Amazing crossing: the princess who was hunted down

Chapter 110 The White Pigeon Passes on Letters, Full of Wit and Wit (2)

When I opened the note, the faint fragrance of chrysanthemum came to my face. It turned out that there was a dried chrysanthemum in the note.

On the elegant plain paper, there are a few vigorous and powerful small characters dancing like dragons and phoenixes: Have you woken up yet?

Qing Luo couldn't help laughing out loud.

This Prince Anping released the pigeons early in the morning just to ask her if she got up?

When he got excited about playing for a while, he asked Yunque to carry the Four Treasures of the Study on his back, dipped a brush in ink, and wrote back a note: "Start up."

Then the pigeons were released.

In the past few months, in her spare time, she not only reads ancient books to recognize traditional characters, but also learns to write brush characters,
After practicing for so long, although her brush calligraphy can't be called delicate, it can still be seen anyway.

Seeing the snow-white pigeon fluttering away, she was overjoyed.
She could almost imagine how helpless the lovely Prince Anping would be when he saw the simple two words she replied.

"Girl, whose carrier pigeon is it?" Lark brought in the breakfast and asked curiously.

"A friend." Qing Luo said slowly.

Knowing that she didn't want to say more, Skylark tactfully withdrew.

An hour later, when Qing Luo was lazily sitting under the vines in the backyard, with his legs crossed, looking at the account books sent by Yindie for the past few days, the white dove flew over again.

Open the note, or a short line: Did you sleep well last night?
She was immediately happy.

It seems that this Prince Anping is also very leisurely, he has enough to eat all day and has nothing to do, so he played a game of you asking me to answer back and forth with her.

Well, since he wants to play, she will accompany him to the end, anyway, she is very leisurely.

So I replied with three words: not bad.

Then the pigeons were released.

This Lord Anping really is so idle, he is actually addicted to such a boring game, and he is enjoying himself so much,
Another hour later, his third note came: the handwriting is really ugly.

This criticism is really merciless.Qing Luo immediately replied unceremoniously: Yours is not much better.

In this way, the poor white pigeon acted as the messenger of the two, going back and forth between Anping Palace and Peiji Malatang,

Playing the drudgery of a postman, delivering this boring game played by two boring men and women.

(End of this chapter)