The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Fleur happily agreed, "Okay, I'll find paper and pen."

"Hey, get two more pieces of paper and I'll write too."

Fleur turned around and said with a smile: "Okay."

Yuhua looked at Fu Rong, who was smiling like a peach blossom, and said, "You've been quite cool lately."

Furong touched her face and said, "Shui Ling, I'm fat."

Yuhua nodded and said, "She's white and fat, but she's pretty good. She looks much luckier than before."

Soon Fu Rong dug out pen and paper from home, "There are two pens, we can write together."

Furong wrote a page with neat handwriting and elegant language. Her literary talent can be seen immediately.

Yuhua looked at the letter written by Furong, and then looked at the three pieces of paper she had written crookedly. Her words were all verbose homely words, and the paper was still dirty because of her, but she had tried her best.

"Fu Rong, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable."

Furong smiled and said: "I was taught by a private school teacher in Zuifeng Pavilion since I was a child. If I can't recite poems correctly, I will be reduced to prostitution. I have seen too much of this kind of worldliness since I was a child, so I put a little effort into studying."

Yuhua said: "It's not easy for you. You are strong enough. There are really not many good girls like you."

Fu Rong shook her head and said: "Once a person enters that kind of place, no one can say good about her, no matter how good the girl is."

Yuhua said: "You are different, don't belittle yourself. Bad people are bad people regardless of whether they enter that kind of place, and good people are good people wherever they are. You can't help it."

Furong didn't expect Yuhua to say such thoughtful words.

When several people were drinking tea in the courtyard that day, a servant said: "There is a letter from Nancheng."

Cangman stood up from the chair and asked, "Is it my letter?"

He had been looking forward to it every day for a week, thinking that Boss Qian's letter had finally arrived and he was going to be liberated.

"It's a letter from the young lady."

Shang Xi reached out and took it and said, "It's my letter. It should have been written by Yuhua to me."

Cangman said: "No, can both letters be yours? One of them must be mine."

He reached out and grabbed both letters. The first one that caught his eye was from Yuhua. When he saw the second envelope, he quickly covered it with Yuhua's letter, and then stuffed the two letters into Got Shang Xi.

This letter seems to be hot to the touch.

"Who wrote me the other letter?"

Cangman said awkwardly: "See for yourself."

Shang Xi looked at it and said happily: "It's a letter from Furong."

She couldn't wait to open Fleur's letter, and she smiled after reading it.

Cangman squinted his eyes and said, "What did you write? You are so happy."

Shang Xi handed the letter to Cangman and said, "Her hand, which was injured for three months, is finally healed. She is fine, which reassures me."

Cangman took the letter and said, "Has her hand been injured for three months?"

Shang Xi smiled and said, "Yes, it's finally fine."

Shang Xi read Yuhua's letter again. She said to Cheng Feng and Cangman, "They sat down and wrote these two letters together. Hahaha, there are so many typos. It's so cute."

There was no important content in the three pages of letter paper. Even so, Shang Xi still read it twice with pleasure.

Cheng Feng said very considerately: "Do you miss Yuhua?"

Shang Xi nodded.

"In a few days, if we find the assassin, we will return to Nancheng."

Shang Xi nodded: "The assassin must be found, and the soup spring must take shape."

Furong's letter was still in Cangman's hand, so Shang Xi reached out and took it over.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?"

"Oh what?"

Shang Xizi folded the letter carefully and put it into the envelope. If everything was fine, she would have to take another look at it.

Cang Manchu said indifferently: "Stingy, isn't it just an ordinary letter? How about putting it away?"

Shang Xi showed Cangman the two letters in his hand, "Just these ordinary letters, do you have them?"

She pointed the letter at Cheng Feng again and said, "Do you have it?"

Cheng Feng smiled and shook his head and said, "I didn't."

Shang Xi said: "Isn't it okay? This is a matter of character. I will receive two letters at once."

Cangman said angrily: "Look at your triumphant face, didn't you just receive two letters?"

Shang Xi slapped the letter on the table, "Hey, I'm just a villain, and I'm proud of myself."

Cangman stood up, grabbed the knife on the table and said, "I'm going out to do something."

Shang Xi said: "Remember to come back early for dinner. The Marquis has already prepared the wine, and I will definitely get drunk with you."

Mentioning this, Cangman frowned and had no choice but to turn around and walk away. He thought silently in his heart, women, please don't offend her. This mouth is really poisonous, and Shang Xi is no exception.

Cangman originally had nothing to do and needed to go out today, but after seeing Furong's letter, he couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to go out for a walk.

As soon as he left the Hou's Mansion, Cangman's pent-up energy finally came out. Then he pulled out the long knife in his hand, rushed forward and subdued the person, "Say, who is it?"

"Gu...Gu Yu..."

"I asked you who you are?"

"Gu...Gu Yu..."

"I'm asking you who you are? I'm not asking you what your name is. Can't you understand human speech?"

"Beggars...beggars..."

"A beggar? I have never seen a beggar with such a sinister look on his face. Who are you?"

"Really... a beggar."

"You are dressed like a beggar, but you obviously have some purpose in showing up here."

It was very difficult for Gu Yu to speak with Cangman holding his throat like this, and his face turned purple due to the suffocation, but his face was so dirty that he could not see his expression at this time.

"Ahem, I do have a purpose."

"Tell me, what's the purpose?"

"I want to see Cheng Feng."

"Cheng Feng?"

"Correct."

"I see you are sneaky and sneaky. You don't want to see him, you want to harm him."

"I am not a bad guy?"

"That's what bad people say too."

"Ahem...then I'm gone, please let me go."

"What a beautiful thought. If you fall into my hands and still want to run away, there's no way. Someone, come here and take it back for trial."

Cangman was worried that he had nothing to do.

Cheng Feng, who was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, said, "What are you doing in the backyard?"

Shang Xi listened carefully and said, "There is no sound."

Cheng Feng touched her ear and said, "It seems that Cangman hasn't left yet. I heard his voice."

"No way, didn't he leave in a rage?"

Cheng Feng said: "I really heard his voice."

Shang Xi said: "Don't worry about him. If he is in this house, he will come to our courtyard soon."

When Cheng Feng heard this, it made some sense. Cangman was a lively person who refused to be lonely. Whenever he came to the Hou Mansion, he would stay with them and chat.

Cangman's interrogation did not stop for a moment and was arranged intensively.