Wen Jin ordered someone to bring Yue'er.
She also asked her confidants to guard outside the flower hall.
She wanted Han Xian to give it a try and take the mother and daughter back to Kyoto to meet Xiao Yuchen.
Go ask him if he is helping them secretly?
Did he practice some "evil magic"?
Although Han Xian said, it is not called magic.
He said that the so-called "good and evil" are often people's one-sided and narrow views.
"It's just a try," Han Xian said. "Since the transmission notes cannot be transmitted back to Kyoto, the Taoist method may not work well either."
Wen Jin nodded, "I have to try it."
As a child, I lived a relaxed life without any worries or worries.
Yue'er laughed all the way, yelled and played games with the palace servants, and ran to the flower hall.
"Auntie called me?" Yue'er wiped the sweat from her face.
Her fair little face looked particularly rosy from running fast, with a healthy complexion and vibrant eyebrows, and she looked at Wen Jin with burning eyes.
"Don't Yue'er miss daddy? Now, Taifu Han is here, we..."
Before Wen Jin finished speaking, there was a sudden sound from outside.
Everyone in the room heard the sound and looked outside.
I saw a big eagle, with its wings flapping, landing on the corridor outside the flower hall.
"This is the palace's trust eagle." Wen Jin recognized the eagle.
"Is it a letter from daddy?" Yue'er asked.
Wen Jin stepped forward to take the letter from the eagle's ankle.
Before she could take the letter down, she heard another pounding sound.
"Oh... so many!" Han Xian exclaimed.
Wen Jin heard the sound and looked up.
I saw that the sky looked like swan geese passing by, and a group of eagles flew in an endless stream.
Eagles are birds of prey, and their habits are completely different from those of geese that live in groups.
They don't like to live in groups and prefer to act alone.
But the scene in front of him seemed to challenge Wen Jin's understanding...
So many eagles, so much movement.
Even the servants in Wen Shengjun's house raised their heads to watch this extremely rare scene.
Wen Jin's brows knitted into knots as he looked at the yard filled with eagles lining up to open letters.
Xiao Yuchen's behavior was absolutely revenge!
With so many letters, how verbose must he be?
Seeing her opening the letter by herself, she either tired herself or made the eagle tired of waiting.
Wen Jin waved her hand and asked her entourage, including Yue'er, to join the battle and open the letter together.
Wait until the disassembly is completed...
Wen Jin was even more certain - Xiao Yuchen did it on purpose!
He only had one reply to Wen Jin, and there were so many eagles left, which were his letters to Yue'er!
Well, to be precise, it’s not a letter, it’s a picture book.
Xiao Yuchen said to Yue'er in the letter, "My father also misses Yue'er very much, but he can't leave. How can I ease my father's longing for Yue'er?
"After much thought, my father came up with a good idea! My father painted this picture album. My father's painting skills may not be as good as those of the court painters, but my father's brushwork contains his longing for Yue'er."
The remaining "letters" are paintings broken into pages.
The footer of each painting is also numbered.
Yue'er took the paintings with great interest and arranged them in order, "Where's the third page? I have one or two here... Page 6, who has the sixth page?"
The palace ladies were busy all over the courtyard, laying out the extremely thin parchment for her and handing it to her according to the page number.
"Auntie, look! Daddy is in the painting, telling Yue'er a story!"
Wen Jin looked at Yue'er's hand and saw that Xiao Yuchen's painting skills were good.
Wen Jin had already learned the lesson when he painted the "yaoji" on mahjong.
After all these years, his skills are not stale.
Although the paintings for Yue'er were not colored, the characters outlined in fine brushwork appeared on the paper, simple yet full of fun.
The plot of the story is also very simple. The most important thing is that for children of Yue'er's age, it is very easy to understand and not difficult to understand.
Yue'er was firmly attracted by the picture album in her hand.
The stories in the paintings are also very simple, most of them are stories from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
"Daddy is so awesome! Daddy is so awesome!" Yueer cheered every time she put together a piece.
When she completed the ninety-nine pages of the picture book, she cheered and said, "I'll go find cousin Jingyang to read it together!"
Yue'er has forgotten why her mother asked her to come.
She cheered and ran away to find Jingyang.
The servants in Wen Shengjun's house were speechless in amazement...
"The emperor is so busy that he has drawn so many pictures by himself just to make the little princess happy?"
"You love your daughter so much!"
“A father who is so caring and loving must also be a loving monarch.”
Later, even Wen Shengjun couldn't help complaining to Wen Jin... Wen Jingyang quietly told him that he envied Princess Mingyue for having such a loving and doting father.
Wen Jingyang still looked at him with that admiring and pitiful look.
It makes him feel like he feels sorry for his son and is not a good father...
Yue'er got her father's autographed painting and never mentioned returning to Kyoto to find her father again.
In Xiao Yuchen's letter to Wen Jin, he explained that everything was fine in Kyoto, but there were too many discounts sent to Kyoto from various places.
He was really busy approving memorials and handling government affairs.
In addition, the air pressure in Kyoto is low, like the sultry feeling before a storm.
He also found that the telepathic talismans didn't work, and he thought it might have something to do with the environment in Kyoto.
When Wen Jin read the letter, he felt that what Xiao Yuchen said made sense.
Moreover, he can still draw so many pictures. Even if it is a "simple drawing", it will take a lot of time...
But two days later, Wen Jin suddenly felt something was wrong.
She called Han Xian and said, "We still have to go back to Kyoto."
Han Xian looked at her, "Your Majesty, are you worried about the Emperor?"
"He said he was very busy reviewing memorials. How could he still have time to draw the Classic of Mountains and Seas for Yue'er? Being busy was clearly an excuse. What on earth was he busy with?" Wen Jin said with a frown.
Han Xian nodded, "I'm not worried, so let's go back and give it a try. It just so happens that it's convenient now that we're in Uncle Guo's house."
"I won't take Yue'er with me anymore." Wen Jin thought for a while and said, "She is satisfied with her father's handwritten paintings. She calls Jingyang to read the painting book with her every day... In case there is any trouble in Beijing, It’s not convenient to take her with you.”
Han Xian nodded in agreement.
After all, we are outside here, so there will be rumors.
Wen Jin asked Han Xian to return to his own residence.
She pretended to close the door and take a nap, then entered the space to find Han Xian.
Han Xian opened the window and closed the door, waiting in the room.
Wen Jin climbed through the window and came in. Han Xian immediately made a hand gesture and recited his thoughts silently.
However, a moment passed, half a minute passed... The two stood motionless in the room.
There is no white fog, no movement, no change.
"If you can't go back to Kyoto, you can go to a nearby place, just like the last time you went back to Kyoto." Wen Jin said.
Han Xian closed his eyes, allowed himself to focus more, and then tried again.
Wen Jin also seemed a little nervous. She had a premonition that she was going to fail...
After staring for a moment, Han Xian opened his eyes dejectedly, "No, Han's Taoism seems to have failed?"
Wen Jin was stunned. She thought that she might not be able to return to Kyoto, or even get close to Kyoto.
But she didn't expect that Han Xian would actually say that his Taoism was malfunctioning?
"Where else? Let's try to find Yu'er and Zhou Lingfeng?" Wen Jin said.
Han Xian shook his head uneasily, "I tried it just now, but it didn't work, it didn't work..."
