Chapter 7 Active Exploration

With fair fingers, he picked up a piece of sour plum and put it in his mouth. The fruit cream melted on the tip of the tongue, and soon a sharp sour taste invaded, and the bitterness was suppressed by the saliva in his mouth.

Wen Qiong thought about Nanny Pang's disposition in daily life, "As long as someone lives in the Hou Mansion, Nanny Pang will definitely not be able to control her mouth."

A Yao nodded in agreement, "What secret came to her, and the whole family knew about turning their heads. Thanks to her, we knew a lot of things when we first came to the Houfu."

For example, Mrs. Su in the concubine's house was once cheated of a hundred taels of silver treasure by means of transshipment. The youngest son visited the Qinlou Chu Pavilion at the age of fifteen or six.Not pleasing to the eye and so on.

Seeing her gossiping face, Wen Qiong smiled a little, "Don't think about these things anymore."

She pointed to the side, "I don't want to wear the clothes on the grand teacher's chair anymore, they have been packed and folded, you can take them away."

A Yao followed her gestures to look, and saw two grand master chairs placed in the closet, snow-coloured lapel gowns and plain white skirts, which were different in different seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and were neatly placed on the chairs.

She stepped forward to take a look, and was immediately surprised, "Girl, did you take out all the white clothes?"

"I don't like white very much." Wen Qiong sighed softly. After seeing the three-foot white silk, she really resisted from the bottom of her heart when she looked at this color again.

She got up and walked towards A-Yao, picked up a snow-white silk brocade skirt with butterfly pattern, and made gestures on her upper body, looking carefully.

"Your skeleton is almost the same as mine. Although it is a little more plain, the pink butterfly embroidered on it is playful and vivid. If you don't mind a little tailoring, it will look great on you."

She found the next one, "I remember you have an autumn-colored dress, and this plain white and green bamboo double-breasted gown fits very well."

The two master and servant were very absorbed in chatting about the clothes, ignoring the sound of footsteps entering the wing room, until A Yao raised her eyes inadvertently, and finally saw the noble young man standing silently aside for a long time with his hands behind his back.

Surprised, she quickly put down the clothes in her hands and bowed, "Master."

Wen Qiong turned around in astonishment when she heard the words, and the young man cast her eyes on the dresses on the grand master's chair, and said with a magnetic voice, "Don't you like white?"

He was dressed in a white brocade black bamboo robe, and his figure was slender and straight. Under the bright lights, his handsome eyebrows and eyes became deeper and deeper, and only her figure was reflected in the dark eyes.

She watched the young man in white robe walking towards her step by step, as if she had returned to the day of her wedding.

Shuang Xi's red hijab was picked up by Xi Cheng, and Lang Jun, who was wearing a big red wedding robe, looked down at her from above. His expression was cold, and his eyes seemed to be a kind of cold scrutiny, which made her shy and shy suddenly become uneasy.

The wedding room was too quiet, so quiet that there were only two shallow breathing sounds. When the wedding candle was burning, there was a sudden explosion.

The slightly cool tail lifted her chin, and when he was forced to raise his head, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, "Madam is so beautiful, like a cat."

It was also that night that she found out that Yao Xuanci was not only a gentle champion hand-picked by the emperor, but also good at riding and archery, and he was very capable of being indulgent and wanton on the couch.

If the truth hadn't been revealed after the new emperor ascended the throne, she really thought that they had a silent and tacit understanding with each other, and their hearts were connected with warmth, so beautiful that she had secretly endured this gloomy and terrible Hou's mansion for that little honey.

The cold fingertips were grasped by a pair of warm hands, Wen Qiong suddenly regained consciousness, A Yao retreated at some point, only the two of them were left in the room.

"Yes." She remembered his question just now, and said softly, "Suddenly I don't like white."

Such a good gentleman married her because of the gift from the emperor. She is a cat he kept in the yard, and she pleases him because of her obedience.

The young man took another step closer, holding her waist, and the two of them pressed close together. He whispered, "I always love the color of frost and white, so Arjun won't like me?"

The candlelight cast the man's shadow on her body, as if darkness descended silently and enveloped the fragile prey, a faint sense of oppression struck.

She wanted to retreat, but she was trapped in his arms and there was no way to retreat, those beautiful eyes silently lowered, "Husband, don't take pleasure in being a concubine."

The woman's black hair was coiled up, and when she lowered her head slightly, a small piece of white and fragile nape was exposed, and the soft hair fell on the delicate skin.

Looking at the slender neck, the young man's phoenix eyes were a little dark.

Then he moved his eyes away, and pulled her back to sit on the couch by the window, "Have you felt any discomfort recently?"

"I have never felt uncomfortable, and my appetite is good."

A bit of cool wind blew in, brushing the broken hair around Wen Qiong's ears, and the young man raised his hand to cover the wide open window.

He leaned forward, with an elegant black bamboo girdle on a white background tied around his thin waist, but Wen Qiong was a little puzzled.

When she was packing her clothes last night, she seemed to have seen this girdle in the dresser, but why did it run on him again.

The window was half-closed, and the cool night wind gushing towards her dissipated in an instant. The young man's eyes swept over the jade bowl on the couch, and noticed the bag of sour plums.

Wen Qiong pursed her lower lip, and took the initiative to test, "Husband has been back to the mansion in the past few days?"

"Starting a case of selling salt for money, I went to Weicheng Wharf."

Yao Xuanci frowned slightly, and it was rare to mention official business with her. "This case involves a lot of gold and silver. It should be protected by court officials, which is a bit tricky."

Wen Qiong nodded thoughtfully, and then said in a soft voice, "By the way, today is twenty-one, and the imperial doctor Song didn't come to the Hou's mansion yesterday. Can you show him the prescriptions prescribed by the mansion doctor?"

"No, the Imperial Physician Song is busy with palace affairs and will not come to the Marquis Mansion again in the future. The Imperial Physician's care is enough."

Yao Xuanci pushed the bag of sour plums in front of her, "Do you still want to eat?"

The pair of slender jade-like hands holding the paper bag were very beautiful, Wen Qiong didn't take it, and looked up at him, "Then why did the husband ask the government doctor to change the prescription?"

In her previous life, she had a miscarriage, and she never drank the prescription prescribed by Song Yuyi, and never saw Song Yuyi again.

This time she fainted unexpectedly, and the matter of pregnancy was in front of Yao Xuanci, so he changed the soup. According to his calculations, Wen Qiong should have expressed doubts at this moment.

Under the candlelight, the woman's light-colored amber pupils seemed to be full of starlight, and when she was stared at, it made people itch. Yao Xuanci lowered his eyes lightly, "I thought that Arjun knew."

Wen Qiong was startled, he still believed that she woke up early that day?

wrong.

If she knew, she should have known about the infertility that the government doctor lied about from Mrs. Hou.

This may be a trial.

Wen Qiong's tense shoulders slowly relaxed, "I heard something from my mother-in-law, is there something my husband is hiding from me?"

The young man smiled lightly and said nothing, but lightly twisted a piece of plum meat wrapped in fruit cream, and handed it to her mouth.

Wen Qiong bit down on the sour plum subconsciously, curling up her tongue.

The fruit cream melted in her mouth, and the strong sour sensation stimulated her sense of taste, but she silently looked at the sparkle of water on the young man's finger.

The young man slightly pursed his lips into a faint smile, raised his hand, casually bit the pulp of his finger, and sucked lightly on the tip of his tongue, and the light layer of fruit cream left on his finger melted away on the tip of his tongue.

"It's sour and sweet, no wonder Arjun likes it."

Yao Xuan took the handkerchief and wiped it off slowly, then picked up a sour plum and fed it to her mouth, Li Jia coaxed, "Do you still want to eat?"

Wen Qiong pursed her lips tightly, and whenever he was unwilling to speak out, he would change the subject like teasing a cat.

Raising her hand to take the sour plum into her mouth, she took away the dried fruit paper bag in his hand, and said in a low voice, "A guest came to the house two days ago, and they lived in the courtyard on the east side of the main courtyard. It's very mysterious.Husband, have you heard about it?"

The young man lowered his phoenix eyes, folded his empty palms, as if he was careless, "I never heard of it."

He seemed to be responding to her question just now, "Qin's words are always half-truths, don't take it to heart, she thinks very highly of herself when she sits on the position of mistress, and she probably has forgotten her previous identity.”

Wen Qiong blinked her eyes silently. It was the first time she heard Yao Xuanci talk about Mrs. Hou in his eyes, with an undisguised indifference.

She seems to have heard someone say that Mrs. Hou and Yao Xuanci's mother are close friends.

But looking at Yao Xuanci's expression, knowing that if he asked further, he would just lower his eyes indifferently, so he wisely didn't ask.

"Then I don't listen to her words."

After a short chat between the two, Wen Qiong felt tired, and Yao Xuanci got up to ask someone to prepare water.

She took off her outer robe, her thin white fingers were resting on the ribbon around her waist, and she was about to change into her pajamas, when somehow she remembered the black bamboo girdle around the young man's waist.

After pondering for a while, she turned around and opened the wardrobe.

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