Chapter 8

After searching for a while, Wen Qiong gently closed the lid of the box, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous.

He even kept the matter of returning home from her.

Since the act of keeping the door on that rainy night, it was like a slap on Wen Qiong's face, as if she had returned to the time when Yao Xuanci ruthlessly grounded her after she was called into the palace by the new queen and learned the truth.

She thought that she was leaning against a reliable and stable mountain, but she never thought that she was already standing on the edge of the cliff, and was gently pushed by someone, and panicked and fell like a bird with its wings cut off.

Wen Qiong was too tired to think about whether the Weicheng investigation he said was true or not.

That’s all, it’s delusional thinking, you should stop it when you should.

the next day.

When Wen Qiong woke up, Yao Xuanci had already gone to Dali Temple, but he left a guard beside him to pass the word that he would come back for lunch at noon.

She nodded lightly, and after having breakfast, she asked Nanny Song to prepare the gift, changed her own clothes, and prepared to take the carriage to Wen's residence.

About to leave the Hou Mansion, Wen Qiong suddenly remembered something, stopped and said to A Yao, "Tomorrow I will have someone come to your door and make some new clothes for you, you go back and tell Nanny Pang to burn those white clothesBar."

A Yao was stunned, "Girl gave those clothes to the slaves yesterday..."

A look of disgust flashed across the woman's eyebrows, "I don't want to see those clothes again."

The girl was obviously angry, and Ayao held back the pain in her heart, "Young maidservant, let's go!"

In front of the carriage, Nanny Song put down the horse stool, helped Wen Qiong into the carriage, and then said softly, "Why is the girl so arrogant?"

The girl was disciplined very well, and she had never done such delicate things as burning clothes for no reason.

Wen Qiong raised the curtains of the carriage and tied them up, looked at the wide door of the Hou Mansion, pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I'm just annoyed by looking at it."

"It's good to go back to Wen's mansion and see Madam." Nanny Song comforted her with a smile, "If you have any grievances, just tell Madam, and it will be fine."

The girl is gentle and well-behaved by nature, she is very sensible at a young age, she is not willing to let his wife and elder brother worry, and usually bury the grievances suffered by others in her heart to digest silently.

Her girl is the softest woman in the world.

If it weren't for the marriage bestowed by the emperor, it would be the most suitable husband-in-law to find a well-matched literary and ink talent. The Hou's mansion is a wealthy family, and the girl has a pure heart and often suffers from secret losses, but she still bears it in front of the uncle.

When the son returned to the mansion yesterday, the girl didn't mention the punishment of the ancestral hall, which made Nanny Song angry and distressed.

Wen Qiong thought of her mother who was full of tenderness, the disgust in her eyes dissipated slightly, and her brows and eyes became a little more gentle.

Just as he was thinking, he caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar face from the corner of his eye. The man was wearing a black shirt and hurried into the Hou Mansion with a medicine box in his hand.

She looked carefully, but she still couldn't remember who this familiar person was, but she heard Nanny Song surprised, "Hey, isn't that Song Yuyi?"

Wen Qiong hadn't seen Song Yuyi for more than two years since she gave birth, so she didn't recognize her very well.

But he only came to the courtyard last month, and Nanny Song naturally remembered it clearly, "Didn't my uncle say that Imperial Physician Song is busy with palace affairs and won't come to the Hou's mansion."

She was quite puzzled, the Song imperial doctor mostly diagnosed women, so she guessed, "Could it be that some female family member in the house invited them here?"

Biting her red lips, Wen Qiong suddenly thought of the mysterious East Court for some reason.

A Yao came out of the Hou Mansion briskly, she quickly got into the carriage, and A Shen waved his whip to set off.

A Yao sat down firmly and said impatiently, "Miss, did you see Imperial Physician Song just now? I can see clearly from the side. He came into the mansion with my uncle's token."

Clutching the thin fan handle with her knuckles, she turned white with strength, Wen Qiong slowly closed her eyes, restraining her wandering thoughts.

Going back to the mansion is the most important thing right now, the girl finally cheered up, and Nanny Song made the decision and stamped it, "Don't worry, we'll inquire after we get back to the mansion."

The imperial city is huge, and it takes about half an hour from Hou Mansion to Wen Mansion.

When Wen's mother heard that Wen Qiong was coming, she got up happily, "Boqing, sit here and drink tea with Lin Shu, and I'll meet your sister."

Wen Boqing lazily hummed, crossed his legs and slumped on the chair, and casually shook the folding fan in his hand, looking like a lazy and wanton nobleman.

It's just that those amorous peach blossom eyes look out of the courtyard from time to time.

Sitting next to him was a Qingjun man in an azure embroidered feather robe and couldn't help laughing, "Brother Wen, if you want to pick up your sister, you don't have to be so polite and stay with me in the hall."

Wen Bo Qingwen? Ling Yan glanced at him lightly, "You have such a big face, it's worth me to sit here and drink tea with you, but it's just my mother nagging on the road, and I'm going to call it a foil."

"Have you had enough tea?" He urged, with a disgusted expression on his face, "Hurry up and earn money for me. If you still put on a show in front of my boss, you will be lazy."

"Brother Wen said that, it's a segregation. How can you and I be in the relationship between subordinates and subordinates?"

Xu Linshu rolled up his sleeves gracefully, and began to tear them apart earnestly, "You forgot, if I hadn't picked you up when I walked out of the examination room that day, would you have kowtowed on the steps?"

"If I hadn't sent you to the medical clinic in time to see a doctor earlier, how could you recover before the palace examination and pass the palace examination safely, right?"

"Tomorrow the list will be released. If you are among the top three, I will take credit for it."

This guy was too loud and talkative, he seemed to have three mouths, Wen Boqing simply closed the folding fan and slapped him on the wrist hard.

The Qingjun scholar quickly dodged away, and brought up the teacup with a smile, "Brother Wen, if you treat me like this, I will sue Aunt Wen. If she knows that you plan to quit your job and go into business..."

"Say one more thing?" The young man in Dan Yi stared at him with a half-smile.

Xu Linshu coughed lightly, and after drinking a sip of tea, he was quite sensible, "I'm going back to be a cow or a horse right now."

Wen's daughter went back to her mother's house, and it would be very troublesome for him to stay alone as a guest.

Wen Boqing nodded, and ordered his servant Yu Ming to send him away from the house, and then called the maid to instruct the kitchen to prepare some desserts that the concubine's daughter likes to eat.

After about a cup of tea, finally heard the faint sound of talking and laughing from outside the main hall.

Especially his mother, from the uplifting tone, one could imagine how bright her smile was on her face. Wen Boqing sat quietly for a while, and finally couldn't help getting up and walking out of the hall.

He stood under the porch in a flamboyant red dress, with one hand behind his back, a folding fan spread out in front of his chest, shaking lightly, looking at the mother and daughter who were walking slowly arm in arm, he clicked his tongue, "It's really fragrant from far away, so close."It stinks."

Mother Wen wore a sandal-colored double-breasted gown and a horse-faced skirt, with the solemnity and elegance of being a mistress, but when she heard the words, she said unhappily, "Why, you are a young man who is almost in his twenties, and you don't want to talk to your family.You don't hang out with your peers, you either don't even leave the house in the courtyard, or you don't come home for a day or two, and you still think I have a good face for you?"

Mother Wen became angrier as she spoke, and twisted his arm with the hand that was holding the handkerchief, "If it weren't for the announcement of the ranking, your mother would not be able to bear the stick in her hand."

That blow was neither serious nor serious, but Wen Boqing felt the full resentment accumulated by Wen's mother these days, and silently stepped aside,

Well, I dug a hole for myself.

Wen Qiong's eyes were full of smiles, she was held by her mother into the main hall,

Her impression of Wen's mother stayed at the time when Wen's family was ransacked and exiled, and she was still thinking about her before she died. However, Wen's mother hadn't seen her daughter for many days.Don't come in.

Wen Boqing served as a foil for half a day, until Wen Qiong returned to Mother Wen's main courtyard after lunch, and Wen Qiong finally thought of him.

"I brought a collection of poems by famous masters from the former dynasty, and a landscape painting in color and ink, which my brother has always wanted, and I have asked Ah Shen to send them to your courtyard."

The round fan in her hand was shaking slightly, and she remembered again, "By the way, there is also a pair of light-colored amethyst and gold-painted go chess. I am very bad at chess, so I brought it as a gift to my brother."

Wen Boqing's eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Brother will buy you fried chestnuts with sugar later."

"Yao Shizi also likes to play chess, so you can keep it as a gift for him." Mother Wen pushed the freshly cut fresh fruit in front of Wen Qiong, "Your brother has collected so many Go chess of various colors that it would fill the ancient shelves."

The smile between Wen Qiong's eyebrows faded, she took a fork and bit off the fruit, and said casually, "He is busy with work, so he has no time to go out early and return late."

"That's right. Yao Shizi was only promoted to Shaoqing in Chunri. Dali Temple already has a lot of files. The ones in his hands must be important."

Mother Wen is very satisfied with Yao Xuanci.

Young and promising, with a good family background, he treats others indifferently but is a calm and upright person, this kind of young talent is worthy of her family Jiaojiao.

Thinking about it, she cast a sideways glance at the young man in tan who was sitting on the side seat with a carefree attitude, "In the future, if you become an official in the court, you can take Yao Shizi as an example."

Wen Boqing's peach-blossom eyes dimmed, the folding fan fluttered for a while, "Mother didn't talk like that in the past."

What his mother expects of him is "If you are determined to surpass your father as an official, let him open his eyes and see clearly that what he is pampering is nothing but a disgusting piece of carrion!"

"You can say it." Mother Wen glared at him resentfully.

Wen Qiong pursed her lips, and raised her hand to signal the maidservants in the small main hall to back down. Mother Wen was startled, and looked at her questioningly.

When the words came to an end, Wen Qiong's heart was pounding. She got up and closed the hall door herself. After turning around, she tried to smile slightly, "Mother, I came back today because I have two things to tell you."

Wen Boqing saw that her amber eyes were full of tension, and her whole body was showing anxiety, so he got up and led her to sit back, and patted Wen Qiong's thin shoulder with his big palm.

"Don't panic, but what's wrong?"

Wen Qiong lowered her eyes and picked the handle of the fan in her hand with her fingernails, "I'm pregnant."

Mother Wen's heart hanging in her throat suddenly fell back into her stomach, her brows were filled with joy, and she hurriedly asked, "You child scared me to death, how long has it been, is there any discomfort?"

Wen Boqing felt that something was wrong, being pregnant was a good thing, but her sister's reaction had nothing to do with being happy at all.

"What about the other thing?"

A soreness welled up in Wen Qiong's eyes, she remembered the thin piece of rice paper that she had pressed under the teapot before she died, and said softly, "I want to make peace with Yao Xuanci."

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