Chapter 9 Staying in the Wen Mansion

"I want to make peace with Yao Xuan."

"The sooner the better."

"What?!" Mother Wen couldn't believe that her daughter, who has always been well-behaved, could say such unexpected and shocking words.

"Qioner." She stepped forward and tightly held Wen Qiong's arm, staring at her, "Did I hear wrong?"

Wen Boqing frowned and stretched out his hand, "Mother, let go, it hurts Arjun."

Wen Qiong raised her head, the corners of her eyes were already turning red.

She was not the wife that man had identified. After the shackles were removed, he would marry back the person he liked, and her bones would be buried under the heavy snow without a sound.

She paused every word, firmly, "I, want to make peace with him."

"Snapped!"

The sound of crisp applause suddenly sounded, and Mother Wen was extremely angry, "Do you know about your marriage, this gentleman is so many noble girls who can't ask for it?"

"Mother!"

Wen Boqing hurriedly protected Wen Qiong behind him, "Ah Qiong is not reckless, naturally he made a decision after deliberating for a long time, your attitude is too extreme."

Thin white fingers grabbed the corner of his clothes and tugged, "Brother, you don't have to protect me."

Yao Xuanci has always been a perfect son-in-law in his mother's heart, and it was too abrupt for her to propose a divorce rashly.

Wen Qiong walked out from behind her elder brother, a thin layer of blush appeared on her fair side face, mother Wen's heart trembled when she saw it, and she tightly clenched the hand she wanted to reach out.

"Kneel down!"

Wen Qiong lifted the hem of her skirt, knelt down obediently, her back was straight and straight, she raised her head frankly and looked at Mother Wen, "My daughter said this to her mother after she had thought it through.

Mother Wen saw the persistent expression between her eyebrows and eyes, and held back her distress, "Do you know what you are going to give up?"

"You're pregnant with a son-in-law, a sure-fire little son. In the future, the glory and wealth that Yao Shizi worked hard for belongs to you only, and no one can take it away. You don't know how to push away this easy-to-get luck?!"

Wen Qiong's beautiful amber eyes were very calm, ignoring the slight prickly pain on her face, "I can't bear this good luck, Yao Xuanci has no self in his heart, and I don't want to endure it."

Mother Wen saw that she didn't care about this at all, her face darkened, "You see your father hates me, but so what, I'm still the mistress of the Wen family."

"Even if Yao Shizi takes a concubine in the future, you are the main wife, and the position of the future mistress of the Hou Mansion is appointed by the emperor!"

Wen Qiong lowered her eyes, "But I don't care."

She has experienced the ending of the road that her mother said, and she has lost everything.

She doesn't want the position of wife of this world.

"What Arjun said is very true. We can't reach the Hou's mansion, so why force it." Wen Boqing firmly protected his sister.

He had also heard about the concubines and daughters of the Hou's mansion, and they were extremely difficult to deal with, not to mention the stepmother, Arjun fell into the Hou's mansion, that is, the white rabbit fell into the wolves.

It would be wise to leave early, even better if you can take the kids with you.

Mother Wen was about to be pissed off by the siblings, her eyes were reddened, and her tone was a little disappointed, "You were well-behaved and sensible when you were young, but now you are married and you are rebellious."

Wen Qiong's wing-like eyelashes trembled slightly, she was not afraid of anything, only that her mother and brother would look at her with disappointment, causing her newborn courage to shrink back into the darkness.

The mother wanted to be strong all her life, and she refused to reconcile with her in order to fight for one breath. She vowed that the Sun family would be a concubine when she died, and that her father would regret his deception for the rest of his life.

The day she married into the Hou Mansion was when her mother was most proud.

At this time, the closed hall door was knocked twice, it was the nurse next to Wen's mother, "Ma'am."

"Yao Shizi sent guards to ask the girl when she will return to the Marquis Mansion."

Mother Wen was startled, and looked at Wen Qiong, "Have you ever mentioned the matter of reconciliation with Shizi Yao?"

Wen Qiong pursed her lips, "Not yet."

She has a child in her womb, if Yao Xuanci knew about it, he would not be able to let her leave wantonly.

She was silent for a moment, then stood up, "My daughter will go back to the Hou Mansion first."

She just stood firm, and then Wen Boqing pressed her shoulders, "Are you going back like this?"

He said, "Follow me back to the yard to get the medicine."

His mother had never slapped Arjun, and based on Wen Boqing's many years of experience, he reckoned that the slap wasn't heavy, and Arjun didn't cry.

But her skin is delicate and prone to redness and marks, so she definitely can't go back now.

Before leaving, he said to Wen's mother, "Mother, tell the guard to report to Yao Shizi, and Aqiong will return tomorrow."

Wen Qiong's yard when she was not married was at the back of the main courtyard, and it was often cleaned in order to wait for her to stay overnight.

She lifted her skirt and stepped into the courtyard gate, bypassing the small wall shadow, and there was a stunning and gorgeous sea of flowers, as if she had strayed into a Taoyuan field.

In the afternoon sun, a ray of breeze blew by, and the tranquility seemed to slow down as if time had slowed down. It can be seen that the yard has been carefully taken care of on weekdays.

She stood under the eaves, quietly looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard.

She had been here when the Wen Mansion was raided.

The servants and maidservants fled in a panic with their bundles. The father, under the guard of the officers and soldiers, walked out of the gate of Wen Mansion with a dazed expression on his face. Sun followed behind with his children, weeping and cursing.

Her mother and elder brother just looked haggard and indifferent, standing behind like outsiders.

Yao Xuanci held her wrists and did not allow her to approach her. She could only stand in the distance and watch helplessly.Li burst into tears.

She still doesn't know whether the catastrophe of the Wen family's exile was caused by her.

"Standing under the sun, is it stupid?" The young man in Dan Yi came back after taking the ointment, and took two quick steps to pull her back into the room.

He carefully and gently applied the light-scented transparent ointment on her face, looking at the thin red marks on her face, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but he teased, "Why, do you know what it feels like to be beaten by your mother?"Right? Does it hurt?"

The bright sunlight poured into the house, Wen Qiong cast her eyes on the splendid garden outside, and heard Mother Wen's disappointed tone again.

She said softly, "There is only a little bit of spicy left."

Wen Boqing didn't miss the uneasiness and timidity in her eyes, and chuckled, "After all, it's my mother's little cotton padded jacket. She didn't want to do anything heavy, and secretly stuffed me with a good ointment."

Sure enough, the woman's eyes lit up slightly, as if a wilted flower branch came to life when it met water.

He put the ointment on the small table beside him, and glanced at the sky outside, "It will be dark in another hour and a half, and the traces will not be visible at dinner."

After all, those amorous peach blossom eyes looked Wen Qiong up and down, "Last time you didn't let me feel the pulse, didn't you already have a premonition of pregnancy?"

Wen Qiong nodded obediently, her voice was a little hoarse, "I didn't wake up that day, and I didn't hear the doctor's words, and he never told me that I left the house to find the doctor myself."

Wen Boqing immediately frowned, unable to understand Yao Xuanci's actions, "After a while, you will find out that you are pregnant. What is he going to do?"

"I can't figure out his thoughts." She sighed lightly, rubbing her slightly painful temples with her white fingertips, feeling at a loss in her heart.

"But he has already ordered someone to replace the decoction with a fetal medicine, in order to keep the child."

"You and your husband have been together for more than a year. How come you have to guess whether your baby will be born or not. Naturally, if you are pregnant, you have to wait for it."

Wen Boqing looked displeased.

At first, I thought it was Arjun who was tormented by the Hou family and wanted to reconcile, but after hearing this, I finally understood why she was so determined.

He had seen how Wen's father and Wen's mother had come back together for more than ten years, and he didn't want his younger sister to follow the same path.

Wen Boqing pondered for a while, "As my mother said, this marriage was bestowed by the emperor, so reconciliation and divorce are somewhat troublesome."

Wen Qiong looked up at him suddenly, "Brother means...?"

He took out the folding fan at his waist and shook it slowly, blowing a cool breeze, his thin lips curled up slightly, "Trouble is trouble, but it's not impossible."

"You can raise your baby safely and wait for your brother to make arrangements."

The sky was getting dark, and Wen's father hadn't returned yet, so dinner was in Wen's mother's courtyard.

Wen Boqing chatted with Wen's mother in private for a while, Wen's mother had calmed down a lot, and finally sighed how her daughter met a lucky man like her, and the marriage was not smooth.

In the dining hall, Wen Qiong stepped in wearing a gentle green shirt, raised her eyes, and saw her mother's eyes were flushed, obviously she had cried.

Mother Wen quickly stepped forward to hold Wen Qiong's hand, caressed her fair cheek, eyes full of guilt, "Does it still hurt?"

Wen Qiong shook her head.

She regretted, "Your brother broke up with me and talked about it. If the two of you are not suitable, it would be a blessing to find out earlier."

"It's good that mother understands me." Wen Qiong raised her hand and stroked the broken hair beside Wen's mother's ear, showing a soft smile, "I made mother worry about me."

"You have to take care of yourself." Mother Wen sighed softly.

Thinking of her usually docile and indomitable temperament, fearing that she would suffer a dark loss, she couldn't help telling, "Since Yao Shizi cares about this child, you can show it off, don't hold back, he will clean up this mess for you after all."

After finishing speaking, she turned to Nanny Song, "You have to repeat this to her every day, she won't remember long if her heart is soft."

Nanny Song hurriedly said, "Of course, this old slave will remember."

Wen Boqing sat at the dining table and said lazily, "Don't come here, come and have dinner."

The maid put the delicious meal on the table, Wen Qiong raised her head after she sat down, met Nanny Song's pity look, and bowed her eyebrows soothingly.

Now is the time when she feels most secure.

She knew that this time her back was against a solid mountain, not a cliff.

After the meal, Wen Qiong had a long talk with Wen's mother. If it wasn't for the fact that she was pregnant, Wen's mother would have invited a few experienced nuns to serve Wen Qiong.

Thinking of this, she began to have substantial dissatisfaction with Yao Xuanci.

It was late at night, the sky was filled with stars twinkling, and the deserted moonlight poured down on the ridge of the roof. Qingyu Courtyard fell into silence, only a few lanterns under the porch were still lit.

Behind the carved wooden door of the hanging moon in the main compartment, the green shadow yarn woven curtain has been replaced, and a few burnt white dresses are placed on the small couch by the window, and the messy embroidered baskets under the couch have been carefully tidied up.It was neat, as if someone couldn't stand the random placement of the fabric embroidery threads, and specially folded them one by one and pushed them back.

Inside the sandalwood bed tent, the handsome young man who was deep in sleep raised his eyebrows tightly, as if he had dreamed of something.

Yao Xuanci firmly believes that the snowy Hou Mansion in front of him is just a dream, even though it is decorated with bright red lanterns for the New Year everywhere, the noisy and bustling reality is real.

The Qingyu courtyard was deserted and deserted, as if it had been divided into two worlds. One must know that the gathering of their masters and servants was the most noisy, so how could it be so quiet.

The snow in the courtyard bent the branches of the flowering tree, which was specially found by her brother for her. After planting in autumn, there was a torrential rain, and the next year it bloomed very luxuriantly.

Especially the sweet-scented osmanthus in full bloom, when he returned home late at night, if he smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, he would know that Qing Yu Yuan was coming.

But the courtyard door was closed tightly, but no one was seen, not even the house where the earth dragon was burning.

Yao Xuanci's brows were furrowed. This dream was outrageous. You must know that she was extremely afraid of the cold. In late autumn, when the weather was cold, she would not even get out of bed. The earth dragon would not stop until the willow leaves sprouted.The bitterness of winter.

White snowflakes wrapped the entire Qingyu Courtyard... As the heavy snow fell, his perspective stayed in the courtyard. After a long time, he gradually felt a sense of reality, as if he could already feel the icy cold wind.

I don't know how long it took, the sky became dark, and there was movement in the main wing, which was thought to be empty. After a while, Nanny Song walked slowly towards the gate of the courtyard with her burden on her back.

Where is she going?

Where is Wen's?