Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"letter?"

In the simple and plain "palace", Ying Yuan held her fragrant cheeks and lay on the duck down bed with curtains. Her white and tender bare feet were dangling, and her white feet were dazzling.

"Yes."

Ying Yuan nodded and turned over feebly. The light brown skin under the white gauze was soft and smooth. She stretched out her hand, opened her fingers, then clenched her fist into a small fist, and said with distress: "I want to write a letter."

"Then write."

Flicking through the Book of Sheng in her hand, the former Queen of Loulan raised her eyes and glanced at Ying Yuan, who looked like a little girl beside her. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she joked: "It's not like we don't have a Gao Ma Station from the Ming Dynasty in our city. Send a letter." Isn't it simple? Or is it that the little girl misses her lover so much that she can't even write a letter? "

"me···"

Ying Yuan pursed her lips, and a cute shyness appeared in her smart eyes. She pulled the corner of the queen's clothes and whispered: "The queen is evil-minded."

"I told you not to call me queen."

Stretching out her hand and pinching Ying Yuan's nose lovingly, the Queen said with a crooked smile, "I am your sister, Ying Yun, please don't call me wrong next time."

"She's over a thousand years old, and she's still my sister."

Ying Yuan muttered quietly, then quickly buried her little head in the pillow, secretly observing her sister's reaction.

After pinching Ying Yuan's soft and smooth face, the woman was not annoyed and asked with a smile: "Does your Mr. Ruyi mind that you are also an old woman over a thousand years old?"

"I'm not old!"

Ying Yuan was startled and quickly sat up, "I...I'm only twenty! Zonggui, how can your age count? I've been sleeping all this time."

"Okay, okay, little Yingyuan's age doesn't count, I am the thousand-year-old witch."

Putting the scroll aside, the woman stood up, put the pen and paper on the table nearby, and said with a smile: "So, what letter do you want to write to your husband?"

"What about my little husband?"

Holding her hot cheeks, the girl's inadvertent expression of tenderness was too beautiful to behold. Looking at the paper and pen on the table, the girl felt distressed and hesitant, and asked softly: "King, have you ever written a letter?"

"Of course I did."

Sitting on a wooden chair with her legs crossed, the Queen's eyebrows were full of nobility and charm. She stretched out and said easily: "I wrote all the letters Loulan gave to Qin back then, and the last one reprimanded Qin. I also wrote the second letter, of course I wrote the letter.”

"I didn't say that."

The girl nodded slightly and said with a bit of embarrassment: "I mean... a love letter."

"Little Yingyuan."

With a sigh, the queen's long gold-woven gown was lifted up, and her originally raised embroidered shoes fell to the ground. Looking at Ying Yuan turning over and over on the bed, the Queen asked helplessly: "Do you think I, a soul, am qualified to fall in love with a human being?"

"I can't even fall into the Yellow River."

After telling an insignificant hell joke, the queen floated next to Ying Yuan, looked at the somewhat dazed opponent, sighed softly, and then asked: "Little Ying Yuan, do you want to go to the Central Plains?"

"I?"

Ying Yuan blinked and didn't react for a while.

"Suppressing the remnant souls, I can actually do it myself."

The queen gently stroked Ying Yuan's long hair, her brows and eyes full of gentleness: "You have paid too much for Loulan. I don't want you to be trapped here anymore. You should chase the existence you love."

"But···"

Ying Yuan frowned slightly. She stared at the soul in front of her and asked in confusion: "Wang, you have also devoted a thousand years to Loulan."

The queen was stunned.

"Little girl, you always use my words against me." After a long time, the queen smiled helplessly and shook her head. She stretched out her hand, gently put the brush on the side into Ying Yuan's hand, and said, "Then let my sister teach you how to write a letter that will make your husband unable to control himself."

【See the letter as face】

[It has been twenty-nine days, three hours and half a stick of incense since I left the secret realm. It has been so long that I have almost counted all the yellow sand in the desert. My sister always laughs at me for being a little complainer. I think she is biased because I don’t complain, I just miss her! 】

[Sister said that everything in the dream is what I have experienced, but I obviously hug you too little, and my fingertips don't touch each other much, but I often meet you in my dreams. I am happy when I see you, but feel lost when I wake up from the dream. I’m annoyed that I can’t always be by your side, and because I miss you, I look forward to every day]

[In about six months, I will be able to rush to the Central Plains to see you. I bought honey and fruits and asked them to hide them underground so that they would be sweeter in six months. I bought a lot of silk and satin, and I hope you can choose clothes for me after we meet, so that we can go to the bustling market with you, and we can rely on each other in winter, which is always warmer]

[The letter is not long, but I feel that we have been apart for too long and that we have been together for a long time. Along the high carriage, I brought along a lot of Loulan's specialty food, as well as jade jewelry, hoping that I could lend it to you as a gift to other friends. Joan of Arc has a gentle personality and is sincere in her work. Except for her extraordinary Chinese proficiency, she is pretty good, so I asked her to stay and help you. I hope you can say hello to Taoist Zhuge for me. If the young master does not dislike it, please introduce my little girl to Sister Taoyao. I hope that after June when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, my sister can meet Sister Taoyao and discuss matters between you and me.]

[The writing is a bit trivial, but my daughter is good at summarizing]

【Miss you, miss you, hope for you】

[Handwritten by Ying Yuan]

"Sweet, snoring, snoring."

After cleaning her teeth, Tang Guan spat out the water. She looked at Zhou Li, who was sitting on a chair and reading the letter over and over intently, and asked curiously: "You are carrying this letter with you."

"No ah."

Zhou Li raised his head. The letter paper in his hand was flat and smooth, with no wrinkles and no signs of wear and tear. He folded the letter paper gently, put it into the envelope, and put it into the space of the jade gourd. Every movement was very gentle.

"What if something goes wrong if you keep it close to me? I have always asked Zhou Ji to keep this letter for me."

Zhou Li, who lost some of his immortal energy due to passing the objects, said this.

"So, did you reply?"

Tang Wan seemed to have remembered something and asked again curiously.

"Of course I will."

Zhou Li acted so matter-of-factly that Tang Wan was very suspicious.

"Then are you sure that what you write can be understood by normal people?"

Tang Wan was a little skeptical. After all, Zhou Li's experience during these days could not be said to be ordinary, it could only be described as turbulent.

"of course."

Zhou Li nodded and said proudly: "Sincere and sincere, concise and powerful, concise and powerful!"

【See Xin'an】

[I have been making preparations these days, preparing to throw the captured Shaohu demon into a teahouse, open a maid teahouse, and ruthlessly harvest the wallets of the Beiliang seduces]

【Except for this matter】

【Always thinking about you】

Looking at the last sentence at the end of the letter, the corners of Ying Yuan's mouth curled up slightly. Then she stretched out her hand, kept the letter tightly, and placed it in her beloved little treasure box.

"That's not right."

The Queen, who read the letter together, said that the letter shocked her: "What does it mean to prepare to throw the captured Shaoxing demon into a teahouse, open a maid teahouse, and ruthlessly harvest the wallets of the Beiliang seduces??? "

"Um···"

After thinking about it, Ying Yuan smiled and said, "It's not important."

"He misses me, that's enough." (End of chapter)