The next moment, the young man put away the letter, stood up, walked to the bookcase nearby, took out a machine box from the cabinet, and opened it skillfully.
Inside the box were a neatly folded handkerchief and a tendril hairpin.
Seeing the young man put the letter in, A Yuan couldn't help but be surprised again.
This organ box was specially made by the prince by a famous craftsman. It is made of special materials and has complex mechanisms. It is specially used for the young master to hold important things - the young master has always burned letters after reading them. How can he still use this letter now?
Put it in the machine box?
But the master's work is not something that a servant should spy on.
Ah Yuan honestly withdrew his gaze.
Wu Chao also put the ginkgo leaf into the box.
Subconsciously, I wanted to put the third eye feather in, but halfway through, I still felt it was unnecessary and a bit weird, so I threw it away in the cabinet.
There is really nothing unusual about this feather. If it hadn't been for Xu Mingyi's thoughtfulness, it shouldn't even be in the bookcase.
After putting away the box, Wu Chao ordered A Yuan who was guarding outside: "Get the pen and ink."
Ah Yuan responded quickly.
I knew in my heart that the young master was about to write a reply.
After bringing in the paper and pen and polishing the ink, Ah Yuan wisely stepped back to look out without Wu Chao opening his mouth.
This defense lasted for more than half an hour.
Ah Yuan glanced at the already dark sky outside - there was no doubt that this was the most troublesome thing he had ever seen the young master do in his life.
"Give the letter to Sui Jiang, find a trustworthy person, and send it to the capital as soon as possible. Remember, it must be handed over to Xiao Wu of Xuesheng Tea House."
Wu Chao came out of the inner room and handed the letter sealed with fire paint to the boy.
"yes."
The rain outside had stopped, and Ah Yuan immediately went to find Sui Jiang.
On the way, he couldn't help but pinch the thickness of the envelope.
Is this a letter or a storybook...
No wonder I heard in the middle that the young master actually sharpened the ink himself.
Even though the envelope didn't say who it was for, Yuan's instinct told her that his son was so abnormal, so he probably had a sweetheart!
This realization made the boy a little excited.
So when I saw Sui Jiang, I asked a few tentative questions.
Sui Jiang shook his head.
"You haven't heard anything in Beijing?" A Yuan asked unwillingly.
"How many days have I been in Beijing?" Sui Jiang asked.
Ah Yuan thinks about it too.
It seems that Sui Jiang was sent by the young master to find out the whereabouts of Sui Shan as soon as he entered Beijing——
Thinking of this, Ah Yuan asked seriously: "Has Suishan's whereabouts been traced recently?"
Previously, Suijiang took Mr. Fang, who was bald but had some skills, to vaguely find traces that Suishan was still alive.
"Recently, the Young Master asked us to withdraw the spies from all over the place and no longer keep an eye on this matter."
Ah Yuan was stunned when he heard this.
You finally got a clue, why don't you keep an eye on it?
Based on his understanding of the young master, there must be only one possibility: "The young master has other plans?"
After all, Suishan was extremely vigilant and good at hiding, so Young Master Xu had other preparations.
"It should be." Sui Jiang said, "But the young master never said it clearly, nor did he order us to wait."
A Yuan sighed slightly: "If Suishan is really still alive, this kind of betrayal will definitely make it difficult for the master to trust the people around him in the future..."
It's not just them.
This time, the young master even hid it from the people in his clan.
Regarding the discovery of Suishan's traces, the young master did not tell anyone in the clan, not even the prince, in order to prevent the news from leaking out.
The incident that happened on the way to Beijing almost cost the young master's life. Who is the person behind the scenes has not yet been found out -
But if Suishan can be captured alive, the truth will surely come to light.
And the young master always has his own plans for doing things. The more he is so calm and without any action at the moment, the more he thinks about it, the more people feel that he must have an idea.
When Ah Yuan returned to the courtyard, he saw his young master having dinner.
"Put another bowl in." Wu Chao put down the empty bowl and ordered.
The boy Ah Xiu quickly brought over another bowl full of fragrant rice.
The young master has already eaten three full bowls of rice...
But these dishes are not much different from usual ones. How come the young master has such a good appetite?
A-Yuan glanced at the empty rice bowl on the table and "tsk-tsk" in wonderment in her heart.
It seems that the letter was indeed sent by the girl the young master likes.
But... anyway, it was just a letter, just a leaf, and the young master was so happy that he even ate a few more bowls of rice. If he really married this person back, how could it be repaid?
Is it possible that the arrogant and aloof young master of his family is so easily satisfied when his heart is moved and cannot hide his thoughts?
Looking at the master who was in a happy mood, as if he could eat a cow, A Yuan suddenly couldn't help but start to worry whether his son, who had always been wise and powerful, would be deceived by the girl who wrote the letter...
After finishing the meal, Wu Chao went to the study to handle family affairs.
When we came out, it was almost midnight.
He is used to finishing things on the same day, so reading and replying to letters today took up too much time, but the business that needs to be done cannot be delayed.
After bathing and changing clothes, Wu Chao lay on the bed and asked people to turn off the lights.
I have been running around for most of the day today without taking a moment to rest, but I still feel sleepy at the moment.
The young man rested his arms on his head, and all he could think about was the contents of the letter.
Xu Mingyi told him many daily things...
She seems willing to share this with him?
Thinking like this, the young man couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, turned his head and looked at the bookcase.
He had only read it seven or eight times at that time. Do you want to take it out and read it again?
But the lights are out—
Even though he was thinking this, the young man quickly got out of bed, took out the machine box, and returned to the bed.
I wanted to open it, but halfway through the action I still felt it didn't feel right.
There are also Xu Mingyi's handkerchief and hairpin inside, which are personal belongings. It's inappropriate for him to keep them privately. And now in the middle of the night, someone is lying on the bed. If he takes these things out... what will happen?
Isn't that a bit too disrespectful?
He couldn't allow anyone to blaspheme Xu Mingyi, not even himself——
With such nonsensical thoughts, the young man placed the box on the high square stool at the head of the bed with a solemn and somewhat uneasy look on his face.
He was lying on his side facing out.
The sound of wind rustling outside the window was like a boy inside who was tossing and turning and unable to calm down.
…
At the same moment, it was raining heavily in Beijing.
The eldest princess's mansion in the dark night was shrouded in wet and cold rain and mist. The raindrops were like strings of beads, jumping and making a dense crackling sound when they hit the glazed tiles.
Under such a noisy sound of rain, all the subtle movements seemed to be covered up invisible.
In the courtyard of Princess Jingrong, the young man who was resting in the warm pavilion waiting to serve at any time slowly got up and walked out barefoot.
The curtain was lifted slightly, and he entered the inner room silently.
