For some reason, Xuanye felt distressed when he looked at this person recently.

I will think of some things from the past, about rumors, about the truth, about God, about the fight for the throne of the Kowloon... and this person's cold childhood.

He seemed to understand something, so he felt...

It is rare for her to lie down and sleep peacefully like now. He couldn't bear to disturb her rest at night.

So the next day, Zhou Yanqing turned over and saw that he was the only one on the bed.

She knew that it must be that someone came again last night, so Cen Yining was driven away.

After she washed up, Lin Wenzhou submitted a letter, thinking that he really didn't think that the marshal's strong man could be so stingy when he played with this romantic relationship.

This time, Xuanye’s letter replied was more like a self-introduction.

‘I’ll declare first, I…I’m not stupid at all.

I know why you didn’t reply to me at the beginning, and why you only replied to one word. You probably don’t want us to have too close contact.

But I think that even if it is not a blessing, even if it is just a friend, we should know each other...

Based on this as the premise.

I like black, but people prefer to wear black when they are in the border. Black is resistant to dirt and even if it is bleeding, it cannot be seen, so it will not shake the morale of the army.

I like to eat meat. In my early years, the soldiers and horses were weak at the border. I was really scared when I was poor. The whole army, whether it was soldiers or soldiers, was extremely lacking in oil.

I don’t like Liu Mu and I like art and elegance on weekdays, so calligraphy and calligraphy are just a big deal!

I like to do something real!

I may not have a good temper, my voice may be a little loud, but don't be afraid, you treat me as a paper tiger, I can just look at it and be fooled...'

This time, Xuanye wrote a thick stack of letters to explain his own life, as if so that Zhou Yanqing could understand him faster and faster, and wanted Zhou Yanqing to have a concept of him.

Zhou Yanqing smiled as she looked at it, and she felt that this person was quite funny.

She thought about it for a long time. She was serious and said so openly, "Even if it's just a friend," then she...

She held the pen and slowly wrote down...

‘The paper tiger opens his own hands—

I like wine, but it's fine. I like sweets when I was young, but now I prefer spicy food…’

The two of them had their letters back and forth, and their understanding of each other became a little deeper.

Xuanye's letter was straightforward and tactful, and he made Zhou Yanqing know him with sincerity.

Sometimes he would mention Liang Wenqiu, saying that he treated Xiaoqiu as his younger brother, and sometimes he would mention his perception of others, saying that the fake monk Jingci was stupid and used to cause trouble for him all day because he complained that someone wearing a human skin mask was ugly...

He also said that he had discovered that he had no eyes. That man was not ugly back then, but was covered with dust from the pearls. He could not recognize the pearls with wise eyes. Jingci was hostile to him, and his hostility was understandable...

This man may not be romantic, but he has iron-blooded tenderness.

However, the two people's letters were more and more frequent, but they also laid a disaster...

For example, on this day, Ji Feixiu, dressed in red, woke up from a coma, bit his cheeks and glared at Xuanye, who was unconscious. Then he slapped the hammer!!

When Xuanye woke up, he found that his nose and face were swollen. The imperial doctor thoughtfully applied medicine to him.

Xuanye:???
Chapter completed!