The fire spots in the Puppet Cave and Suzhou Prefecture burned for a whole night. After the fire was extinguished, there was no scorch left for everyone. They all turned into scorched earth, or the scorched earth dissipated with the wind when the wind blew.

All the people related to this puppet murder case were "cleared", and the clues were cut off to be "ruthless."

In response, Zhao Pu kept shook his head. The greater the price the other party paid to hide the secret, the greater the secret behind it, and the more careful the plan, so he had to be careful.

Therefore, Zhao Pu needed to write a letter to He Yihang, who was far away from the border, asking him to send someone to pay attention and contact all friends in the Western Regions.

The problem is that if you want to write a letter, it must be a very long letter. Usually, Company Commander Zhao Pu is too lazy to say anything, let alone that he has to write such a long letter.

The Ninth Prince was lying on the table with his legs stooping, scratching his ears and heads.

At this moment, everyone in Quanwuzhuang is busy with the wedding of Jiuniang and Wu Yihuo, and the wedding banquet will be tomorrow!

The little Sizi was helping with the kitchen, got a bunch of flour, ran back to the room to change clothes, and saw the door of the study open and Zhao Pu was plucking his teeth by the table.

Xiao Sizi changed her clothes and ran into the study, climbed onto a chair, and leaned her head on the table with both hands to see a blank letter paper in front of Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu saw Tuanzi leaning over to look at his letter paper, reaching out to hold it over and put it on his leg, and then sighing.

The little fourth son looked up at Zhao Pu, "Ninety-nine, who have you written to? You never wrote a letter."

Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't I write a letter?"

Xiao Sizi nodded, "The letter of peace to Grandma Huang is written by Dad."

Zhao Pu touched his chin and asked, "What did your father say?"

The little fourth son smiled and turned his face away.

Zhao Pu pulled his pigtail, "What did he say?"

The little fourth son whispered, "Dad said you are a monkey."

"Ha?" Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows. Where is the monkey?

"I can't sit still after burning my butt." Xiao Sizi pursed her lips, and the joke was quite smooth. "I can't sit steadily on the bench, so I know that I jumped up and down, and shook it with a basket, and there were more lice sifted out than the characters."

Zhao Pu's mouth twitched, "Ha... the nerd said bad things about me behind his back."

The little Sizi continued to pursed her lips, twisted her face and added, "Grandma Huang said so too."

Zhao Pu narrowed his eyes.

"Zhengzheng and Guangguang also said the same."

Zhao Puwangtian rolled his eyes.

"Who are you writing to?" Xiao Sizi took the ink stick and moistened the ink to Zhao Pu, asking curiously.

Zhao Pudao, "We must tell He Yihang about the details of the case."

"Little Mantou has been written this morning." Xiao Sizi said, "Baobao wrote it to the Emperor. I asked Xiao Mantou to draft it. I copied it and then sent it to the palace to the shadows."

Zhao Pu curled his lips, "Ha! Lao Bao actually asked his son to write for him!"

"Are you busy with Baobao? There are so many things in the Suzhou Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture." Xiao Sizi was quite good at giving advice. "Xiao Mantou's draft is still there. I'll take it for you to copy it?"

Zhao Pu's eyes lit up, and then shook his head, "It's okay, the little mantou is written for the emperor, and his tone is naturally lower than his generation. I'm writing for the deputy general. If Lao He saw me using respect to him, he would definitely think that my head was trampled by a horse."

"Well..." Xiao Sizi tilted her head again, "Then let Dad write it for you, Dad writes it so fast."

Zhao Pu's eyes lit up again, and then he shook his head, "It's okay, your father is talking bad about me. He should be laughed at by him if he asks him for help. Don't ask him for help."

The little Sizi grind the ink and picked up the brush to Zhao Pu, "Then Jiujiu can write it yourself."

Zhao Pu took the pen and wrote the first line of words with disgust.

The little Sizi pointed his eyes and pointed, "Why is it so short?"

"Is there any briefness?" Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows.

"You'll finish checking the west?" Xiao Sizi was tired for He Yihang, "It would be strange if He He can understand."

Zhao Pu knead his fingers into a ball, then wrote again, and kneaded them into a ball.

After a cup of tea, Zhao Pu lost the paper balls all over the floor, but every time he only had one line of words and refused to write the second line even though he died.

The little Sizi looked at Zhao Pu sympathetically, "Jiujiu Why didn't you study hard back then?"

Zhao Pu mourned his teeth, "I am a civil and military talent!"

The little fourth son glanced at the paper balls all over the ground and continued to look at Zhao Pu, "It's right that you are a civil and military genius, you're just lazy."

Zhao Pu rolled the dumplings, "Of course you are lazy in civil and military talents! Look at Bai Yutang is lazy than anyone else!"

...

Bai Yutang, who was walking with Zhan Zhao in the distance, suddenly sneezes and rubs his nose with his hand. He felt it was necessary to see if the Tianzun was staying honestly. He wouldn't have caused trouble again, right?

The other end of the Tianzun who was drinking with Yin Hou was also sneezing, and the old god rubbed his nose - which young man said bad things about him?!

...

Xiao Sizi asked Zhao Pu to write slowly, but Zhao Pu had to patiently grind it. As soon as he finished writing, Xiao Sizi pouted, "Ninety-nine, your handwriting is so big, how many words can you write on a piece of paper? Let's make everything clear. Are you going to send this book to congratulate me?"

Zhao Pu reached out and pinched Xiao Sizi's face, "Don't mess with Ouyang chatter and others, your mouth is getting poorer and poorer!"

The little Sizi laughed and reached out to take the brush in Zhao Pu's hand, "Why do I write it for you!"

Zhao Pu raised his eyebrows, "Wow? Are you writing for me?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Sizi nodded, "I just heard Daddy and Mao Mao talk about the case yesterday, and I remember it all!"

Zhao Pu happily rubbed Xiao Sizi's head, "Oh! My son is of great use!"

The little Sizi was so beautiful that she pointed to the couch opposite her, "Jiujiu, go and sleep for a while, I'll write more details for you, I'm idle."

Zhao Pu was satisfied, stood up and stretched, strolled to the couch for a while to rest.

The little fourth son began to write quickly.

Zhao Pu took a nap and slept for about an hour, stretched his waist and got up, and saw that Xiao Sizi had just finished writing and was reading.

Zhao Pu leaned over and glanced at him, nodded - Well! Xiao Sizi's handwriting is quite good! The neat little calligraphy is still round and cute.

"Jiujiu, do you want to check it?" Xiao Sizi showed Zhao Pu a thick stack of letter paper.

Zhao Pu was about to take it, but outside, Ziying ran in, "Prince! Have you finished writing? Black Shadow and White Shadow are about to set off for the northwest!"

Zhao Pu reached out and picked up the envelope from the table, stuffed the stack of manuscripts written by Xiao Sizi, wrote a "congratulations" on the envelope, and handed it to Ziying, "Let's bring it to Lao He."

Ziying took it and felt a thick stack. She was surprised, "Did you write a word on each piece of paper? It's so thick?"

Zhao Pu kicked him out, "Let them go and deliver the letter quickly."

...

Let’s talk a few days later, He Yihang received the letter and opened it to take a look.

Black Shadow and White Shadow stood on both sides, preparing to help supplement it. I guess their marshal would not write too much in detail.

There are still more than a dozen civil servants and generals in the military tent waiting to hear the news.

Everyone saw He Yihang holding the letter paper, his facial expressions constantly changing, and his hands began to tremble. After he finished reading the entire ten letter papers, he took a deep breath. Then, he saw He Yihang put the documents on the table, turned around and walked out, and walked very quickly.

Everyone looked at each other... He Yihang quickly walked out of the tent, then found an uninhabited tent and closed the tent door.

The guards at the door and others were wondering - thinking about what happened to the deputy coach?

At this moment, a "hahaha" laughter erupted in the tent where He Yihang was. He Yihang stomped his feet with a smile, and was shocked by the guards at the door retreating a few feet away. The officers and soldiers in the military camp stopped one after another.

In the military tent, He Yihang's deputy Chen Shaoxi took the letter. Although he was a blind man, he could not see it, but he could only touch his hands and touch it.

Hearing that He Yihang smiled as if tears were about to burst out, Chen Shaoxi wondered, "What did the marshal write to make him happy like this?"

Black Shadow and White Shadow are also curious. How can Lao He laugh like this? It's so rare!

Chen Shaoxi touched it for a while and was so happy that he put the letter on the table and smiled behind the screen for a while.

Black Shadow and White Shadow picked up the letter paper, and all the civil servants and generals in the military camp came to see it.

I saw the first sentence: I greet you and my dear...

Everyone's mouth twitched - Hehe...

Then look down, the full article "Congratulations, Baibai, cat, Zunzun, Yin, Little steamed buns, Little buns, Little Pangpang and Little Pangpang..."

As everyone read the letter, Zhao Pu's face kept coming to their minds...

On that day, the soldiers in the military camp heard a loud laugh from the deputy commander's tent. The deputy generals were holding the wall and laughing non-stop. He Yihang took two steps and suddenly "puffed", and the black shadows and white shadows rolled all over the ground with a smile.

Zhao Pu, who was far away in Suzhou, sneezed dozens of times that day, his ears were hot, and Gongsun pinched his pulse and touched his forehead... Of course, this is a later story, so I won't mention it for now.

...

Let’s talk about Wuzhuang.

After Zhao Pu delivered the letter, he felt that he was so light that he picked up his little son and went out for a walk.

As soon as I reached the gate of the yard, Zhan Zhao was looking around while walking.

Zhao Pu walked over, and the little fourth son reached out and patted Zhan Zhao on the shoulder.

Zhao Pu wondered, "What are you doing? Are you lost?"
To be continued...