My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Huaying replied in the letter with some details about how to plant winter snow peppers, watering and fertilizing...

He also shared two new recipes for dishes made with chili peppers, asking Anian to try making them privately.

Finally, Huaying told Dongxue that she was living well now and asked her and Aunt Zhang not to worry.

She also attached her address and asked Dongxue to practice her handwriting well, and try to write to her next time and then send it to this place.

Every word reveals Huaying's concern and longing for Dongxue and Aunt Zhang.

Qing He came to the second floor again with a bowl of bird's nest porridge, walked in and gently placed it on the table, and said softly to the young lady who was still writing, "Young lady, I made you a bowl of porridge. Drink it while it's hot. You must not have eaten enough at the dinner today."

Huaying raised her eyes to look at Qinghe, and smiled as she put the envelope in, "You are really a thoughtful little girl."

He sealed the envelope and handed it to Qing He who was standing at the side, saying, "Tomorrow, you will give this letter to Yue Xing and ask him to see if there is a reliable courier on Chang'an Street who can mail it to the address on the letter."

Qing He carefully took the letter and agreed...

The next morning, the sun shone on the stone road of Taohua Town, and Fu Yi hurriedly walked towards Zui Jiangyue. He was a little nervous, wondering whether his master would drink the new medicine he developed this time.

As soon as he stepped into Zuijiangyue, Fu Yi saw Dongxue standing by the counter, concentrating on using an abacus.

He had already walked past the counter, but he suddenly stopped and turned back, gazing at the increasingly beautiful winter snow.

Fu Yi cleared his throat and saw that Dongxue didn't look up at him and was still concentrating on calculating the accounts.

So, Fu Yi asked gently: "Dongxue, is our boss in the study?"

Dongxue finally raised her head, glanced at Fu Yi indifferently, then continued to fiddle with the abacus and replied calmly: "I don't know if the boss is in the study. You can go and check it yourself."

Fu Yi felt Dongxue's indifference towards him and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He thanked Dongxue, then turned and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Dongxue silently watched his departing back, her brows slightly furrowed.

Recalling the scene when Fu Yi was drunk the night before, he was lying on the counter, staring at her with a look that made her feel scared. That feeling still scares her.

Fu Yi came to the door of the study and knocked gently. After hearing the owner's response from inside, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Seeing the master sitting at the desk reading a book, Fu Yi took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and placed them on the desk, saying, "Master, all the money we earned from selling ice in the summer is here. Now that the weather is getting cooler, should we stop making ice?"

Fu Shiyan, who was reading a book, glanced at the banknotes and said, "Stop making ice for now. Take out some silver to reward the brothers. After all, they have been busy for many days."

Fu Yi agreed. Seeing that he stood like a rock, Fu Shiyan asked calmly, "What else?"

Fu Yi chuckled twice and said, "Master, I have recently developed a medicine to treat your stubborn disease. Master, you can try it."

Fu Shiyan continued without even looking up, "Just give it to Uncle Zhang."

Seeing that his master was so cooperative in taking the medicine this time, Fu Yi's worry immediately disappeared. With a happy smile on his face, he immediately agreed and left the study.

Fu Shiyan walked to the window and opened it. The night breeze blew on his face. He looked up at the starry sky, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He thought Huaying should have received the letter he wrote in Dongxue's name.

When I recall every moment I spent with Huaying, her beautiful and unique appearance always touches the softest part of my heart.

I wonder how she will react when she reads the words in the letter. Will she be shy, or will she pretend to be calm as usual?

The corners of Fu Shiyan's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile. He was looking forward to Huaying's reply.

The next day, Yue Xing took the letter to a post station. When the staff at the post station learned that it was just a family letter, they politely declined his request. Yue Xing didn't know what to say. After all, these post stations only delivered letters for the court and government offices, and most of the letters from ordinary people were delivered by acquaintances.

Therefore, some wealthy families have specially trained homing pigeons...

After thanking her, Yue Xing lowered her head and walked out of the post station, thinking that if all else failed, she could deliver the letter herself for the young lady.

At this time, Yan Jingtian, who was riding a horse slowly towards the post station, saw from afar Yue Xing walking out of the post station with a letter in his hand and his head hung.

So he signaled his followers to come forward and ask Yue Xing if he was from the Zuo Cheng Mansion.

Yue Xing had sharp eyes and recognized at a glance that the handsome man riding on the horse in black clothes was Prince Yan.

This Prince Yan is not only a martial arts expert, but also has a very good personal relationship with his eldest son.

So Yue Xing followed closely behind the attendant without hesitation and took a step forward to salute the prince.

After Yan Jingtian found out the reason, he personally led Yue Xing into the post station.

When everyone in the post station saw Prince Yan arriving, they all bowed and saluted.

Although Yan Jingtian was a hostage of the State of Yan, his intelligence, wisdom, diligence and love of learning won the favor of Emperor Wu, so he was treated no less favorably than other princes.

Every month, the prince would receive family letters from his home country, the State of Yan, as scheduled, and all these letters to the outside world had to be checked by the owner of the post station.

The boss stepped forward to pay his respects to the Prince of Yan, followed the legal procedures, checked the reply, and then handed it to his men to put in a mailbox to be delivered to the State of Yan the next day.

Yan Jingtian handed another letter to his boss. The boss looked at the address on the envelope, asked some questions, and finally nodded and agreed to deliver it.

Afterwards, the host opened the envelope and read it carefully again. Yan Jingtian, who was standing nearby, caught a glimpse of the clear and beautiful handwriting on the letter paper from the corner of his eye. He saw the words "Winter Snow in Taohua Town" written on the envelope and knew in his heart that this was a letter sent by Miss Shen.

Thinking of the cute and innocent look on her face when she recognized him at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet a few days ago, Yan Jingtian couldn't help but smile.

At this time, Yue Xing asked the host: "House host, when can this letter be delivered?"

The host glanced at the address on the envelope and replied, "It will probably be delivered the day after tomorrow."

After hearing this, Yue Xing thanked him again.

Then, the three of them walked out of the post station together. Yue Xing bowed to Prince Yan again to express his gratitude, and Prince Yan smiled and said, "No need to be so polite. Your eldest son is on vacation today, and I am free too, so why don't we go to the Prime Minister's Mansion together?"

Although Yue Xing was a little surprised, he still led the way for the prince.

At this time, Huaying and Qinghe were walking towards Mo Yun Courtyard where their eldest brother lived, carrying the four treasures of the study given by the emperor.