After Jun Jiuning finished speaking, Wen Fei was quiet for a while before whispering: "But if the Liang State Station could be unobstructed in the capital of Chu State, how could it not attract the attention of the Chu State court?"

At this time, Jun Jiuning did not immediately speak, but looked at the door of the room and raised an eyebrow at Wen Fei.

Wen Fei's ear tip moved slightly, and when he heard a slight breathing sound from the door, he immediately realized that someone was eavesdropping outside the door, and his skills were probably not simple.

They had already suppressed their voices so low just now, and Wen Fei was only able to discover the movement when those people appeared at the door.

Jun Jiuning coughed lowly, reached out to grab the inkstone, began to grind the ink, and slightly raised his voice and said, "This small broken inn really has no good ink. After writing half a letter, the ink color became so light."

Wen Fei immediately understood what Jun Jiuning meant, took the conversation and said, "You have added more water, so I'll do it."

As he said that, he snatched the inkstone from Jun Jiuning's hand and circled it slowly. The inkstone was indeed not a good thing. It was thick and hard, and it made a thrilling friction sound when polishing it in the inkstone. Although the sound was not particularly loud, it was enough to be heard outside the door.

Jun Jiuning deliberately pretended to be impatient and urged: "You are moving faster." At the same time, he gestured to Wen Fei with his eyes: Are they leaving?

He shook his head in slightest sense.

Jun Jiuning thought for a while, dipped his pen in some ink, wrote a few greetings on rice paper, and then put down his pen: "I can't use this ink anyway, and I'm not happy with it. I'm not going to write a letter. I might as well go to the best Mozhai in Liangcheng to buy some useful pens and ink tomorrow, and write it for my father, so that he wouldn't see us writing letters with such poor ink, and think I'm not doing well in Liang State."

Wen Fei immediately understood, so he deliberately made some movement to get up, and slashed his palms on the table a few times, as if he was packing up his things: "Then I'll go back to the room first."

Jun Jiuning said "yes", and sure enough, he heard the sound of footsteps leaving hurriedly but trying to make as light as possible.

Wen Fei walked to the door and opened it, and there was no figure on the corridor.

Because it was not easy to alarm the snake just now, the master and servant were not sure who was eavesdropping at their door.

The shopkeeper and his wife? Or the other Liang people hidden in this inn?

Wen Fei deliberately went back to his room and made some noise, pretending that he had really returned to the house to rest, then quietly slipped back to Jun Jiuning and said, "This inn is weird. Princess, will we stay in another inn tomorrow?"

Jun Jiuning shook his head: "No, don't you think that although this couple seems to know something and have doubts about us, they are not actually complicated characters. Although they are wary of people, they are not too guarded."

"If it were Mu Yun's people, they wouldn't have revealed the situation of the post station to us. So this couple shouldn't be people from the Liang Dynasty who were hiding in the market, but probably just two businessmen with some channels. But often, it is people with a low identity background, and the things that were unintentionally revealed from them are real. The people who came to eavesdrop on the past may be those caravans or post stations. Now Gu Yun's people must be looking for me everywhere, and it's not surprising that we were found here."

Wen Fei thought for a while and said, "They can't confirm our identity yet. If you have been recognized, Gu Yun's people will be killed in the middle of the night."

Jun Jiuning agreed with this statement and said, "Then let's be more alert tonight, just stop sleeping, and write the letter."

After saying that, she took a piece of rice paper again, picked up a pen and wrote the four words "Qingli and Kids".

Wen Fei stood still, and Jun Jiuning raised his head and called out, "Come here to grind the ink, don't waste your good energy."

Wen Fei chuckled: "I am your guard, not a maid."

Jun Jiuning raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said that only maids use serving pens and ink? Other guards don't understand it because the martial artists are illiterate, and you are not illiterate."

Wen Fei asked, while accepting his fate, “What is illiterate?”

Jun Jiuning ordered him to take the candlesticks from other places to the table, and then said, "It's a person who can clearly see and speak, but can't read or read a word!"

Wen Fei muttered: "Where do you have so many strange statements?"

Jun Jiuning thought to himself that it was because you had never been shining with the glory of the party in modern society.

She didn't answer, and Wen Fei was not unhappy, and just looked quietly at Jun Jiuning who was writing the letter seriously.

She lowered her head slightly, her thin waist and back were straight, as if the cold and unbending pine and cypress behind the inn.

The warm yellow light reflects her side face quite softly. She looks so gorgeous, but she doesn't look sharp and arrogant at all, which makes people feel very gentle and want to get close to her.

Wen Fei could see Jun Jiuning's eyes wandering with the tip of the pen. A bright candlelight fell on her eyes like a varnished one, as if it were a fireflies caught in the mountains and fields as they fell together, jumping in the air.

He was fascinated by his eyes, and his elbows couldn't help but fall on the table, holding his cheek, without even realizing that Jun Jiuning suddenly stopped writing and looked at him.

Jun Jiuning raised his eyes and saw Wen Feizhi's stunned expression, and asked in confusion: "What are you thinking?"

The atmosphere that seemed too charming in the bright and dark lights was knocked back to her true form by her words. Wen Fei came back to his senses and covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "Cough, nothing. I'm just a little sleepy."

As he said that, he also touched his nose.

Jun Jiuning was not sleepy, so he pulled out another blank piece of rice paper and lowered his head: "Then go to bed and sleep, I have something to write."

Wen Fei is just a straightforward person, not really not understanding the worldly ways. Jun Jiuning is an innocent woman, how could he lie abruptly on the bed in someone else's room?

Wen Fei shook his head immediately: "This is not in line with the rules. It's just not sleeping all night, so the princess doesn't have to care about this little thing."

Jun Jiuning didn't raise his head: "Then you can go back to your room to rest. I will call you if I have something to do."

Wen Fei still refused, so Jun Jiuning also went with him.

Wen Fei tilted his head while grinding the ink and looked at what Jun Jiuning wrote. When he saw that the first sentence turned out to be Mo Qingzhu's name, he immediately frowned: "How can the princess write a letter to this Zhao Guodan?"

A playboy in Zhao State?

Jun Jiuning couldn't help but look up at Wen Fei: "Why do you call the Third Prince of Zhao like this?"

Wen Fei curled his lips, as if he was quite disdainful: "He never returned to Zhao State, and he wandered around the other six countries and did not do serious business. Isn't he just a dandy?"
Chapter completed!