As soon as Sun Fulu left, Acheng sneaked in and held hot tea in his hand.

"Acheng, grind it for me!"

"Okay!"

Acheng is also Li Jun’s confidant in the East Palace. He believes that he can still understand all kinds of thoughts about this master.

He had long expected that as soon as Sun Fulu left, Li Jun would have to call him for his business.

That's true.

He slid the ink strip while looking down.

Li Jun unfolded a stack of yellow silk paper, picked up the brush, but stopped without writing a word.

"Acheng, look at this paper, will Zong Airou like it?"

Acheng twisted a far-fetched smile: "Yes, sure, you will. Your Highness personally chose it, the Crown Princess will definitely like it!"

His eyes are sincere and his smile is full of points. This is the work experience Acheng has summarized recently.

Unfortunately, this move does not seem to be effective when applied to Li Jun, especially Li Jun who is in a bad mood.

Just as he picked up the pen, Zong Airou's face suddenly flashed in front of Li Jun's eyes.

Beautiful is extremely beautiful, but hard to serve.

If the letter is not written well and the paper is not used in detail, I don’t know if she will make a mistake.

Forget it, let's write a letter as soon as possible. The matter is urgent and he can't help delaying it.

My Lady Airou met in person, and it has been more than ten days since she last met...

The more he wrote, the more anxious he became, and scratched his head, but even so, the letter was still longer and longer, and there were already three pieces of paper.

Li Jun didn't know where he came from his inspiration. At this moment, he was really full of thoughts and thoughts. His writing was as if he was a god. Perhaps his literary cultivation in his predecessor was not bad. In addition, his unique slick mouth and smooth tongue in modern people, he used various vocabulary freely.

Li Jun thought to himself that if this writing style changed to modern times, he would probably be able to fill the entire Zhuque Street with girls.

Seeing that Li Jun was about to finish his pen, Acheng also stepped up his subordinates' actions and grind them desperately.

In just a blink of an eye, Li Jun picked up the silk paper and looked at it carefully for a while. The next moment, he turned the letter into a ball and threw it aside.

"Your Highness!" Acheng stopped him symbolically.

Li Jun skipped a few pieces of silk paper dyed with ink and took out the brand new and white ones below.

After writing it out loud, he threw the brush aside.

Achengqi said: "Your Highness, that's it?"

Li Jun picked up the silk paper and blew it gently. When the ink was dry, he stuffed the silk paper into the paper tube and handed it to Acheng.

"Send it to Zong Chuke's mansion and must be handed over to Zong Airou himself."

"Yes, it's a small one!"

Acheng ran away...

At Zong Chuke's mansion, in Zong Airou's wing room.

In front of the scroll-like long case, Zong Airou was barely standing still.

On the table, there were two letters.

One is an imperial edict, of course, from Emperor Li Xian.

The other letter was sent by Li Jun.

There is only a thin piece of yellow silk paper.

Zong Airou picked up the yellow silk paper and became more angry the more she looked at it.

"snort!"

"What's this!"

Zong Airou, who has always been gentle and elegant, couldn't help but say something swearing, no wonder she was angry.

Li Jun wrote only one line of words on a square piece of yellow silk paper.

"At the end of Wu, I met in Hufu Tower in Huifu Tower in Taoist Shop"

Since receiving a letter from Li Jun, Zong Airou has been rolling his eyes unstoppable.

My eyes hurt so much.

Originally, Li Xian's imperial edict was enough to give her a headache.

I have to go back to Chang'an in the middle of winter, so I won't say that, I have to go back with the prince. What's the matter!

The last time I met the prince, the scene of a disagreement flashed in my mind. Zong Airou didn't know how she should face Li Jun.

However, it is difficult to violate the holy order, so I am afraid I will have to go in the end.

After half a stick of incense, the prince's letter came again.

When Zong Chuke saw that it was the prince's messenger coming to deliver the letter, he was so happy that his mouth was crooked. He said that he wanted to take the Xin Dai over, but was rejected by Acheng.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is destined, and this letter must be handed over to the Crown Princess." He said.

"It's just for me to leave it to me. Is it because the small-school official is still afraid that I will detain the prince's handwritten letter, and don't give it to Airou?"

"Shangshu Zong misunderstood. How dare the young man doubt you?" Acheng smiled all over his face: "But, please don't make things difficult for the young man. His Royal Highness clearly explained that the letter must be handed over to the Crown Prince's concubine, and the young man can only obey his orders."

Zong Chuke's face immediately turned dark and he said to the little maid behind him: "Go and call Madam Rou."

Zong Airou took the letter under the surveillance of her father's eagle-like eyes.

I thought that the important message would be conveyed by mobilizing people to send letters, but I didn’t expect that this is the one that doesn’t hurt or itchy.

"Madam, the water is coming, wash your face!"

The little maid Cuixiang came in with a basin and arranged enthusiastically.

Zong Airou was still standing in front of the table, motionless: "Who told you to get water?"

Cuixiang wet the veil and said happily: "Your Highness invites my wife over, and she always has to wash and dress up!"

"What are you dressing up!" Zong Airou became so angry when she mentioned this: "Is it necessary to dress up when he sees him?"

"My wife is just joking." Cuixiang handed over the handkerchief, Zong Airou hesitated for a moment, but took it.

It was indeed a quarrel, Cuixiang thought.

"Don't say that the wife is a serious princess now, she naturally has to dress up carefully when she goes out. Just say that the prince also requires the wife to wear Wu and men's clothing in this letter?"

"How can you do it without dressing up carefully?"

"You think I should go see him?"

Cuixiang grew up with Zong Airou since she was a child. The two of them have long been friends who can talk about everything. She believes in this little girl more than her father.

"Of course I'm going!" Cuixiang looked at her with a strange look: "The prince's invitation is an order, how can my wife disobey her life?"

Sighing a long sigh, Zong Airou is so sad.

She and the prince have completely different tempers and are simply not prone to talk and have to meet alone. What can this be said?

Cuixiang didn't take Zong Airou's sorrow seriously, and opened the cabinet on her own and began to mutter: "Madam, we have several Hufu, which one do you want to wear?"

"Small lapel? Or round robe?"

"Hanoko's small-mouthed pants or narrow-sleeved shirts with chrysanthemum petal pattern?"

After not responding for a long time, Cuixiang was anxious. When she turned around, she saw that Zong Airou didn't pay attention to listening to her and was completely distracted.

"Madam, Madam!"

"What's the name? I'm not deaf!"

Over the years, the trend of Hu in the East and West Beijing in the Tang Dynasty has been very popular, and women have also become popular in wearing men's clothing, playing polo, and drinking.

Even a weak woman like Zong Airou bought several clothes, although she didn't have many opportunities to wear.

"Just that narrow-sleeved shirt with lapel chrysanthemum petal pattern, you can just pair it with any pants, as long as it is a little darker in color."

"Okay!"

Although Cuixiang's mouth is a bit broken, she is absolutely quick to work. After a while, she matched Zong Airou with a pretty and cool outfit.

Zong Airou remembered that the shirt with chrysanthemum petal pattern was bought with Princess Anle.

Oh, Li Guer.
Chapter completed!