Chapter 550 Writing a Love Letter

  Jiang Ning was suddenly discouraged.

   How did she go to see her uncle?

  The old emperor and Prince Gou did not allow her to go out.

   "Gucheng, can you help me meet my uncle?" she asked.

"no."

   "Why? If you follow me, you have to obey my orders!" Jiang Ning said.

   Gucheng frowned slightly, and was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "I'm here to protect the young lady. The safety of the young lady is above everything else."

   "Including disobeying my orders?"

   After a long time, Gucheng said word by word, "Yes. If the lady's order endangers your safety, I will refuse."

   "It doesn't work either, that doesn't work either."

  Jiang Ning walked a few times in front of him with his hands behind his back, suddenly stopped and looked at him, "Gucheng, can I ask you a question?"

"it is good."

   "Why are you talking so slowly?"

  “…”

   Gucheng didn't answer.

   fell silent again.

   For questions that are not necessary to answer, he can always pretend that he did not hear.

  Jiang Ning just asked casually, he didn't really want to inquire about his privacy.

   What she was thinking about now was how she could see her eldest uncle.

   Uncle is the general of Megatron, holding hundreds of thousands of troops.

   But he must not bring so many soldiers back when he returns to Beijing, otherwise he will be suspected of rebelling.

  According to the rules, he can only bring his own personal guards.

   What if he didn't bring Xingcheng with him?

  Jiang Mubai was a foreign minister and could not enter or leave the harem at will without the permission of the imperial decree. Jiang Ning wanted to see him, unless he went to the front to find him, or asked the emperor to issue an decree.

   These two things are unlikely at the moment.

When Huang Ying learned of her troubles, she smiled and said, "Master, you are at the point of a bull's horn. This General Shepherd is the person by His Royal Highness's side. To steal from his house. Just ask him to write a few."

   "I don't know yet? It's not that I can't find a suitable and unattractive reason."

   "It's also..." Huang Ying also hesitated, "If it's not a festival, there's no reason to find a guard to write."

   "Unless..." Jiang Ning rolled his eyes.

  Huang Ying hurriedly asked: "Master, did you think of a way?"

   "It can only be said that it is not a solution." Jiang Ning whispered in her ear.

   Huang Ying opened his mouth wide: "This... is not good?"

   "It's not true, it's just a few words back."

   "Then you can't write the letter yourself. If it's a misunderstanding, it will be troublesome." Huang Ying shook her head again and again, "It's better to write the letter to someone else."

   "Who is suitable? Huang Ying, why don't you write?"

   "The slave maid is not good either. Although the slave maid can recognize a few words, the words written are really not on the table."

"That's right, among you guys, it's better in early Xia, but naturally the fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better. It's better for me to catch the knife myself, don't worry, I won't sign it, and it will change. Your own handwriting." Jiang Ning said and did it.

   She went to the desk, spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, dipped in ink, pondered for a moment, and started writing.

   Huang Ying tilted his head and looked.

   "General Mu, I appreciate you very much... She read a few words, both wanting to laugh and worry, "Master, please stop writing. Your dignified prince concubine, to write such a letter to a minister, the slave and maid look embarrassed. "

   "This is fake."

   "The slave girl knows it's fake, but what kind of virtue is Mujian?"

   (end of this chapter)

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