Chapter 12

Wen Qiong lowered her eyes regretfully, she could only speed up her pace to find another medical clinic, otherwise Yao Xuanci found out and left the house, it would be hard to explain.

When she returned to the alley, A Yao had already put the cloth away, "Why did the girl come back so quickly?"

"I don't know when that medical hall will be closed." She sat still, counted the time silently in her mind, and sighed softly, "Let's go back to the house first, and it will be a waste of time to go to another medical hall."

The boy driving the horse outside heard it, and hurriedly raised his voice, "Girl, there is a medical hall in the fifth alley just now, but the door is set at the entrance of the alley, so it will be more conspicuous to enter and exit, can you go?"

"That's not just on the way." A Yao said in surprise.

It's just that there are many pedestrians coming and going at the alley, and there are many fixed vendors, which is really eye-catching.

She thought for a while, then smiled slyly, leaned forward and took out the white gauze cap from the box cabinet of the carriage, "My maidservant will go find the way for you first, and you can come down later if you have no problem."

Wen Qiong's heart immediately settled down, and after a while, her slender willow eyebrows frowned, the tip of her nose raised slightly, and she asked in doubt, "Ayao, why do you smell like bitter medicine?"

A Yao sighed in a daze, then raised her arm and sniffed her cuff carefully, "No, I haven't touched any medicine today."

But Wen Qiong did smell a faint smell of medicine, and she couldn't ignore it at all.

She felt inexplicably unwilling to admit defeat, doubled the carriage carefully, and looked at A Yao's feet, "Did you step on something under your feet?"

With thin white fingers, she picked up A Yao's skirt, and A Yao lifted her foot up, and saw the medicine dregs falling from the soles of her feet, "Oh, who dumped the medicine dregs on the alley!"

She hurriedly picked up the medicine residue with a silk handkerchief, and threw it away together with the handkerchief in disgust.

"It's really bad luck!"

Fortunately, she stepped on it. The girl in her family is already weak. If she is just pregnant with a child, if she steps on the dregs of the medicine, it will be dangerous to be found by a disease.

A Yao was afraid that she would spread her sickness to Wen Qiong, so she moved her buttocks and sat a little further away, but the carriage was only so big, so she simply got up.

"I'll go sit with Ah Shen outside, don't get the girl dirty, just step over a brazier when I get home and let the smell go away."

Wen Qiong reached out and grabbed her, "Don't be shy, this little matter is not important."

After asking A Yao to sit back to the seat just now, she kneaded and squeezed her fingertips, recalling the books she had secretly consulted, thoughtfully, "Maybe it's because of pregnancy."

She touched the tip of her delicate nose and couldn't help laughing, "It turns out that the dog's nose is so sensitive."

A Yao deeply agrees, she can smell the little medicine dregs, it is really sensitive.

But... "Girl, don't be too happy."

A Yao said earnestly, "It is said that the son-in-law will be caught under the list. Tomorrow's Xinglin banquet, there must be many ministers and family members waiting to choose a satisfactory son-in-law from the new division Jinshi. There are so many people, you can bear it."

Wen Qiong was taken aback when she heard the words, "I forgot about that."

She doesn't have any nausea reaction now, but the aroma of the banquet is mixed, which may reveal her pregnancy.

At the Xinglin Banquet, everyone she doesn't want to meet will be there.

Just as he was thinking about it, the boy A Shen's voice sounded loudly, "Miss, the medical hall is here."

Wen Fu.

A man in a moon-white brocade robe sat alone under the flower pavilion in the courtyard, with a white gardenia in full bloom twirling between his slender fingers.place.

"Uncle." Nanny Song came with a freshly cut fruit, put it on the table and stood aside obediently, looking at the courtyard door with worried eyes.

The girl had been away for more than half an hour, and she reckoned it was time to come back. She only said that the girl was out of the house to buy something, and hoped that nothing would go wrong to make my uncle suspicious.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly said, "Nurse Song, I want to ask you something."

Nanny Song quickly regained her senses, "Master, please tell me."

The delicate and fragile flower branches were pinched inch by inch by the long fingers, and the squeezed green juice stained the soft fingertips. Yao Xuanci said casually, "If one day you want to leave Arjun, what will it be for?"

"How could the old slave leave the girl?"

Listening to this, Nanny Song thought it was absurd and funny, but the person who asked the question was Yao Xuanci, and she looked solemn.

"When the old slaves entered the city as refugees, relatives died and scattered, and the children died of illness in their infancy. The girl was raised by the old slave since she was born. Unless the girl wants to drive the old slave away, the old slave will never leave the girl..”

Yao Xuan said nothing, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, recalling the lonely and deserted Qingyu Courtyard in the dream where heavy snow was flying.

"What about sister and brother Ayao?"

"That's even more impossible. The sister and brother were picked up by the wife from the pile of refugees and beggars. They have been with the girl since they were five or six years old. They regard the Wen Mansion as their home, so how could they leave the girl?"

Nanny Song was a little puzzled, "Young Master, why do you ask these questions?"

The man lowered his cold eyes, "It's just a whim."

The vines have been cut off, and the thin and fragile petals are unbearable to be torn and folded. They are lifted up by a gust of wind, scattered and scattered, and buried in the flower mud.

The heavy snow, which was about to cover and bury the entire Qingyu courtyard, seemed like a soft and sharp sword, cutting off his control of the courtyard with a light blow.

Suddenly, A Yao's cheerful voice sounded, "Nurse, come and help me!"

Then came her exclamation, "Shen! The cloth fell off, you stepped on it!"

Looking at the siblings who started to quarrel after just a few words, Wen Qiong sighed helplessly, and stepped into the yard with the fried chestnuts in her hand and put on a skirt.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw that slender and tall figure appearing in front of her. She clutched the oil-paper bag tightly, thinking that luckily she had expected this time.

Seeing that she was just taking a pulse and was about to leave, the doctor in the medical hall in Fifth Lane painstakingly analyzed her body and bones. Seeing that she was about to prescribe a prescription, Wen Qiong repeatedly declined and left in a hurry.

She couldn't come back with the medicine bag blatantly.

Fortunately, Ah Shen was greedy and couldn't save some coins in her pocket. Taking advantage of her time in the medical hall, she bought a lot of things along the street, and she was able to bring them back to pretend.

Yao Xuanci took the oil-paper bag from her hand, and saw that A Yao who came in later was still wearing a wreath, and was carrying all kinds of food vendors in her hand, her sword eyebrows were slightly frowned.

"Why do you buy so many snacks?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Shen raised his arms high, holding the colorful cloth and slowly walked in, with a guilty conscience in his eyes, "Girl, I accidentally stepped on two pieces of cloth."

Wen Qiong said it was okay, and turned sideways to let him take it in with Nanny Song.

A Yao followed the two of them in.

The two walked behind slowly, Yao Xuanci held her waist tightly and asked in a low voice, "Why do you buy all these fabrics?"

The familiar green bamboo fragrance approached, Wen Qiong frowned when she smelled it, she kept a little distance away quietly, and said softly, "The girl is not good, so she wants to practice her hands."

The palm was suddenly empty, and Yao Xuanci glanced at his own empty palm.

"Why didn't my husband sit with you in the hall, there are still many guests coming to the house?"

He didn't answer, and his eyes moved to the eyebrows of the woman beside him.

She had a pair of watery almond eyes, but the pupils were light amber, and the brows were slightly curved, like a ray of warm winter sun.

That ray of bright scorching sun pierced straight into the dark heart with an irresistible momentum.

It's in the palm of his hand.

Yao Xuanci casually put his hands behind his back, and then said slowly, "Your father, Mrs. Sun, is in the main hall, talking long-winded words, which made me feel sleepy."

It was only then that Wen Qiong remembered that the person in front of him had come in the middle of the night, and stopped walking, "Why don't you go to my room and take a nap?"

The man's phoenix eyes were as calm as water, "Could it be that you forgot that I can't sleep well outside."

He took advantage of the situation and said, "It's better to go back to the Marquis Mansion earlier."

"..." How can I forget that this person also has a problem with bed recognition.

Whenever he went to the suburban villas to escape the summer heat, Yao Xuanci was always awakened by any movement, and he had to get used to it for three or five nights before he could fall asleep peacefully.

It's just that he couldn't sleep well, so he started to toss people wantonly, and didn't let her sleep well.

Wen Qiong was secretly annoyed, this was really shooting herself in the foot.

"If you don't, husband, go back by yourself first, and I'll leave after noon."

Yao Xuanci lowered his eyes and said nothing, just picked a branch of red rose in full bloom, "Ah Qiong doesn't want to go back with me?"

"...No." She secretly clenched her handkerchief tightly.

"Hou's Mansion is Arjun's home." He slowly put the flower hairpin into her hairpin, his eyes flickered slightly, "If you don't want to leave, I will send you back another day."

Wen Qiong clenched the corners of her lips, the Hou Mansion was not her home, it was like a cage with chains and shackles.

Yao Xuanci easily opened the woman's clenched fist, gently squeezed the soft palm, and said unhurriedly, "Be obedient, Wen's residence is busy at this time, why should Aqiong stay here and cause trouble."

Wen Qiong pulled out her hand indifferently, groped to pick off the blooming flowers in her hair, "Since my husband let you back, then let's go."

Yao Xuanci lowered his eyes to look at the empty palm again, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and stood on the spot with his hands behind his back.

After a long time, he called Ah Shen.

The boy in blue poked his head out from the side room, and asked doubtfully, "My lord called me?"

The young man said in a low voice, "Put those things back into the carriage and return to the Marquis Mansion."

When they returned to Qingyu Courtyard, it happened to be lunch time at noon, Xu Shiyao Xuanci told him to come back at noon before leaving, and Madam Pang urged the small kitchen in the courtyard to prepare meals quickly.

After eating, Wen Qiong said that she was going to the study to reconcile the account, then she got up and left.

Watching the gentle and snow-blue figure disappear before his eyes, Yao Xuan put down the soft towel, thinking casually, the docile and well-behaved cat suddenly played a small temper, which is not a small temper.

He returned to the main room to catch up on sleep, and when he stepped into the wing room, he suddenly remembered, "Mo Ya."

The guard in black respectfully responded, "My lord."

The young man's tone was a little rambling, "Go to the study and get the case file brought back yesterday, and put it on the couch in the inner room, and read it when I wake up."

In the study, there was a small stack of account books in front of Wen Qiong. She focused her eyes on the book and the abacus in one hand, and checked it very carefully.

Naturally, this is not the account book of the Hou Mansion, but the account book of the shop in her dowry.

Father Wen doted on his concubine and killed his wife, even ignoring the concubine's entrapment against the son-in-law, but he didn't dare to promote Sun as a common wife, which completely angered Wen's mother, even though more than half of the Wen family was supported by Wen's mother.

The grandfather's family has been in business for a hundred years and is a well-known wealthy businessman in Songzhou. Wen's mother has seen Confucianism and ear dyes since she was a child, and she also has some business methods.

Wen Qiong is about to marry the century-old Hou Fu, so she needs to have the confidence and dignity to live well without relying on the Hou Fu.

Mother Wen tried her best to prepare a lot of shops, villages and fields in excellent locations, and even Wen Boqing donated part of herself, just to give her the best and most generous dowry.

Wen Qiong is also the apple of the eye who is held in the palm of her hand and cared for in every possible way.

She wanted to leave, but this dowry must not be kept, because it made it easier for the Hou family.

A Yao polished the ink well, looked up and saw her girl's thin body sunken deep in the wide and cold wooden chair, she thought that this study room is usually used by the aunt, looking at the room full of books is very elegant, but in fact it is cold, the girl sitsIt will definitely be uncomfortable after a long time.

"Servant, go get some soft pillows for the girl."

By the way, make a pot of tea, get some snacks and fresh fruit, A Yao thought to herself, and walked out of the study room quickly.

As soon as she left, Mo Ya came in, saw the gentle and beautiful woman behind the desk looking up, and hurriedly said, "Come down and get the file of the young master, and leave after taking it, and don't disturb the madam."

He packed up the heavy stack of volumes on the table and picked them up, turned around to leave, but was called out, "Wait a minute."

Mo Ya stopped in a daze, "What's your order, madam?"

I saw the woman stood up with her thin willow eyebrows twisted, approached him and sniffed lightly, her beautiful shallow pupils had some doubts, "Are you injured?"

He smelled faintly of medicine.

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