C2 Come on Let's Hurt Each Other

She might be able to kill Hulk in secret, Jiang Tang thought.

But killing Ah Fu seemed to be a far-fetched dream.

Putting aside her exquisite appearance and self-indulgence in her actions, as far as her name was concerned, she was blessed by the heavens. Jiang Tang did not have the courage to fight her head on.

So she took the money and secretly sent a telegram to the temple guardian.

At the beginning, she complained, "It's so f * cking hard to be careful with your words and actions..."

Even though she remembered his blessing before she left, and remembered that Ah Fu was the hallmark of the Temple of Fortune, and she had to endure it again and again, there was a limit to a person's tolerance, not to mention that she was a famous god.

After thinking for a while, she said, "I'll add that when the ship enters Newport, I..."

What should I do? Do I have to be tortured in the Manchu Dynasty? Or do I have to go to Cixi?

Jiang Tang had not thought of this yet, so she was at a loss. She rummaged through her purse to find the rest of the silver coins. The Empress Dowager was still Blessed Buddha's empress dowager. She would think about these things when she was done.

There was no rush. She would wait first.

She paid two silver coins. "Remember to greet the temple blessing when you sign your name."

The girl who tapped the telegram did not understand what she meant. She looked at Jiang Tang's expectant eyes with some hesitation. She slowly asked, "Is it that kind of greeting?"

Jiang Tang smiled. "Yes, it's that kind of greeting."

The girl understood. She picked up the ink-filled pen and drew a few strokes on the letter. Only when the ink was completely out did she start to write with a solemn expression:

Dear temple, are you all right? I heard that it has been snowing in Nanyang recently.

I really want to watch the snow by the river with you.

This was the first time she had helped someone write, and she had learned the style of the story. Jiang Tang felt that it was quite good, like those poets from the old days, but it was a bit too simple.

Jiang Tang held the thin letter in her hand. "Can you add another sentence?"

"What do you want to add? Blessing and instruction?"

That was all she could write. If it was love and love... She still hadn't said anything about marriage. What could she write? Could it be that she wanted to write something about a long journey of love and only wished for the Lord to accompany her?

... Then she'd better shut up. The little girl blushed. "Think about it yourself."

Jiang Tang smiled very naturally, with shallow dimples. "The early spring temperature in the South Sun City is bone-piercingly hot. Buy more cotton in the cotton store to make new mattresses. Don't let the people freeze to death during the winter."

The current temple guardian was the only boy in the Temple of Fortune.

To pamper, Ah Fu said it like he was pampering a kitten in front of the window.

Jiang Tang raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the black shadow that was sticking to the glass. She was speechless. "Ah Fu, are you wiping the glass?"

Ah Fu didn't feel awkward at all.

There was no light in the corridor outside the newspaper room. Her whole body was blurry, and only her figure could be vaguely seen. She swayed along with the wind, "Jiang Tang, are you a three-year-old child?"

The clear and crisp echo was quite terrifying.

Jiang Tang's eyes curved as she lied as usual, "I'm writing love letters with the temple guardian."

Ah Fu never believed her. She only believed what she had just seen. For example, Jiang Tang said that she liked to talk in her sleep, and that she liked to cover her quilt and dig her feet.

Which love letter wrote like this? Ah Fu really wanted to knock on her head and take a look.

"Is your head full of tofu dregs?" She couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Tang couldn't help it either. She hugged Ah Fu's chubby waist and dragged him out like a sack. "If I'm tofu dregs, you're a beanpole. You'll either be roasted or fed to pigs."

Girls were like this. When they quarreled, they were like cannonballs. When they got angry, they even dared to scold themselves. In Hulk's shallow impression, Jiang Tang had never let him off.

Women were really fierce. Ah Fu patted Jiang Tang's head.

She thought for a while and said, "We are all from the same root. Don't bully each other."

Jiang Tang touched her purse and only smiled. She seemed to be a little emotional as she looked at Ah Fu but didn't say anything. Chen Wang and Cao Zhi from the Three Kingdoms once said: We are from the same root, so there's no need to rush.

So let's just leave it at that. There was still a long way to go.