My money-loving little lady

The pigeon fluttered across the roof, then disappeared from the sky and was never seen again.

"Ling Yun is usually just a fool, but he is very interested in these weird things." Yun Xi opened the letter and handed it to Jing Rongyao, then opened the window and looked at these strange-looking birds outside the window.

Children.

"It's not surprising. I always feel that Ling Yun and Xuan Zhao are not ordinary guards. Don't you find that their martial arts methods are very wonderful?" Jing Rongyao took the letter and read it carefully.

It turns out that this is a letter home from Fu Jinchen. He wrote to himself just one day after leaving home?

Jing Rongyao found it a bit funny. Could it be that he thought she would miss him?

The letter paper is ordinary rice paper, and the handwriting is a bit casual. It seems that he took the time to write it during a break.

"My wife personally declares that today I and all the soldiers have arrived at Zhenmen Pass. We have not long left home, but we are already hundreds of miles away from you. I hope you can be safe and healthy at home. If you have any trouble, remember to discuss it with your grandma."

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Although the words are very simple, the content is very comprehensive. It seems to contain all his thoughts. All these thoughts are put together in sentences to become her. Jing Rongyao read these words, smiled slightly, and seemed to have something in her heart.

He murmured as if sensing, "This person is really interesting." In fact, Jing Rongyao didn't realize that a smile had secretly appeared on her lips. Yun Xi and Yan'er beside her couldn't help but chuckle when they saw this.

He said, "The young lady always says that she doesn't like my uncle, and only cares about money. But as soon as my uncle sent me a letter, I couldn't help but open it and read it. Isn't this very happy?"

However, even though they were snickering, they did not dare to show it loudly. They suppressed it and asked, "Miss, do you want to reply to my uncle?"

"Come on, tell him for me that I understand and tell him not to worry. I won't have any problems by myself."

"My servant understands." Yun Xi nodded with a smile. Then, Jing Rongyao folded the letter that Yun Xi handed over and put it in the cabinet. "Miss, you are really thoughtful." Yan'er beside her saw this.

He also joked with a smile, "You girl, why did you follow Yunxi's bad example? You know you have a poor mouth."

"No way, miss, Yan'er, I'm the most well-behaved. As she said that, she smiled and curled her lips, and before Jing Rongyao could blush and become angry, she immediately ran out.

"You girl." Jinrong Yao looked helplessly at Yan'er, who ran faster than a rabbit. He couldn't help but scolded. "It's all my fault for spoiling these girls. It seems that I will have to do it again in the future."

Just give these people more color." As he said this, he instinctively did not refute. Looking at the first letter folded in the cabinet, he seemed to be full of expectations for the future.

"Okay, since he is also working hard, then I can't lose." Thinking like this, Jing Rongyao cheered up again, smiling and cheering herself up.

This battle is not an easy task. If I, as the wife, do not believe that he can come back in the first place, then how can the emperor and these thousands of people believe in Fu Jinchen?

Thinking of this, she thought of Mrs. Liang again. The last time Xue Xuefu had murderous intentions towards her, she wanted to use Mrs. Liang to make her pick them clean. Is this because of the jealousy of her daughter's family, or the instigation of someone behind the scenes?

We don’t know, but what we do know is that this woman is definitely not a kind person.

If you hadn't planned to get Qiqi out of her misery, would you be able to take on the role of concubine?

"But it's okay if you do it. Since you took the initiative to provoke me, don't blame me for taking action on you."

Jing Rongyao's face turned cold. Things have to be done step by step. Now that Jing Peiyan's trouble has been solved for the time being, you, Xue Xuefu, will be next.

The rice paper on the table floated slightly in the wind. Jing Rongyao pondered for a while, and finally the writing brush hanging in the air fell down.

After a while, she finally stopped writing. After drying the ink stains on the brush, Jing Rongyao put the letter aside and pressed it with an inkstone. Then she stretched herself and looked at the sky outside the window.

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