Prime Assassin: the Evil King’s Wife Chapter 223: Lazy pigeon delivery

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A soft drink came from his mouth.

The pigeon glanced at Yun Tingruo lazily, still lying motionless.

At first glance, it looks like it's dead.

In the luxurious palace, the veils dance without wind, light and elegant, just like a fairyland.

Yun Tingruo's face was dark, and he twitched his mouth when he looked at the group of pigeons "dead" on the chair.

This is really the laziest and laziest pigeon ever seen.

Especially when I saw this pigeon, and even sneaked at her from time to time, Yun Tingruo's forehead slipped three black lines.

"Dong'er, it's been a long time since I had soup, why not just use it."

If Yun Ting flicked his fingers, his tone was not tepid, and his words made a pigeon move.

I’m not talking about it!

It must not be it!

Dong'er smiled at the corner of his mouth: "The servant girl got it."

After speaking, he walked towards the pigeon.

Nani?

Someone came towards it, and the pigeon opened one eye and slid around.

"Whoo!"

Flapping wings flew up from the chair.

"Do it again, higher." If Yun heard that the pigeon was afraid of death, he was not wasting time, he was training it wholeheartedly.

Two hours later, when the stars are all over the earth.

A pigeon flew out from the hall. Although its body was a little inflexible, its height was barely good.

I flap my wings and fly to the sky.

"Miss, does it really work?"

Dong'er stared at the big watery eyes, looked suspiciously at the black spots hidden into the night sky, without a trace of firmness in her tone.

"Perhaps it should work." If Yun Ting chuckled, she didn't know if this pigeon would work.

****

Night, quietly, the moonlight shone on the ground, like a layer of veil.

An inspirational dove flapped its wings, passing through the woods and flying over the stream.

Finally stayed on the wall, breathing heavily.

There was silence in the courtyard at the top of the wall, and only one figure was walking through the courtyard.

Yun Lin carried the lantern and inspected the front and back of the mansion yard.

So I went back to my room to sleep at ease.

As soon as the pigeon saw someone, "huh, hush." ​​Wings flapped and chased it.

In the dark night, its figure is like a ghost, transforming into a mist.

Desperately flying towards the figure.

Yun Lin walked up the steps and pushed the door in.

"Papa." The pigeon bumped its head against the closed door and fell groggy.

"Crunch."

The door opened quickly, revealing a vigilant and delicate face.

"Who." Yun Lin raised his eyes and looked into the depths of the night. The cold moonlight made the entire mansion dark. The empty promenade is quiet and unoccupied.

Strange, no one.

What was the sound that just made.

Yun Lin touched his head, suddenly, with his eyes down, only a dove lying motionless on the ground.

The chubby body is like a ball.

"How come there are pigeons." Yun Lin murmured, bent over to grab the pigeon, and then looked outside before closing the door.

Yun Lin looked at the pigeon in his hand. It was not small, very fat, not bad, and could be used as a dish.

He glanced up again, his eyes stopped on the pigeon's leg, his fingers trembling unconsciously. A small green bamboo tube is tied to the leg of a fat pigeon.

Yun Lin's heart suddenly "puffed, puffed."

He took it off quickly and took out the long thin note from the inside.

Familiar English makes Yunlin look overjoyed.

It’s the master, this is the master’s handwriting.

It turns out that the master went to the palace, and the master is fine, just fine.

Yun Lin grabbed the note and turned it around for several times, then looked down, his eyes showed ecstasy.

Quickly opened the second note and took a look, then carefully put it into a box.

With the master’s letter, he can go to Shengbaozhai to receive dividends.

The pigeon lay softly on one side, saw water in the teacup, opened its mouth and stretched in.

Yun Lin didn't care about it. He walked to the desk and picked up a writing brush and started writing quickly.

In no time, I glanced at the simple and crisp letter, then dried the pen and ink, and put it back in the small bamboo tube.

After grabbing the pigeon on one side, he tied the bamboo tube.

Yun Lin walked to the window, and the wind was blowing coldly, across the mahogany window eaves, leaving cold moisture.

Threw the pigeon in his hand.

I thought that the pigeon would flap its wings and fly away, but I didn't know that the wings of the pigeon hadn't opened at all, and fell to the ground with a "swish".

Yunlin: "----"

How lazy this pigeon is.

He went out to pick it up and threw it again.

The pigeon once again turned into a falling object, and fell to the ground leisurely and freely.

"What's the matter with you pigeon." Yun Lin poked it, and saw it lying down with its eyes closed.

Hold it into the house.

If you want to be tired, let it rest for one night.

Seeing that Yun Lin was not throwing it, the pigeon patted its wings and immediately had energy. Finally, it fell on the chair, closing its eyes and falling asleep.

Yun Lin tugged at the corner of his mouth, his face dark and thorough.

The candlelight was blown out, and the room was silent, only the sound of pattering rain came faintly.

******

The lead cloud came quietly, and a bright moon disappeared, and the earth became gloomy. The cold wind blew through, and the trees swayed like a ghost, making a "rustling" sound.

Coordinated with this quiet and strange night, it looked terrifying.

Five hundred miles away from the imperial city, a mountain is towering and tenacious, like a sharp sword wiping into the blue sky, absolutely dangerous.

In the crevices up and down the rocks, there are wild assorted trees with curved branches everywhere, which look like the shags on giants.

The sharp wind through the mountains made people frighten.

The fire crackled and burned, reflecting on the tired faces of several people.

Yun Xiao held the lightning, without a trace of sleepiness, occasionally adding branches to the fire.

I left the imperial city for seven or eight days, only to find a steep mountain today.

And today I just walked to the edge of this mountain.

Yun Xiao has an intuition that this Phoenix Mountain must be the mountain the master wants.

The terrain on this road is very dangerous. The mountain road is like a maze. If the local mountain people were not leading the way, he would not find it here.

"Wow, wow." Lightning suddenly poked his head out of Yun Xiao's arms and roared into the distance.

"What's the matter, lightning." Yun Xiao patted it, looking a little at a loss.

A trace of panic flashed in Lightning's eyes, and he kept pulling Yun Xiao's clothes: "Wow wow wow."

"Don't make trouble." Yun Xiao patted its paws, very unaware of the actions of lightning.

Seeing that the owner didn't understand its meaning, the lightning bit Yun Xiao's clothes corner and tugged.

"Are you hungry? The host has steamed buns here. You can order them first."

Yun Xiao thought it was hungry, so he took out a paper bag from his arms, took out a big white steamed bun, and placed it in front of the lightning.

But the lightning didn't even look at it, but anxiously said: "Wow, wow."

Its sound disturbed the other three sleeping people.

"Brother Yun, what's wrong with your dog." The man who called Yunxiao, about 20 years old,