Wishful Things

The next moment, the boy put away the letter, got up and walked to the side bookcase, took out a mechanism box from the cabinet, and skillfully opened it.

Inside the box was a neatly folded handkerchief and a tendril hairpin.

Seeing the boy put the letter in, Ah Yuan couldn't help being surprised again.

This mechanism box was specially made by a famous craftsman called by the prince. The material is special and the mechanism is complicated. It is specially used for the son to hold important things. The son always reads letters, which are always burned after reading. How can you return this letter now? Put it in the mechanism box?

But the master's work is not something that a servant should spy on.

Ah Yuan obediently looked away.

Wu Chao also put the ginkgo leaf into the box.

Subconsciously, he wanted to put the Celestial Eye Feather in, but in the middle of the action, he still felt that it was unnecessary and weird, so he casually threw it in the cabinet.

This feather is really nothing unusual, if not for Xu Mingyi's intentions, it shouldn't even stay in the bookcase.

After putting away the box, Wu Chao instructed A Yuan who was guarding outside: "Bring the pen and ink."

Ah Yuan quickly agreed.

I understand in my heart that the son is going to write a reply.

Bringing the pen and paper, and after grinding the ink, Ah Yuan tactfully retreated without Wu Chao asking.

This defense lasted more than half an hour.

Ah Yuan glanced at the already dark sky outside - without a doubt, this was the worst 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 from the inner room, and handed the sealed letter paper to the servant.

"yes."

The rain outside had stopped, so Ah Yuan went to find Sui Jiang immediately.

On the way, he couldn't help pinching the thickness of the envelope.

Is this writing a letter or writing a storybook...

No wonder I heard that the young master had rubbed ink again on the way.

Even though it didn't say who it was for on the envelope, she could tell Ah Yuan intuitively that her young master was so abnormal, he probably had a sweetheart!

This realization made the boy a little excited.

So when he saw Sui Jiang, he tentatively asked a few words.

Sui Jiang shook his head.

"Didn't you hear anything in Beijing?" A Yuan asked unwillingly.

"I've only been in Beijing for a few days?" Sui Jiang asked back.

Ah Yuan thought about it too.

Sui Jiang seems to have just entered Beijing, and was sent by the young master to find out the whereabouts of Sui Shan——

Thinking of this, Ah Yuan asked solemnly: "Has the whereabouts of Suishan been traced recently?"

Previously, Sui Jiang took Mr. Fang, who was bald and bald, but quite capable, to vaguely trace that Suishan was still alive.

"Recently, the son asked me to withdraw the spies from all over the place, so I didn't pay attention to this matter anymore."

Ah Yuan was taken aback.

Finally got a clue, why not keep an eye on it?

According to his understanding of Young Master, there must be only one possibility: "Young Master has other plans?"

After all, Suishan is very vigilant and good at hiding, so young master Xu has other preparations.

"It should be." Sui Jiang said: "But the young master never said it clearly, nor did he tell me to wait."

Ah Yuan sighed slightly: "If Suishan is really still alive, this kind of betrayal to the young master will definitely make it difficult to trust the people around him in the future..."

Not just them.

This time, young master, even the people in the clan kept it a secret.

As for the discovery of Suishan's whereabouts, the young master never told anyone in the clan, including the prince, just to prevent the news from leaking.

The incident that happened on the way to Beijing back then almost cost the son's life, who is behind the scenes has yet to be ascertained——

But if Suishan can be captured alive, the truth will surely be revealed by then.

But the young master always has his own plan in doing things, the more calm and unmoved he is now, the more people feel that he must have made up his mind after thinking about it carefully.

When A Fang returned to the courtyard, he saw his young master eating dinner.

"Put another bowl." Wu Chao put down the empty bowl and ordered.

The servant Ahxiu soon brought over a bowl full of fragrant rice.

Young master has eaten three full bowls of rice...

But these dishes are not too different from the usual ones, how can they make the young master's appetite so good?

Ah Yuan glanced at the empty rice bowl on the table, and gave two "tsk tsk" in amazement.

It seems that the letter was indeed sent by the young master's favorite girl.

But... Anyway, it's just a letter, just a leaf, and the young master is so happy that he even ate a few more bowls of rice. If this really brings him back, what's the deal?

Cooperating with the arrogant and desolate young master of his family, is it so easy to be satisfied when his heart is moved, and he can't hide what's on his mind?

Looking at his master who was in a happy mood, as if he could eat a cow, Ah Yuan suddenly couldn't help but began to worry about whether his son, who has always been wise and powerful, would be fooled by the girl who wrote the letter...

After eating, Wu Chao went to the study to deal with clan affairs.

When I came out, it was almost midnight.

He is used to finishing things on the same day, and it took too much time to read and reply letters today, but the business that should be done cannot be delayed.

After bathing and changing, Wu Chao lay on the bed and asked someone to turn off the lights.

Today, he has been traveling outside for most of the day, and he didn't rest for a while, but he still doesn't feel sleepy right now.

The young man rested his arms on his pillow, and his mind was full of the contents of that letter.

Xu Mingyi told him many daily things...

She seems very willing to share this with him?

Thinking in this way, the boy couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, turned his head sideways, and looked at the bookcase.

He only read it seven or eight times at that time, should he take it out again?

But the lights are out—

Though thinking like this, the boy turned over and got off the bed neatly, took out the mechanism box, and returned to the bed.

I wanted to open it, but it still felt inappropriate halfway through the action.

There are also Xu Mingyi's handkerchief and hairpin inside, they are all close-fitting things, it is not appropriate for him to keep them privately, but now that someone is lying on the bed in the middle of the night, if they take them out... what will it be?

A little too disrespectful, right?

He can't allow anyone to blaspheme Xu Mingyi, not even himself——

Thinking about it like this, the young man put the box on the high stool beside the bed with a serious expression and a little uneasiness.

He was lying on his side, facing out.

The wind rustled outside the window, like the tossing and turning emotions of a young boy indoors who couldn't calm down.

...

At the same moment, it was raining heavily in Beijing.

In the dark night, the Princess' Mansion was shrouded in wet and cold rain and mist, and the rainwater was like beads in strings, bouncing and crackling on the glazed tiles.

Under such a noisy rain, every tiny movement seemed to be covered up invisible.

In Princess Jingrong's residence, 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 lightly, and he entered the inner room without a sound.

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