How can we express infinite admiration? Looking southeast, there is a song of phoenix begging for the phoenix.
Because of these few words, Feng Qingchen lost all composure. She felt dizzy, and her mind was filled with the shadow of the Nine Emperors Uncle. In her mind, she even thought of the Nine Emperors Uncle saying to her: "There is a beauty here, and I can't see her."
Forget. I haven’t seen you for a day, and I miss you like crazy..." The scene.
Feng Qingchen was tossing and turning on the bed like a pancake. It wasn't until the maid reminded her that it was time for dinner that Feng Qingchen came out with a red face.
Her eyebrows were affectionate and her cheeks were rosy. She was still the same person, but her whole person exuded an indescribable charm. Her movements were a little less deserted and a little more coquettish as a little daughter, which attracted all the maids.
I was fascinated by the sight, and thought to myself, what happened, why did their lady look like a different person.
Feng Qingchen was not as generous and calm as usual, his quiet eyes were shining with love. When he met the sizing eyes of Tong Jue and Tong Yao, he ducked away with a guilty conscience.
Feng Qingchen always felt that if Tong Jue and Tong Yao knew about this matter, they would definitely laugh at her. If this matter spreads out, it would also damage her reputation. After all, this is a private transaction.
After hastily finishing dinner, Feng Qingchen sent all the maids away and locked himself in the study room, grinding ink and paper. He picked up the pen and wrote a few words. However, he was not satisfied with it, so he put the paper away.
Knead into a ball and discard aside.
After thinking again and again, she picked up the pen again, but this time she couldn't even make a single stroke. Feng Qingchen put down the pen in frustration, took out the letter from her arms, unfolded it carefully, spread it flat on the table, and smoothed it carefully.
Zhezi.
This was the first love letter she had received in her past and present lives combined, and it was written by the person she liked. This feeling was too beautiful to be described in words.
Feng Qingchen looked at the words on the paper and couldn't help but giggle.
"Nine Emperors Uncle's character is just like his character, the font is grand and the strokes are powerful. It's really a waste to use it to write love letters."
She thought every word on it was beautiful, except for the sentence that asked her to reply.
The secret guard was outside, clearly seeing Feng Qingchen's stupid behavior, and yawned out of boredom.
He didn't understand what was so good about a piece of tattered paper. Uncle Nine Emperors was so mysterious that he had to deliver it in person. But Miss Feng would take it out and read it when no one was around from afternoon to evening, and she never got tired of reading it.
, it’s so... boring!
How could the secret guards understand the mood of Feng Qingchen and Jiuhuangshu at this time? Neither of them were the kind of people who would talk sweet words casually and like Niwai when there was nothing wrong. Both of them did more than they talked.
Lord, there is always more respect and less tenderness in our daily interactions. Hongyan sending letters is a very novel thing for them. They can express through letters one by one what they are embarrassed to say.
Feng Qingchen took the letter from Uncle Nine Emperors and read it over and over again, thinking about it again and again. After thinking for a long time, she finally came up with what to write. She wrote with half embarrassment and half sweetness, writing every word very seriously.
Started writing.
Her handwriting was not beautiful, and she didn't want to write it casually. After all, this was their first love letter, and it was very memorable. After Feng Qingchen finished writing it, she copied it more than twenty times, and her hands were sore.
, and then put down the pen with satisfaction.
After the ink was dry, Feng Qingchen folded the paper, but only then did Feng Qingchen realize that she didn't know how to send the letter to Uncle Nine Emperors, so sending it carelessly would be too rude.
"What should I do?" Feng Qingchen was in a dilemma holding the letter. Seeing the darkness outside the house made her anxious. She wanted to rush out and say to Feng Qingchen, "Miss Feng, don't worry, if you put the letter here, someone will come naturally."
Pick.
The secret guard did not hesitate for too long, Feng Qingchen quickly figured it out: "Since Uncle Nine Emperors can send the letter in quietly, of course he can take it away, so I will put the reply letter 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 diligent. He found a commonly used envelope on the market, which was not sealed. After Feng Qingchen put the envelope in, he put it on the desk and pressed it down with a paperweight.
After doing all this, Feng Qingchen walked out with a smile on her face and asked Chun Hui and Qiu Hua to prepare water for her to take a bath.
Feng Qingchen walked forward, and the secret guard sneaked in and took away all the letters on Feng Qingchen's table, as well as the "waste paper" that she had forgotten to destroy the body. A certain secret guard believed that he would go to Jiu this time.
If the emperor's uncle reports it, he will definitely not be scolded.
Just as the secret guard thought, when Uncle Nine Emperors saw what the secret guard was bringing in, he was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled brightly, as if the ice and snow were melting and the earth was rejuvenating, almost dazzling the secret guard.
The Nine Emperors Uncle dismissed the secret guards, closed the doors and windows, and after making sure that no one was around, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart and pretended not to care. He slowly put the letter aside and opened the paper with great interest.
group.
Good things should be eaten last. Although he was anxious, he didn't waste this time.
Judging from the traces of the paper ball, it can be confirmed that the secret guards did not open it. They took it as it was originally. Uncle Nine Emperors was very satisfied with this.
Just kidding, before he read what Feng Qingchen wrote to him, the secret guard dared to read it first. He was getting impatient. Looking at the fonts repeated over and over again, the smile on Uncle Nine Emperor's face became deeper and deeper.
"What a silly girl, I don't think your calligraphy is ugly." Even so, he was still very happy to think that Feng Qingchen responded to his letter so carefully.
After all, he wrote the letter on a whim, and he wasn't sure if 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 house, he missed Feng Qingchen. He missed it so much that he impulsively wrote the letter and sneaked into the small courtyard in the West District quietly.
Put it in.
I originally thought that Feng Qingchen would blame him for being frivolous after reading the letter, but I didn't expect that Feng Qingchen actually replied. Although there were only forty words, these forty words meant more to Uncle Nine Emperors than thousands of words.
Ten thousand words carry more weight.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's reply made him happier than disrupting the world. This feeling was second only to winning the world.
Uncle Nine Emperors read the words on the paper word by word, back and forth, over and over again without getting bored.
Holding my hand, I will accompany you in madness for thousands of lives; kissing my eyes, I will accompany you for eternity.
Holding your hand, I will share your life's hardships; kissing your eyes, I will give you a lifetime of affection.
The secret guard was in the corner, waiting for orders from the Nine Emperors Uncle. Seeing the Nine Emperors Uncle's demented appearance, the secret guard began to worry whether the Nine Emperors Uncle would be like Feng Qingchen, staying there until someone reminded him. If so,
If so, he wouldn't be able to stand here all night.
Tears... The secret guard silently looked at the dark sky, crying secretly in his heart. He originally thought this was a good job, but he didn't expect that it was a torturous job.
The secret guard really thought too much. Uncle Nine Emperors was not Feng Qingchen. Uncle Nine Emperors was much busier than Feng Qingchen. How could he have so much time? Children and daughters love each other so much here.
After calming down the excitement in his heart, Uncle Nine Emperors stood up as if nothing had happened, took out a dark box from the bookshelf behind him, opened it in a delicate way, folded Feng Qingchen's letter and placed it inside, and then solemnly placed it inside.
Fasten the cassette, check it again and again, and then put the cassette back to its original place after confirming that there is no problem.
Turning around, he took out a large box from the other end of the bookshelf, took out the ancient paintings one by one, smoothed out the papers that Feng Qingchen had written on, and put them in. His careful movements were like
Just like holding a beautiful treasure, the tenderness in his eyes is also drowning.
Many years later, when Feng Qingchen saw the two boxes protected by Uncle Nine Emperors with his life, she realized that this man's love for her was far beyond her imagination...