Seeing Wen Xiaoyun refolding the letter, Fu Yunlang straightened up slightly, looked up at her delicate face, and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Wen, what do you think of what Mrs. Yin told us?"
Hearing Fu Yunlang's question, Wen Xiaoyun frowned slightly and raised her eyes to meet his gaze coldly, "Did my aunt say anything else in her letter to you? "
"There is no one else here. Brother Wen, please don't see anyone else. Just call me Yunlang." After saying that, Fu Yunlang raised his hand and took out another letter from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Xiaoyun. "Mrs. Yin is writing to Yunlang." Lang’s letter mentioned two tasks that can fundamentally solve the chaos in Teng County. He also specifically asked Yun Lang to fully cooperate with Brother Wen.”
After hearing this, Wen Xiaoyun felt a little relieved.
At first, based on Fu Yunlang's question, he was highly suspicious of having read Aunt Huangfu's letter in advance.
Because the letter was written personally and signed by Wen Xiaojun, the seal of the envelope was sealed. But no honorable man should open this letter that does not belong to him.
Now looking at Fu Yunlang's magnanimous eyes and his explanation that one point too much is too much and one point too little is too small, Wen Xiaoyun believed what he said was true.
After all, Aunt Huangfu and Uncle Yin were the ones entrusted by them, so they should always be trusted.
However, although her guard was down, Wen Xiaoyun still took the letter smoothly, took out the letter paper from the envelope, and briefly glanced at it.
After finally confirming that the handwriting of both letters was written by the same person, Fu Yunlang's letter was folded and placed again on the table in front of Fu Yunlang.
Then she rubbed her hands together, crumbling her letter and tearing it into pieces before putting it in her mouth.
Even though she was chewing the letter, she did not forget to answer Fu Yunlang's question. She said vaguely: "Two tasks must be done, and the difficulty lies in the one-month deadline. Brother Yunlang should already know that Xiaoyun has been piled up with a lot of chores by the Yang family. One. In one month, there is no problem in organizing such documents. In one month, all of it is used to investigate a case that is not too old, and it is also possible to win it. The only difficulty is that the two things are crowded together. Do it together."
At this point, the ball of rotten paper in her throat suddenly blocked, choking Wen Xiaoyun violently. She hurriedly bent down, swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, and pushed it down with all her strength.
Opposite him, Fu Yunlang opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Wen Xiaoyun in disbelief.
According to the summary of various situations of handling secret letters in history books, shouldn’t the most convenient and effective method be to put top-secret letters on a candle and burn them?
There are no villains around to force you right now, so why do you resort to the self-abuse method of swallowing the note alive?
Is this the basic quality that a person who can do practical things in the officialdom should have?
But before the stunned Fu Yunlang could come up with his answer in his mind, he was frightened by Wen Xiaoyun's appearance of almost being stuck.
He stood up hurriedly, turned over the tea cup on the tea tray on the desk, poured a cup of hot tea in a hurry, held it carefully with both hands and leaned forward to hand it to Wen Xiaoyun.
Wen Xiaojun (shuo) said (bu) didn't (chu) say (hua) and grabbed the tea cup. He didn't care about scalding his mouth. He raised his neck and poured it into the cup.
After finally swallowing the ball of paper in her throat, she leaned on the edge of the table to catch her breath.
Seeing Wen Xiaoyun pressing the corner of the table and breathing heavily, Fu Yunlang held on to the teapot and gave her another cup of tea, "Brother Wen, are you feeling better?"
Wen Xiaoyun raised her hand and patted her chest, and nodded tiredly.
