I am the villain in the book

Chapter 103 Four Letters

According to the original plot, Xiao Feng shouldn't have come to Shu Prefecture so early. At this moment, he should be colluding with the Liu family to deal with the Wei family, and he wouldn't change maps until next spring.

Of course, now that Liu Yuanshan is dead, Xiao Feng has naturally lost the Liu family's assistance.

Wei Changtian didn't know whether Xiao Feng chose to come to Shu Prefecture early because of his letter or because of the butterfly effect of the plot change.

He was actually too lazy to think about this question.

Because it was meaningless.

From successfully marrying Lu Jingyao to killing Liu Yuanshan, he had already changed too much of the plot.

The butterfly's flapping wings had finally evolved into a storm, and everyone's fate had changed more or less, even embarking on another path… and would develop into a completely different sequel.

In this case, the timeline of the original plot was no longer of much help to him, and the "prophet's" golden finger had slowly become a "knower of secrets."

Knowing the secrets of many big figures, this was Wei Changtian's greatest reliance besides the system.

As for questions like "What will Xiao Feng do in the future?", it was already difficult for him to predict.

"Sigh…"

He sighed, stepped on the wooden stool, and strode into the large wooden barrel.

The water temperature was just right, and Yuan'er was kneeling aside, holding a wooden ladle and splashing water on him.

While taking a bath, Wei Changtian began to think about the problem of Xiao Feng's arrival in Shu Prefecture.

The fact that he was exiled to Shu Prefecture was known to the world and could not be hidden.

Therefore, the situation of "the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light" would not change.

In fact, Wei Changtian had long understood one thing, that it was almost impossible to kill Xiao Feng by relying on means such as "wanted" and "rewards."

After all, he was the son of destiny. Unless he encountered a 100% certain death situation, he would definitely escape.

When he was in the capital, he had set up two schemes, and it could be said that he had done everything he could, but in the end, Xiao Feng still escaped twice.

Now that he lacked the Wei family's assistance, it would inevitably be more difficult for him to actively find such opportunities.

I'm afraid he can only play "defensive counterattack."

First ensure his own safety, then develop his power as soon as possible to wait for Xiao Feng to take action, and finally complete the counter-kill.

To be honest, it was a bit risky, but Wei Changtian didn't regret bringing Xiao Feng to Shu Prefecture in advance.

After all, with the system and the golden finger of "knower of secrets," he could still fight him.

And if he let him deal with the Wei family in the capital, it was hard to say that the entire Wei family would be finished by the time he returned three years later.

Take one step at a time.

After having a general plan for the future, Wei Changtian relaxed a little, but the next moment his face suddenly changed.

"Cough! Yuan'er, I can wash that place myself…"

She was already wearing very little, and at this time, several places on her thin skirt were wet with water, revealing a great view.

Hiss!!

I can bear it, but my little brother can't!

"Plop!"

Accompanied by Yuan'er's exclamation, a large splash of water splashed out of the wooden barrel.

…

…

"Respectfully to Madam…"

An hour later, the "playing in the water" activity ended, and Wei Changtian had already put on his clothes and sat at the table to write a reply to Lu Jingyao.

However, he stopped writing after only writing the first four words.

Lu Jingyao's status was a concubine. According to etiquette, he couldn't write words like "My Wife," let alone "My Concubine." He should use a more general term like "Madam."

But it always felt awkward.

Wei Changtian, whose classical Chinese level was worrying, hesitated for a long time, and finally stopped struggling with this kind of thing, picked up his pen and continued to write:

"Letter received. Yuan'er and I have had a smooth journey after leaving home and have arrived safely in Shu Prefecture. You can rest assured…"

"I understand what you wrote in your letter. Don't worry, that person will definitely not bother you again. Just relax…"

"I hope you will take the time to train my younger sister more and manage the housework. The affairs of the bookstore can all be handled by Li Yang. Don't work too hard…"

"…"

After racking his brains and searching his stomach to put together more than a hundred words, Wei Changtian finally put down his pen with a sigh of relief. He was too lazy to even check it. He directly put the letter into an envelope and sealed it. After hesitating for a while, he started writing the second letter with a bitter face.

This was for Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen.

"To my dear parents…"

"…"

With the experience of the first letter, this time he wrote much faster, and he wrote… two hundred words in half an hour.

The general meaning was basically the same, just saying some nonsense such as "I have arrived, I am fine, Uncle Liang is also very good to me, you don't have to worry, write to me if you have anything."

It's really fucking difficult. If I ever come to power, I will definitely vigorously promote Mandarin throughout the country!

After writing two letters in a row in a classical style, Wei Changtian cursed secretly, then picked up the third piece of letter paper and began to issue instructions to Wang Er.

But this time he directly used vernacular.

The specific content was two words—"Want people."

Although Liang Zhen would definitely send people to protect him secretly, and the Xuanjing Division's branch in Shu Prefecture probably also had manpower that Wei Xianzhi had arranged long ago, considering what he was going to do in the future, these people were obviously not enough.

It just so happened that the people from the Freemasons were also idle, so it was better to let Wang Er choose some reliable people to come and help.

"…This matter must be done as soon as possible. Also, pay attention to concealing their whereabouts when they come!"

"You can decide on the affairs of the Freemasons yourself or discuss them with Li Yang. If you encounter major situations, you can also send someone to send me a letter…"

"…"

After writing it in one go, the night outside the window was already deep.

He put the third letter aside separately, preparing to find Liang Zhen tomorrow to send it through military channels. Wei Changtian finally took a deep breath and began to write the last letter, which was also to Xu Qingwan.

"Qingwan…"

He just picked up his pen and wrote two words, then stopped again. After thinking for a moment, he crumpled the letter paper into a ball, took a new one and rewrote it.

"Wan'er…"

Well, this seems more intimate.

Wei Changtian nodded with satisfaction, wanting to continue writing, but the tip of his pen didn't fall for a long time.

What should I write?

I'm fine, don't worry about me?

You have to wait for me? Wait for me to go back and marry you after three years?

Take care of yourself in the days without me?

These words seem to be able to be said, but there is no need to say them.

The night was thick, and the stars were quiet.

Wei Changtian thought for a long time, and even Yuan'er, who was waiting beside him, fell asleep with her chin in her hands.

Xu Qingwan may be the first woman he has treated like this since he transmigrated.

This may be because, compared to Lu Jingyao and Yang Liushi, Wei Changtian always felt that his feelings for Comrade Xiao Xu were purer.

Conversely, Xu Qingwan's feelings for him may also be the purest of the three women…

Suddenly, Wei Changtian also threw aside the letter paper with the words "Wan'er" written on it, spread out a new one again, and slowly wrote a poem.

Skillful clouds weave patterns, flying stars transmit sorrow, across the vast Milky Way in secret.

A meeting in the golden autumn wind and jade dew is better than countless encounters in the human world.

Tender feelings are like water, the beautiful time is like a dream, bearing to look back at the magpie bridge's return path.

If two hearts are together for a long time, how can they be limited to morning and evening…

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a few silver notes and put them into the envelope along with the poem.

Affectionate, and rich.

Perfect!