Prince, the princess calls you to dream

Chapter 143
Tongquan reported to Bai Jiuxiao what he had heard about the early court, and Bai Jiuxiao leaned on the bedside and listened silently, his brows and eyes were light.

Unexpected.

She didn't worry about it.

"Who does the emperor send to send Ning Qingzhou back to Sanglin?"

This is what she is more concerned about.

Internal and external troubles, it is not ruled out that someone will attack Ning Qingzhou at this time and blame Da Zhao.

No, not excluded.

It is very possible.

People who are dissatisfied with her in the court and who are dissatisfied with returning Ning Qingzhou may attack.

Other border countries hope to stir up conflicts between Da Zhao and Sang Lin. If the two countries go to war, they may reap the benefits, and they may also start.

Even Sang Lin himself did not rule out the possibility of making a move.

The situation in Sang Lin's court is also in dire straits, and someone may use this to achieve some desired purpose.

All in all, the stakes are high.

"I haven't heard of this, so I'll go and find out." Tong Quan said.

"No need," Bai Jiuxiao told him, "Go and tell Deputy Envoy Lu, let him enter the palace and tell the emperor, let the emperor send a letter to Sang Lin, let Sang Lin send someone to pick him up, Da Zhao is not responsible for sending it."

The risk must be transferred, and there is no need for Da Zhao to bear it.

After Tongquan left, she slowly lay down again, extremely weak.

This time the gunpowder explosion hit the internal organs, and he had a high fever for several days and was severely dehydrated.

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At night, Bai Jiuxiao asked Tongquan to prepare a carrier pigeon.

Tongquan brought one over, but she was not satisfied, and brought another one over, but she was still not satisfied.

"If you want to fly a long distance, you can't be too thin, too thin and have no physical strength, and you can't be too fat, too fat to fly." Bai Jiuxiao said.

Tongquan had to go to the pigeon coop in the backyard to pick again.

The people in the house saw him running around with the pigeon in his arms, and finally took the scale to weigh the pigeon.

After changing it countless times, Bai Jiuxiao was finally satisfied.

Pointing to a copper basin filled with water on the table in the room: "Give it a bath, wash the feathers clean."

Tongquan: "."

Before I saw the letter for the first time, I had to give the pigeon a bath. Anyway, I had to experience wind, sun, rain, dew, frost and snow on the road, and it was useless to wash it clean.

But the master told him to do so.

He bathed the pigeons, while Bai Jiuxiao dipped his pen in ink and drew on the paper.

After washing the pigeons, he held them and waited beside him.

I have no idea what she's drawing.

He looked at it for a long time before realizing that what he was copying was a picture of happy plum shoots on the tea pot on the table.

Tong Quan didn't know why she copied this, was this the content of Fei Ge's biography?
All he knew was that he was working very hard, holding back his laughter, and managing his expressions.

Because the magpie is painted so well that chickens are not chickens, ducks are not ducks, and they don't look like birds at all.

And the plum blossoms are painted without exaggeration, just like piles of shit.

Although he knew that when the other princesses were playing piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting in elementary school, she was learning how to draw swords, swords, horses and archers in the training ground, and he had also seen her indescribable painting skills, but it was the first time that she painted so blindly.

Probably sensing his hard work, Bai Jiuxiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Laugh if you want to, because if you hold it back, you may get hurt internally." Bai Jiuxiao said in a calm voice with no expression on his face.

Tong Quan: "No, what is the prince painting this for?"

"Flying pigeons spread out."

Tongquan sweated: "This subordinate has the courage to ask, is the prince sure that the other party can understand?"

If he hadn't seen the tea pot and saw her copying it, he wouldn't have been able to tell what the painting was, it was like a ghost drawing.

"It's just that the other party can't understand." Bai Jiuxiao put the pen on the inkstone, held up the painting and looked at it, very satisfied.

　There are more tonight~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)