fighting with the snack. After a while, the little gray bird seemed to have almost eaten and grabbed the branch.
And left.
Huangfuyan looked at the little gray bird that had flown away, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
Haven't seen each other for two months.
Is she okay? Is the child okay? The last time someone went to pay attention to the movements in the Moon Soul Palace, he found that the people from the Moon Soul Palace had indeed gone to the capital, which made him slightly uneasy. Mo Feng should have heard the news.
Okay, if you calculate the time, it's almost time to arrive.
The message she sent said that the house is fine. Did nothing happen? Or has it been resolved?
"Mo Ying." Huangfu Yan called Mo Ying: "Go to the inn to see if there are any latest letters."
If it was very important news, Mo Feng would most likely send someone to deliver it carefully. Huangfu Yan couldn't calm down, and his thoughts were sometimes like grass in spring, flooding into the grassland in the blink of an eye without any reason.