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Just as Jiaobai handed the letter to the secret contact, Gao Wuyong in the front yard received the news from the secret line.

He listed all the recent events and the clues he had found today about the palace maid Yinghe on a piece of paper, then sealed it patiently and put it in his pocket.

Every time he received or delivered a letter, he had to go to Danruoju first to hand the letter and painting sent by the Fourth Master to Fu Jin.

"Please wait a moment. I will reply to you after I read the letter."

Xiyu returned to the room carrying the letter box containing the scroll, placed it on the table, unscrewed the lid, and carefully took out the letter and scroll inside.

She took a deep breath, as if she could smell the breath coming from far away.

The letter sent by Yinzhen said that the southern tour team had reached the Yellow River Basin. She gently unfolded the scroll and her eyes were attracted by the scene before her.

It is a painting depicting the Yellow River. The majestic Yellow River water is rushing endlessly, and the water splashes constantly on the shore, surging and turbulent, as if it is about to break through the scroll.

On the opposite side of the river, one can vaguely see wisps of smoke rising, revealing a sense of tranquility and peace.

It is a sharp contrast between stillness and movement.

Xiyu stared at the painting quietly, with an indescribable emotion welling up in her heart. These scenes were both strange and familiar to her. She had never experienced such a scene in person, either in modern times or in this time and space.

Through Yinzhen's paintings, she seemed to be able to feel the majestic power of the Yellow River, hear the sound of water splashing against the river bank, and see the lives of people in the distant villages.

Although the two of them are not together, through the letters and various landscape paintings that are delivered every day, their hearts seem to be closer.

Xiyu carefully put away the painting, then spread out a piece of drawing paper on the table.

Biting her lower lip lightly with her pearly teeth, she sat at the table, her chin propped up, lost in thought.

This is where Yinzhen grew up. Whether it is the changing of seasons or the alternation of day and night, there is nothing here that he has not seen.

What should I draw?

Xiyu's mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, and suddenly, she recalled the time when she absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon under the paulownia tree.

Since she couldn't paint the real body and reveal her identity, she could always paint a beauty dancing under the moon.

Xi Yu suddenly had an idea, and the charcoal pencil in his hand seemed to come to life, moving and dancing freely on the paper, leaving traces of varying depths.

Although her painting was not as exquisite as Yinzhen's, she used some spirit in the painting.

Anyone who sees this painting will involuntarily have a real scene appear in their mind, as if the beauty really appears and dances before their eyes.

And everyone sees what he likes best in his heart.

Xiyu's face flushed, and she happily put the scroll away and stuffed it into the mailbox.

When it came time to write the letter, the heat on my face had not yet faded.

She quietly stretched her hand out of the window, blew on it to cool it down, then brought it back in and put it on her face. Her mind became much clearer, and she wrote down in her mind the haunted incident that had been circulating in the past few days.

She was afraid that Yinzhen would doubt her like Concubine De did, so she wrote down the oath she had said in Yonghe Palace today, and added at the end: I miss you so much! Come back soon, Xinxin.

Although Yinzhen may not understand the meaning of the two symbols at the end, it does not stop her from liking it.

The distance between the two of them grew larger and larger, and it was five days later that Yinzhen received the letter.

Dark clouds covered the moon and a drizzle of rain fell in the woods.

The southern tour team set up camp in the woods. A young eunuch braved the rain and ran to Yinzhen's tent with a letter tube in his arms.

He was taking a shower at that time.

"come in."

Hearing the question, Yinzhen stood up and tied the bath towel around his waist, then put on his pajamas and wiped the wet stains on his body to avoid getting the letter paper wet.

After taking the mailbox, he did not rush to open it to check the contents inside. Instead, he made a gesture to the young eunuch and asked him to leave.

"Stand by the door and don't let anyone in."

There was an unquestionable majesty in his tone, and the young eunuch silently retreated and stood guard at the door.

Yinzhen then opened the letter box. To his surprise, this time, in addition to a letter, the young wife also gave him a painting.

He first unfolded the letter and read it carefully. When he saw the oath written at the back, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. It twitched violently and the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

Even if you want to prove your innocence, you should not use such vicious and curse words.

What's more, she didn't need to prove anything to him.

A feeling called heartache spread in his heart, and he couldn't wait to write a reply, forbidding Xiyu to say such things again.

Yinzhen put down the pen in his hand, let the letter paper dry on its own, and then carefully opened the scroll.

As the paper unfolds, an inexplicable feeling comes over me.

The rain fell on the tent, making a pattering sound.

Yinzhen sat quietly leaning back in his chair, his whole heart focused on the painting in front of him, his eyes softer than ever before.

The scroll in his hand was like a door leading to another world, and the scene seemed to appear vividly before his eyes.

The moonlight is picturesque, emitting a charming moon-white afterglow, shrouding the entire picture in a mysterious and romantic atmosphere.

The little concubine was floating lightly in the air, wearing an exquisite navel-baring long dress, dancing like a fairy under the moon.

As she moved, her long skirt fluttered in the wind, revealing the scenery underneath in a vague and even alluring way.

The familiar scent of jasmine came with the wind and filled his nostrils.

Yinzhen slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in this wonderful atmosphere, as if he heard the sound of a piano coming from afar.

The young lady's dance moves echoed with the music, becoming more and more graceful and charming, as if she had transformed into an elf in the night sky.

In the reflection of the moonlight, she looked back gently, her eyes moving, revealing a hint of tenderness and charm.

After the song, the little concubine seemed a little tired, panting tenderly, and walked towards him slowly...

The rain outside the tent was getting heavier. Inside the tent, Yinzhen had returned to the bathtub at some point. The water inside had long since gone cold, but it still couldn't suppress his surging desire.

Yinzhen rested his head against the wall of the tub, and the water kept splashing up, the sound of water was getting louder and louder, splashing everywhere...

It seemed as if there was a big hole in the sky, and rain poured out...