"No matter which one it is, is there any difference?" Jun Wuchen raised his eyebrows.
"That's right. The queen has long known that Yi Shuiyue is with us. If you ask her or us, the answer will be the same." Yun Luo figured this out and soon stopped being entangled.
She looked at the note on the table thoughtfully, with a cunning glint flashing in her eyes.
"However, since the letter has fallen into our hands, it seems a bit wasteful not to make use of it..."
Hearing this, Jun Wuchen looked at her with interest, "What are you going to do?"
Yun Luo took out pen and ink and white paper, thought about it, and wrote three big characters in one swipe.
"Does this look like Xunnu's handwriting?" she asked Jun Wuchen.
Jun Wuchen looked at the flying fonts on the paper, raised his eyebrows slightly, and chuckled, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Yun Luo: "..."
"What's different? Isn't that what men's handwriting looks like?"
Yun Luo wrinkled her nose, feeling a little depressed.
"The Sunda slave is a slave. He has never read any books and cannot write such wonderful words."
Jun Wuchen smiled and raised his lips, tapping the paper with his slender fingers, "Your words are sharp and sharp, penetrating through the back of the paper. At first glance, it seems that they were not written by a slave who is accustomed to obeying others' orders."
As the saying goes, words are like people.
People with different personalities have different writing habits.
If someone is careful enough and keen enough to look at it, they can easily detect the flaw.
"The queen may not be so careful, right? But what you said makes sense. If you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of the worst, so..."
Yun Luo seemed to be smiling, but changed the subject, "You will write it?"
She handed the pen and ink to Jun Wuchen and said in amusement, "Write one and let me see what the word slave is."
"Is Luo'er trying to test me?" Jun Wuchen looked at her with a smile.
Even she couldn't imitate the slave's handwriting. Jun Wuchen was born in a noble family and was pampered since childhood, so it would be even harder to imitate.
Yun Luo said this, with a clear sense of humor in his eyes.
"Uh-huh." She hummed softly, "Then do you want to write or not? Don't waste time."
Jun Wuchen laughed and took the brush. After thinking for a moment, he hung his wrist and wrote three words.
"How about this? Is it satisfactory?"
Yun Luo looked at the white paper. The three words were thick, clumsy, and weak, just like those written by a child who had just learned to write. They were completely different from Jun Wuchen's usual handwriting.
"Okay, not bad." Yun Luo felt a little guilty and said stiffly, "A little better than me."
Jun Wuchen looked at her with a smile, his eyes seemed to see through everything, but he was silently tolerant.
"Ahem, you are better at imitating than me, so you can write."
Yun Luo dodged his gaze for a moment, cut out a piece of clean white paper and handed it to him, "Just write this, and put the bird and letter back in the middle of the night. It would be nice to temporarily deceive the queen."
Jun Wuchen raised his eyebrows, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
He hung his wrist and wrote the words "Three days later" on the white paper. After the ink dried, he rolled up the paper, stuffed it back into the small bamboo tube on the Biyu Bird's leg, and sealed it as it was. p>
Immediately, Jun Wuchen called Long Yi again, handed him the green-feathered bird, and ordered it to be released at midnight today.
"The queen sent a letter asking us when we would arrive in the capital. Maybe she was just sitting back and waiting, setting up an ambush for us to enter the capital. It would be great if this false information could deceive her."
Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Jun Wuchen, "Without further ado, let's sneak into the capital tonight and investigate the situation?"