Chu Jian stuffed the freshly rinsed fish fillets into his mouth and looked at Wen Jin curiously, "What message are you sending?"
"Do you still remember the craftsman who built the wall that Xiaobai bit last time?" Wen Jin said.
When I first saw him, he immediately nodded, "The one where the woman is disguised as a man! She is now a high official!"
Wen Jin smiled slightly, his eyes bright.
She put her hand into her pocket and thought about "pen, ink, paper and inkstone".
"Sister, do you want to send her a letter?" Chu Jian cleared the dishes on the stone table to make room for Wen Jin to write a letter.
"What message does sister want to convey to her? Do you want her to save us?"
Wen Jin took out the Four Treasures of the Study from his pocket.
While she was studying the ink, she looked at Chu Jian earnestly and sincerely.
"First meeting, I'm sorry... there are many things, I can't tell you clearly now..."
"Because this matter is not only related to me, but also the life and death of many people... When the matter is completed, I will let you beat me and scold me."
Chu Jian looked at Wen Jin in surprise.
Wen Jin smiled apologetically at her and raised his hand to touch her head.
Chu Jian pursed her lips, "Sister, what did you say?"
"How could I beat you and scold you? If you don't tell me, you must have your reasons! Just tell me when you can tell me, right?"
After Chu Jian finished speaking, he used his long chopsticks to grab a bowl of food.
She deliberately turned her back to Wen Jin to show that she would not peek so that Wen Jin could concentrate on writing.
Seeing this for the first time, Wen Jin felt warm in his heart.
"Thank you, first meeting..." she said softly.
Wen Jin picked up the pen, hesitated for a moment, then moved the pen to her left hand and wrote, "Everything is fine, Xiaobai, don't read it. It's inconvenient to go out, but I hope to hear from you. If you see this letter, write a reply within a moment. , I will get it myself. If it is not taken away after two moments, burn this letter."
After Wen Jin finished writing this letter, he let out a long breath.
Whether it will work or not... is yet to be seen. She can't reveal too much information in this letter, lest it get into the hands of others.
Xiaobai is the name Yueer gave to the Snow Mastiff.
If the letter really falls into the hands of others, the name won't reveal too many secrets.
Wen Jin folded the paper, held it in her hand, and put it into her pocket.
She closed her eyes and thought silently in her heart, give the letter to Yue'er, give it to Yue'er...
With a bang, Wen Jin felt his hands were empty.
She quickly opened her eyes, and the hand holding the letter was empty.
Although Chu Jian was not idle, she kept her ears open, paying attention to Wen Jin's movements.
She heard Wen Jin take a breath and immediately asked with concern: "Did you send it out?"
Wen Jin nodded slowly, "Sent it away."
It was given away, but she had no idea whether it could be delivered to Yue'er.
And there was no clepsydra here... How could she guarantee a quarter of an hour's wait?
She knows that when people are waiting, their perception of time has a huge error, and they will always feel that seconds are like years.
Wen Jin licked his lips nervously and raised his eyes to meet Chu Jian's turned gaze.
"Just send it out. I knew that sister would be able to do it...Sister, why are you still so nervous and uneasy?" Chu Jian asked in surprise as the corners of his mouth were full of oil after eating.
"A quarter of an hour...can you be aware and sure?" Wen Jin was a little embarrassed. She didn't tell Chu Jian anything, and still needed Chu Jian's help in everything.
But he didn't seem to care at first sight, "Okay! Although Taoism cannot be used in the secret room down here, it is not difficult to sense time! Wait for me!"
When Chu saw it, she immediately put down her chopsticks and wiped the oil on her mouth with a handkerchief. She returned to the bed and sat cross-legged, with her hands on her knees and her fingers forming a seal.
Seeing her closing her eyes and regulating her breath for the first time... In the antique pot, the slices of meat she put in were floating and sinking with the boiling soup.
The soup is full of color, flavor and bubbles.
Wen Jin clasped his hands tightly and stared at Chu Jian... Will Yue'er receive her letter? Can you write a reply within a moment?
Was the moment she gave Yue'er too short? What if Yue'er's reply is not well written?
But if she waits too long, will Yue'er be disappointed? Will you burn the written letter?
"No," Wen Jin suddenly said to himself in the bottom of his heart, "Stop, don't think about it. Random thoughts are the most internal source of internal friction. You must be in the present."
"We're here." Chu Jian suddenly opened his eyes and said to Wen Jin with bright eyes, "The time has arrived."
Wen Jin didn't hesitate, and immediately put his hand into his pocket, thinking silently in his heart, "Yueer's reply, Yueer's reply..."
At first her hands were empty and she felt nothing.
Just when she couldn't help but have random thoughts again... She told herself to focus and let the thoughts flow through her, but don't get entangled with those thoughts.
Whether it succeeds or fails, she has tried her best. Work hard on the process and let the results take their own course.
"Huh?" Just as she regained her composure, Wen Jin found something in her hand, and she quickly took it out to take a look.
"It's a letter! It's done, sister has received a reply!" Chu Jian's voice was excited, but he also deliberately lowered his volume.
Wen Jin looked at her in surprise, her heartbeat rumbling.
"Quick, open it and take a look! Is it the reply that sister is waiting for?" Chu Jian looked at Wen Jin with bright eyes, but before Wen Jin could react, she immediately returned to the pot to avoid suspicion, She continued to enjoy the meat slices happily, and she didn't even glance at Wen Jin's hand.
Wen Jin took a deep breath and slowly unfolded the folded letter in his hand.
"Meet Xin'an! How did you do it? Can you teach me? By the way, I have a premonition that you will have a 'disaster in prison'. I don't know if it is accurate, but we still decided to go to Shen's Mansion to find out. . Taking the lead, I hope you are safe."
Wen Jin stared at this reply, which was not long, in a daze.
It is Yue'er's handwriting, and it is more vigorous and steady than before. Her Yue'er has also grown up...
This is not the point. The point is...the information revealed in this short letter.
"I have a premonition that I will be imprisoned..."
"Go to Shen Mansion to find out... take the lead?"
Wen Jin murmured in his mouth, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, "Is Ma Qiancheng here? She came to Shen Mansion to look for me?"
"If Yue'er can have a premonition that I am behind bars and can infer that I am in the Shen Mansion, then there is no reason for Zhuan Xu not to know... Unless, he is no longer in Kyoto!"
Wen Jin's eyes suddenly narrowed, "In this case, we have no choice but to take another risk!"
Wen Jin spread the paper again and polished the ink.
Chu Jian was anxious on the side, "Hmm..." he said something vaguely.
She had her mouth full of food and her speech was slurred.
Wen Jin didn't pay attention to what she said and wrote: "The Imperial Guard is going to Dengzhou and leave quickly to avoid his sharp edge."
Wen Jin didn't bother to dry the ink, so he quickly took the short letter and stuffed it into his pocket, silently chanting in his heart, "Give the letter to Yu'er, give the letter to Yu'er..."
Although the letter to Yue'er has been successfully tested, Yue'er is still in the same capital after all, so close!
But Yu'er is far away in Dengzhou! Thousands of miles away, whether this bag can deliver the letter accurately... Wen Jin is not sure at all.
With a bang, her hand was empty.
Wen Jin exhaled anxiously and looked at Chu Jian, "What did you just say?"
