Ali picked up a letter casually and opened it while glanced at Mitao.

"Tell me, have you peeked at these letters again?"

"No!"

Mitao straightened her back and swung her chubby palms to deny: "This time I definitely did not make the mistake of last year, and I didn't even peek at a letter!

“Besides…

"The letters you receive every year are almost the same, so I don't even care about reading them."

The letters from these spectators are indeed not nutritious, they are basically rustic love words.

Mitao pouted, held her chin and started to mutter:

But to be honest, Ali's life is indeed boring, otherwise she would not even read these spicy chicken emails with relish.

Actually, sister Ali looks like me.

They all died and were adopted by the Left Pavilion, and they will spend their entire lives here.

However, she seems to have worked much harder. After all, as a courtesan, her travel will be strictly restricted, and she must practice dancing for several hours every day.

Oh my god!

Could it be that I will have to live such a life when I grow up?

I'm thinking about nothing!

Sister Ali is so beautiful and dances so well. Even if I grow up, I probably won’t be as powerful as hers.

“All the things I write are the same?”

Ali smiled and repeated the sentence and asked back: "Then tell me, what are they writing?"

“Hi—

"It's the kind that reads very, very numb and feels like a rustic." Mitao grinned exaggeratedly.

“Okay~”

Ali unfolded the first chapter of the letter: "Then let's see if this is the case."

She lowered her eyes. There was only one line of words on this letter, and the font was quite wild:

〖Wife, I love you!〗

"Oh."

She put the letter aside.

Mitao picked up the paper and used her poor literacy to barely understand the content written on it. She laughed: "I'm right?"

Ali rolled his eyes: "Let's go ahead."

It took about an hour to dismantle less than one-tenth of the letter.

Most of them are particularly straightforward Chinese quotations, and occasionally there are a few beautiful love poems, which can be seen as being written by cultural people.

But these were not what Ali wanted to stay, and she directly assigned them to the scrap area.

As for the letters left behind, they were all funny jokes. She planned to look around when she was bored so that she could pass the time.

“Hey…”

Mitao, who was unpacking the letter, suddenly lit up his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ali asked.

"Sister Ali, please wait a moment."

Then peaches began to search in thick piles of paper.

——She suddenly remembered the gentleman who met that night, who was quite generous, had a very strange name and was very handsome.

That is, Shen Lue.

Of course, just because of these characteristics, she may not remember them very clearly.

What impressed Mitao was the feeling when he saw Shen Lue.

I was obviously sleeping full yesterday, but when I talked to the gentleman, I always felt like I was asleep, and I seemed to have said a few words in my dreams.

But when I think back, this seems to have never happened.

Anyway, it's just very strange.

"Wait a moment, I remember that I gave him a piece of white rice paper, and I specially found a piece without wrinkles..."

Mitao searched through these light yellow letters for a long time, and finally found the one Chen Lue at the bottom. After opening it, she glanced at the signature in the lower right corner:

Jingze is fragrant.

"Yes, that's it!"

Mitao handed Chen Lue's letter to Ali: "Sister Ali, look at this."

"Is there anything special about this...?"

After taking it, Ali looked at her: "Can you finish peeking at it first?"

"Absolutely not, I swear."

Mitao raised his fingers over his head: "I just remember that this gentleman is a little weird, so I want to see what he wrote."

"A little weird sir?"

Ali opened the letter in confusion.

Well, this font seems a bit too cursive...

However, she soon discovered that although the writing was a bit bad, it turned out to be a neatly matched waka.

〖The charming eyes of cherry blossoms, the flowers are flying in April and the end of the month〗

〖The sound of nature entering the clouds, the birds fold their wings and tears sing

〖There are many helpless things in the water, I wish to keep the waves and humming〗

〖...〗

"this......"

Ali didn't take it seriously, but after reading it, she slowly widened her eyes.

These images of "cage birds", "broken wings" and "helpless"...

Is this person describing me with this glow song?

He can actually understand my situation later!

Ali continued to look down, and his signature was Jingze Yanxiang. There was a line of small words at the bottom of the letter:

〖If you have the opportunity, I hope to meet you〗

She suddenly folded the letter, thought for a while and asked, "Mi Tao, who is this Mr. Yanxiang Jingze?"

Mitao shook his head a little confused: "I don't know. He was wearing a silver-white hunting suit that day, and it seemed that he should be an Onmyoji."

"Onmyoji?" Ali repeated.

Didn’t Onmyoji all exorcises and catches ghosts? It seems that some of them are very good at writing poetry.

She glanced at the letter again, thought for a while before making a decision.

"Mi Tao, help me find Mr. Jingze and tell him if I can, I want to meet him at the wooden fence on Houhai, off the island tonight."

"ah?"

Mitao widened her eyes and lowered her voice and said, "But you are still in confinement. If you are found running out secretly, the trouble will be even greater!"

"Hiss--If you want to go, go, don't worry."

Mitao blinked her eyes and finally nodded reluctantly.

There was no way. Even the ten cows could not be brought back by what Ali sister decided. Instead of persuading her, it would be better to help her get things done.

......

Yoshihara Castle, Yin-Yang Lough.

Chen Lue was drinking tea in Zhengtang. His identity in Yoshihara Castle is Onmyoji, so it is reasonable to come here often.

Moreover, there is a lot of interesting information about monsters here.

Just as he was about to pour another cup of tea, the spiritual consciousness suddenly received a faint traction.

Chen squinted his eyes slightly.

Someone is following me?

As the strength of lv.100, even with his intuition alone, he can clearly detect the status of the people around him.

He turned his head and found the source of his staring feeling at a glance.

It was a girl lying at the door with two little braids.

Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, wasn’t this the little girl from Liren Pavilion?

When Mitao saw him, her eyes lit up and she tiptoed in, afraid of disturbing these Onmyoji who were respected.

She walked over and said softly, "Master Jingze, you are indeed in the Yin-Yang Door."

"Is there anything wrong with me?"

Peach waved his hand and signaled to bend down slightly.
Chapter completed!