Raiders of the Duke and Duchess

The letter was written by Ji Wuyan himself and he rushed to deliver it to Shangguan's house.

She also wrote a letter to Yunzhou and asked Mr. Jiang for a piano score. She asked the old lady to write it on her behalf - she was afraid that she would write a letter rashly and ask Mr. Jiang for the music score. It didn't take long for Mr. Jiang to bring the music score to Yanjing City himself. Master, he is a bit shy about Yanjing City. He did talk about it vaguely after drinking, but it was just bits and pieces of the past. When I asked him about it in detail, he just smiled and stopped talking.

For the old man, those past events were emotions that he would subconsciously hide even when he was drunk.

The old lady wrote the letter, lowered her eyebrows and blew on the wet ink, and then looked at Ji Wuyan, with kind eyes and kind eyes, but a slight frown on her brows, and asked her, "Are you really going to that step?"

Despite asking this question, the old lady still handed over the letter in her hand, "Have a look, is it okay?"

Ji Wuyan took a rough look at it, folded the letter carefully, put it into the envelope, and then said, "I don't know, so I'm prepared... I hope I won't need it."

The old lady looked at her sideways, and the little girl kept saying "I hope I don't need it", but the expression on her face said "I hope the world will not be in chaos". The old lady shook her head helplessly and warned, "Keep it tight, after all, here is It's not Yunzhou... However, there is no need to be timid, I will keep an eye on the Jifeng child these days, and you young people can do whatever they want to do without worrying about us, the old and the young."

"I'm sorry to bother you." Ji Wuyan nodded in greeting and behaved obediently. He chatted with the old lady in the room for a while, and then took the letter and went to see Chaoyun, who was teaching the responsible person in the yard. How the purchasing maid keeps accounts is more convenient, faster and easier to check. Even having her hands wrapped into rice dumplings cannot stop her from worrying about this and that.

Ji Wuyan leaned against the door frame and watched for a while. The two people with their backs to the courtyard door did not notice her presence. Seeing this, Ji Wuyan did not go in to disturb the two people. When he turned around, he met the maid who came in with medicine. , asked a few questions about Chao Yun's recovery in a low voice, and got a positive answer. She also told him to take good care of him before having someone send him medicine.

It was already approaching evening, and the setting sun hung in the western sky, almost setting but not yet setting. In the distant sky, the clouds were suffused with orange-red warmth.

Pulling your gaze closer, you can still see the towering glazed tiles and the exquisite cornices. Just looking at it, you feel like you can hear the clear and sweet sound of the copper bells under the eaves swaying in the wind. .

It was the splendor that Shangguan Yuan liked, but to Ji Wuyan, he always felt more lonely than rich. He was like an old man who had experienced too many killings and seen too much life and death and became gradually numb. She was dressed in silk and satin, gold and silver jewels, but her eyes were lonely and desolate, piercing her bones and heart.

Such magnificence eventually became her exquisite prison, imprisoning her body and heart.

It's better to be free and comfortable in this world of mortals.

Looking away, not far away is the back garden of Ji's family.

As the sun sets, the half-grown child squats on the ground and wonders what he is doing. The side face facing here is bathed in the sunset, and the lines are gentle and beautiful. You can vaguely see the appearance of a young man. He held a little duck in both hands and smiled brightly and well-behaved at Shen Luoxin, who was also squatting on the ground. "Sister Shen, look at my little duck, is it cute?" Even though Shen Luoxin was in a depressed mood, she couldn't bear it. Scorning a child's innocence, she pursed her lips and nodded in agreement, "Cute."

The child was as happy as if he had found a soulmate.

"Really? Brother Chu also said he was ugly, and said he wouldn't even take the money given to him... He's obviously very cute! Brother Chu really has no sense!" As he said this, Jifeng pursed his lips and hummed again. He made a sound, very dissatisfied that the man disliked his little duck.

Shen Luoxin sat directly on the floor, looking at the little yellow duck in Jifeng's hand with a slightly sideways look, and nodded, very pertinently, "Brother Chu really has no vision."

"Ok!"

Sure enough, Sister Shen has always been his confidant. They like the same little yellow duck. They also dislike Brother Chu's eyes. Jifeng Wu nodded his head seriously, but was held down by a hand stretched out from behind. The man squinted at him condescendingly and reminded, "What's wrong with me saying it's ugly? Isn't it ugly? Are you still shaking your head? At such a young age, there is nothing wrong with raising a duck. You raise a duck... You didn't see that duck for sale?" Did the old man look at the expression on your face when you picked and bought an ugly duck? They sold it to duck farmers. The farmers raised the ducks and then sold them to our house. The cooks grew old. Duck soup, let me serve it to you again... Something for people to fill their stomachs has nothing to do with whether it is cute or not..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the child jumped to his feet, stood up and slapped him in the face.

Shangguan Chu was stunned. The child was not tall, and the slap was only on his waist. The force was not heavy, but... this suddenness caught people off guard.

Ji Wuyan, who was watching not far away, was also stunned. Jifeng is a child who is smart, precocious, and sensitive. Those experiences in his early years have made him always cautious and obedient in his bones. Even if he is wronged, he usually hides alone and feels uncomfortable. He has never been beaten like this today. people.

Ji Wuyan raised his feet and was about to step forward when he saw the child with one hand on his hips and one hand holding up his little duck. With a chubby face full of anger, he stared up at Shangguan Chu and protested loudly, "My little duck." It’s not ugly at all! That’s the most beautiful one I picked out from the baskets of little ducks! And even if the little duck I raise is grown, it’s not for eating! My little duck only needs to be happy With your heart growing up, you can swim and paddle freely in the pond! It will become a little duck that is different from all other ducks!"

The child spoke righteously, with an expression as if he was about to cry. He reiterated over and over again that it was his little duck.

Shangguan Chu choked when he was yelled at. Then he looked at the half-grown child with red eyes in front of him. He felt guilty for no reason. He looked at Shen Luoxin, who was frowning. He looked like he didn't want to pay attention to him. He touched her again. The nose was neither straight nor strong. Although it was a bit confusing to be yelled at, he still "coaxed" perfunctorily, "Hey...what's wrong? This ugly thing can't be called ugly anymore? Besides, who will Did you buy this ugly thing that no one wants for a lot of money? Isn’t it me..."

Obviously, Mr. Shangguan doesn't know how to coax people.

In his perfunctory words of relief that kept the word "ugly" in mind, the young master Jifeng let out an "ouch" and burst into tears.