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Xia Yue prepared a pen and paper, and then brought over a small stool. She leaned on a stone table in the courtyard and said what she wanted to say to Xiao Linmu in all seriousness.

Xia Yang also took his brush and joined in the fun at the side.

His face was smeared with ink, like a kitten's.

"Elder sister, you should also write a letter to Brother Mu Lin." Xia Yang bit his brush and spoke to Xia Yi who had just came out from the kitchen.

"I won't write it." Xia Yi said, she did not have anything else she wanted to say to Xiao Linmu.

Xia Yi walked towards the stone table, "Let me see what you have written."

Xia Yang immediately showed what he had written to Xia Yi.

Xia Yi saw a piece of paper with irregular spots of ink. On it, the only thing she saw were two big words written crookedly: Yang.

Beside the words, there was a painting. It was barely possible to discern four people on the painting.

Two taller, two shorter.

Xia Yang enthusiastically introduced the place to Xia Yi: "This is the Brother Mu Lin, this is the big sister, this is the second big sister, and the one closest to you is me. Elder sister, do you see my drawing? "

Not only were Xia Yang's handwriting ugly, his style was also difficult to describe.

Seeing Xia Yang's expectant expression, Xia Yi still nodded her head and said a word that went against her heart, "Yes."

Xia Yang immediately became happy: "Brother Mu Lin will definitely be very happy to see my letter."

"What did Yue Yue write?" Xia Yi's eyes swept across Xia Yi's paper.

Xia Yue wrote quite a few words densely on the ground. Her words were delicate and pretty, much more pleasing to the eye than Xia Yang's.

Only, before Xia Yi could even clearly see what was written on it, she saw Xia Yue extend her arm and cover the paper with his palm.

Xia Yi laughed: "These are your secret words to the Brother Mu Lin? "Then big sister won't watch anymore."

After all the ink on the paper was completely dried up, Xia Yang and Xia Yue's letter were placed together and rolled into a thick paper cylinder.

The bamboo tube previously was no longer fit, so Xia Yi could only find a thicker bamboo tube and force Xia Yang's and Xia Yue's paper into it.

After tying the bamboo tube to the leg of the big white pigeon, it seemed very clumsy. The big white pigeon even found it difficult to move its claws forward.

"Can he still fly?" Xia Yi asked.

The big white pigeon flapped its wings and lowered its head.

In Xia Yi's eyes, it was as if she was nodding her head.

"Then please deliver the letter."

The big white dove flapped its wings and flew up from Xia Yi's palm. After circling a few times in the air, it flew above Xia Yi's courtyard and flew towards the south.

Only after knowing that the big white pigeon had disappeared from Xia Yi's field of vision did Xia Yi slowly retract her gaze.

She had seen extremely intelligent cats and dogs that understood human speech, but this was the first time she had seen pigeons that were so human.

In the past few days, she had never locked the pigeon in her cage, and the pigeon had never left either.

Now, she told the pigeon that she was going to send a letter to Xiao Linmu. She didn't even tell the pigeon the address, but the pigeon actually flew away by itself.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have dared to believe it.

"Phew, Big White finally left." Xia Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking at Xia Yang's frightened expression, Xia Yi could not help but laugh.

"Elder sister, can Xiao Bai really give the letter to Brother Mu Lin?" Xia Yue raised her head and looked in the direction the big white pigeon disappeared.

Xia Yi patted Xia Yue's head: "Xiao Bai is so smart, he will definitely remember the way back."

There was a shortage of food in South Hunan due to the effects of water disasters.

Although Xiao Linmu's status was respected, he had always ate the same food as ordinary soldiers.

Every day, he would eat brown rice and eat the bamboo shoots that Xia Yi gave him.

The officials who were accompanying Xiao Linmu naturally did not dare to be too extravagant or wasteful, and could only silently eat brown rice with Xiao Linmu.

Of course, Xiao Linmu would not give them Xia Yi's bamboo shoot.

These two days, Xiao Linmu was a little fidgety. Although the flood had been dealt with and the dikes reinforced, they still had to stay in Hunan to pacify the refugees and distribute the food for the disaster.

Looking at the date, it would at least take half a month to go back.

However, there was only a tiny bit of the bamboo shoot stem that Xia Yi had given him left, and she estimated that it would be eaten up in the next two days …

Xiao Linmu stood by the window with his hands behind his back, pondering about how he should contact Xia Yi this time.

Let Leng Qianjue find Xia Yi first?

Seems a bit reckless …

Last time, when Leng Qianjue sent a letter, he was afraid that he would not know that it was himself who sent the letter, and he had already sent it to Leng Qianjue once.

Would it be too obvious if he went this time?

Xiao Linmu could not help but recall the last letter.

He wrote countless letters and then threw them all away in a ball.

He wanted to say too much, but he was afraid of scaring Xia Yi. After thinking about it, he only sent a white piece of paper over, which meant that Xia Yi had guessed it herself.

But unexpectedly, Xia Yi never thought of anything else, and only thought that he wanted to eat the things he cooked.

Even so, Xiao Linmu was still very happy after receiving the bamboo shoot.

Xiao Linmu had always known that Xia Yi had some enmity towards him. This was because when she first met Xia Yi, she almost strangled him to death.

Afterwards, even if he directly stayed in Xia Yi's house, Xia Yi only thought of Xiao Linmu as a normal customer, and was unable to get close to him at all.

He could only boil the frog in warm water, he did not dare be too hasty, afraid that Xia Yi would be frightened.

Other than that, there was another very important reason.

He had to take care of the matters of the imperial court beforehand so that he could be at ease in the future.

Even though Xiao Linmu was in Xiangnan, his heart had long ago drifted to a certain small courtyard in the Zhongling Village.

While he was lost in thought, a small white figure suddenly flashed by.

The big white pigeon landed in front of Xiao Linmu's window and flapped its wings.

The bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's leg was too conspicuous, Xiao Linmu could immediately see through it.

Taking out the letter, he opened it and saw two sheets of paper neatly folded together.

Yang's picture was on top of it.

Xiao Linmu had taught him to write for so long, but Xiao Linmu was still able to recognize his handwriting.

A hint of a smile flashed across his eyes. In Yang's painting, four little people stood shoulder to shoulder, two taller little people stood in the middle, holding hands, and two shorter little people stood on two sides.

It looked like a harmonious family.

He could even accurately distinguish which one was him and which one was Xia Yi.

If Xia Yang knew that Xiao Linmu could read the meaning of his drawing with a glance, he would definitely be extremely happy.

Picking up the painting, Zhang Xuan saw a piece of paper with him densely written on it.

Looking at the words, Xiao Linmu could also recognize that it was Xia Yue's.

He did not rush to take a look. Instead, he flipped through the bamboo tube to see if there was another one that he had missed.

In the end, it turned out that there were only two. One was Xia Yang's, and the other was Xia Yue's.

Xia Yi did not participate.

Xiao Linmu felt a slight sense of loss in his heart.

Only then did he slowly open Xia Yue's letter, to see what Xia Yue had actually written in her heart.