"Weren't you drunk just now? Why are you not drunk at all now? Shameless, pretending to be drunk again!" When Xiao Han grabbed the letter with his hands, the fool scratched his head and muttered secretly.
"Hmm? What are you mumbling about?" Xiao Han, who was holding the letter, glanced at the idiot and asked in a conspiratorial manner.
When the fool heard this, he got excited and hurriedly said with a silly smile: "No, it's nothing! I just want to say that when we entered the Qinling Mountains in Lantian County, a man who claimed to be a servant of the Yan family asked me to give it to you."
"The servant of the Yan family? That Yan family? It can't be Mr. Yan Zitui, right?!" Xiao Han was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then felt depressed.
Why does he feel that Chang'an City is like a sieve, and any information can be revealed! He also asked his servants to wait in Lantian, so he told himself clearly: Boy! I know what you're going to do!
"Hehe, it's Mr. Yan Zhitui!" The idiot outside the window didn't notice the change in Xiao Han's face, and still smiled coyly: "The person who sent the letter also specially asked me. He said that he must give it to you when you are most troubled. Look! If you look at it, you will feel better!"
Okay, now I understand why this letter is in my hands now. It is estimated that only Yan Zhitui can understand the people around him so well, and can specially arrange for someone to give the letter to a stupid fool!
If he had dared to give the letter to Xiaodong, Xiao Han was absolutely sure that within a quarter of an hour, Xiaodong, the licking dog, would have handed the letter to his hand smoothly.
"Tch! Mysterious, pretending to be a ghost!"
However, thinking so, Xiao Han was still full of curiosity about the content of this letter.
After inspecting the mottled paint, Xiao Han didn't bother to go back to the light, so he stood by the window, tore open the letter, and read it by the moonlight above his head.
This letter is very short, and it cannot even be called a letter, because there is only a short paragraph written in strong and thick ink on such a large piece of paper:
Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; have no intention of leaving or leaving, watch the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.
"Eh? Mr. Hou, what did Mr. Yan write?"
Standing outside the window sill, Lunzi saw Xiao Han's face turn pale at first, and then slowly turn back to normal. He couldn't help but be very curious about this magical letter, and stretched his neck to see the contents of the letter.
"It's none of your business what you write?"
The action of Lunzi stretching his neck woke up Xiao Han who was deep in thought. He first gave Lunzi a blank look, then crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball and wanted to throw it away, but he felt that there was something wrong with this. Unroll it again and smooth it out.
"Hey, after all, it's a calligraphy handwritten by Yan Zhitui. Maybe I can sell it for two bucks in the future..."
After muttering something in a low voice, Xiao Han suddenly felt angry again when he saw the fool still standing in front of the window. He gritted his teeth and scolded: "Why are you still standing here?"
"Ah?" The dumbfounded man was stunned and quickly shrank his neck: "I'm leaving! I'm leaving now!"
"Let's go? Come back here!" Xiao Han saw the fool crouching and trying to burrow into the flowers again. He couldn't help but shouted again: "Tell me the truth. When Yan Zhidui gave you a few letters, shouldn't you? Let’s learn from that ingenious trick and get you three or five letters, right?”
Seeing Xiao Han's unkind look, the fool who was stopped immediately cried out that he was wronged, waved his hands and said: "No! Absolutely not! Just this one!"
Xiao Han saw that the fool didn't look like he was faking it, so he snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on the wrinkled paper again: "Well, go and get me paper, pen, and an envelope!"
"Ah?" The idiot opened his mouth wide and murmured, "Where can I get it?"
Xiao Han glared and yelled angrily: "Where to get it! I don't care where you get it! If you can't get it in a cup of tea, I won't skin you!"*
The fool was so scolded that he didn't dare to ask any more questions and ran away quickly.
When Xiao Han saw this, he snorted coldly, closed the window and returned to the table, poured another full cup of tea, raised his head and drank it all.
"Don't be surprised, just watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; I don't care if you go or stay, just watch the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky! Mr. Yan, it's easy for you to say that, but how many people in this world can live without worries?"
Xiao Han understood Yan Zhidui's letter to Xiao Han! See it clearly too!
It's funny that I was talking about how easy it is to change people's hearts, but they said that people's hearts are easy to change.
Now it seems that it is not the old friend's heart that has changed, but my own.
The soldiers who conquered the Turks were squeezed out, and I was angry!
The firearms workshop was taken away and he used his own tricks!
Xiao Qi didn't follow her plan, and she also got angry.
When did the Hou Xiaohan of Sanyuan County, who had no desires and desires, start to become careless and fight for power?
This time, the emperor didn't say a word and was directly sent to Lingnan to investigate Feng Ang. Wasn't there any knock on him in it?
“If you don’t forget your original intention, you will always succeed!”
Chewing this familiar phrase in his mouth, Xiao Han's gloomy face finally relaxed a little bit.
Sure enough, what clouds the mind is often just a thin layer of mist. As long as someone gives a little reminder, it will immediately have the effect of clearing up the clouds and revealing the sun.
"Master Marquis, your pen and paper! Huh? Why do you feel something is different?"
A moment later, when the fool rushed into the room with a pen and paper in hand, sweating profusely, he suddenly discovered that the Xiao Han at this time seemed to be a little different from the Xiao Han before!
The oppressive aura on his body a few days ago disappeared at this moment? What we have now is just the warm feeling that made people feel like a spring breeze in the earliest days.
At this moment, Xiao Han was too lazy to explain anything to the idiot. He took the langhao pen, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write a letter on the letter paper with a font that looked like snow mud and chicken feet.
The first letter was written to Xiao Lizi. There was no need to admit his mistake or be pretentious. It just needed to be the same as usual. Xiao Han believed that Xiao Lizi would understand it.
My Emperor, Holy Ann:
I came to Hanzhong today. I was in such a hurry that I almost got hit by lightning! I was very frightened, but from my experience, I discovered another strange thing: the sky thunder seemed to be particularly fond of metal objects and tall objects. Reminiscing that the high hall of the palace was hit by the sky lightning, I suggested to get iron spears and other objects. The other end of the roof is connected with an iron chain and buried in the earth, which will definitely relieve the pain of lightning strikes...
As for this second letter, it is for Yan Zhitui.
Yan Zhi sent him two poems, which was disrespectful!
So Xiao Han not only sent back poems, but also specially sent a whole poem! I don’t know if Li Taibai’s peerless poetry can make the old man pull off the last few beards.
I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.
Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
I sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
