the last traverser

As night fell gradually, on the spacious avenue, two carriages pulled by Galewind beasts were slowly walking on the avenue, and the hooves of the beasts made a series of noises on the road.

In the car

The fist-sized illuminating stone emitted faint rays of light, illuminating the entire carriage. Wen Ya leaned on the cushion, holding a thick book in her hand, apparently really serious about reading it.Next to him, Sikong Jinglian frowned, looked at the information in his hand, and fell into deep thought. It seemed that things had exceeded his expectations, and a big conspiracy was unfolding around the royal family.

Sikong Jinglian's frown became deeper and deeper. Although he had already handed over the throne to Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun was still young. If no one mentioned it, this conspiracy might catch him off guard, but he was heading to the poisonous swamp. On the way, there is no time to go back...

"What's wrong with Dad?" Sensing the solemn atmosphere in the car, Wen Ya moved her eyes away from the book, looked at Sikong Jinglian, and asked suspiciously.

"Look." Since Wen Ya said those words to herself last time, Sikong Jinglian has truly regarded Wen Ya as an adult who can face all kinds of difficulties with her, instead of a child, so When Wen Ya asked her what happened, Sikong Jinglian didn't hide anything, and handed the information in her hand to Wenya, Sikong Jinglian expected Wenya to help her.

"Huh?" Wen Ya took the material from Sikong Jinglian's hand, and put her whole mind into it.

"Is there any good way for Xiaoya?" Sikong Jinglian's black eyes flashed with anticipation, looking closely at Wenya, Sikong Jinglian asked hopefully.

"Daddy, do you think elder brother can handle this matter?" He didn't answer Sikong Jinglian's question directly, his originally gentle and indifferent expression was a bit dignified, Wen Ya seemed to be thinking about something.

"Xiao Yun? It hasn't been long since he ascended the throne. If no one reminds him, he probably won't be able to handle it!" Sikong Jinglian wasn't sure whether Sikong Yun could solve this conspiracy, so she was answering Wenya's question There is always a tinge of uncertainty.

"Then..." Wen Ya frowned as she tightly grabbed the document in her hand.

"Daddy, find someone to send the news to elder brother!" Wen Ya, who had no other idea, thought of this stupid but useful method.

"Xiaoya, there is no suitable candidate now..." Looking at Wen Ya, Sikong Jinglian agreed with Wen Ya's method, but the driver who came out with him had an accident, and now there was no one around him who could deliver the letter for him.

"Master, master, it's time to eat!" Baozi lifted the curtain of the carriage where Wen Ya was, and with a basket in his hand, he got into the carriage where Wen Ya was, and the smell of food spread in the carriage.

"Baozi? Is it time to eat so soon?" Wen Ya, who had forgotten the time while reading the book, had no idea what time it was, so she asked in surprise when Baozi said it was time to eat.

"Ya'er, I wonder who to send!" Sikong Jinglian's eyes lit up when she saw Baozi, as if thinking of something, she looked at Baozi in a strange way.

"Who?"

"He." Pointing at the bun, Sikong Jinglian had a wicked smile on his lips, the oil bottle was used to deliver letters.

"Baozi?" Turning his suspicious gaze to Sikong Jinglian, the puzzled expression on Wen Ya's face flashed across, how could daddy think of asking Baozi to deliver the letter?Aren't you afraid that Baozi will mess things up?

"Bastard Sikong Jinglian, what the hell are you talking about?" Baozi, who was completely confused, sensed that what Sikong Jinglian said must not be a good thing. Be careful to be betrayed by Sikong Jinglian.

"I didn't say anything! It's just that I need your help with something." Sikong Jinglian looked at Baozi innocently, as if he really didn't do anything.

"What's the matter?" The alert look remained unchanged, and Baozi was always vigilant towards his master's father, who had always been at odds with him.

"Xiaoya, tell Baozi!" Sikong Jinglian, who knew Baozi's attitude towards her, knew that Baozi would not agree if she told Baozi, so she sent Wen Ya to the scene.

"Baozi, Daddy asked you to deliver the letter." Wen Ya knew that this matter was very important, so when she talked to Baozi, her tone was a bit dignified.

"Send a letter? What letter?" Blinking his confused eyes a few times, Baozi was even more puzzled by Wen Ya's words. Aren't everyone on their way to the poisonous swamp now?Why send a letter?

"Daddy!" Signaling Sikong Jinglian to quickly write the letter to Sikong Yun, Wen Ya grabbed Baozi and sat on the car covered with soft blankets.

"Master, can Baozi not go?" Finally realizing that the master asked him to leave here to deliver letters far away, Baozi looked at Wen Ya pitifully, hoping that Wen Ya could change his mind and let him stay.

"What do you think?" There was a tinge of refusal in his tone, Wen Ya, who knew the urgency of the matter, didn't care whether Baozi would be sad.

"Does Baozi have to go?" Pulling Wen Ya's sleeve, Baozi acted coquettishly.

"En." Wen Ya looked at Baozi with a lot of anticipation in his eyes. Baozi is the only person to deliver the letter now, so Baozi must go.

"Then Baozi will go!" Reluctantly let go of Wen Ya's sleeve, Baozi said this with a tone of nostalgia.

"Baozi, you take this. Give it to Wen Ya." Folding the written letter, putting it in an envelope, and solemnly handing the letter to Baozi, Sikong Jinglian ordered.

"Got it!" Snatching the letter from Sikong Jinglian's hand, Baozi looked at Sikong Jinglian with some resentment. If it wasn't for him, the master would definitely not be willing to let him leave.

"Baozi remember to hand over the letter completely to my eldest brother." Don't worry about Baozi's gentleness and never forget to order.

"Understood, Master." With a sad look at Wen Ya, Baozi had no choice but to obediently deliver the letter...