Chapter 15 So He Knows

It was she who was supposed to be at the banquet when she pushed the door open, Yao Xuanci couldn't help but frowned lightly, then looked away coldly.

Folding the blood-stained handkerchief carefully, he said in a calm tone without any emotion, "The banquet in Xinglin hasn't ended yet, why did you come here?"

Wen Qiong knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't say that Mother Wen urged her to come.

Glancing at the sharp sword with a strong bloody smell, she pulled out a round stool beside him and sat down, "I can't worry about you."

"Is your injury serious?" She frowned slightly, and lightly touched the edge of the bandage on his forehead, her beautiful eyes filled with apology.

"I thought there were hidden guards and bodyguards protecting each other, and it must have been a small bump, so I asked the government doctor to come first."

As soon as the woman approached, a faint fragrance entangled her quietly.

Thin white fingertips gently caressed his eyebrows and eyes, fell behind his knees and climbed to his palm.

"What case are you investigating? These people may not be too bold, even court officials dare to do it."

She held his fingers affectionately, looked straight at him with her beautiful eyes, and whispered softly like a spring breeze, blowing away the gloom in his heart.

"Is your husband still in pain?"

She subdued silently, and the coldness between the man's brows and eyes was obviously loosened.

He slightly curled his lower finger, rubbed against the soft flesh of his palm, and said softly, "It's no longer a hindrance."

Yao Xuanci pushed the sharp sword and the blood-stained soft towel away, "It's just some small shrimps who want to snatch fish food, and they flop around unscrupulously because there are big fish behind them. It's a bit difficult to deal with."

The smell of blood was faint, and Wen Qiong exhaled imperceptibly. Her sense of smell was a bit disturbing.

Looking down at the slender white hand that hooked him, the man held it in his palm and squeezed the cool fingertips.

"Is there anything interesting at the banquet?"

"It's a bit boring. The literati gather together, and sometimes they recite poems and write poems, and sometimes they borrow things to compose words. I am naturally dull, and I feel dizzy when I hear it."

Wen Qiong stayed in the corner talking with her mother, but she caught a glimpse of Mrs. Hou and the two daughters of the first wife, moving gracefully and freely among the shadows of their clothes and temples.

Yao Xuanci hummed softly, Xinglin Banquet was indeed a bit boring for her.

Suddenly, he felt the strangeness in her palm, and immediately frowned, and when he opened his hand, he saw a few bright red scars.

"How did you get hurt?"

"I accidentally got rubbed against a wooden splinter when I got into the carriage." Wen Qiong quietly withdrew her hand, and went sideways to lift the pot to pour tea, "A small wound, it's fine."

As soon as she moved, the embroidered bamboo and silk handkerchief on her lap slipped and fell down, and Yao Xuanci reached out to catch it.

He accidentally saw the small sachet hanging from the woman's waist, folded the silk handkerchief neatly and put it back on the table.

"How was the pulse yesterday? Is there any discomfort?"

Wen Qiong's eyes paused, and she swallowed the tea carefully, "Did the government doctor tell my husband, everything is fine, and he left me a sachet, which smells really good."

"This?" Yao Xuanci reached out and took off the sachet, and casually smoothed out the tassels, "Does Aqiong know what this sachet is for?"

Wen Qiong pressed her lower lip tightly, she had guessed it.

She still doesn't understand why Yao Xuanci obviously wants this child, but why he doesn't want to tell her about it.

Whenever want to ask, think of death on the eve of New Year's Eve, and the second girl of the Zheng family who lives in Dongyuan now, and all doubts are swallowed back into stomach.

If asked, don't know what will happen.

It's better to maintain this calm appearance and wait patiently until the fetus is firmly seated and can't hide it completely before asking.

But Wen Qiong didn't like to lie, she couldn't deny it calmly, so she took back the sachet from him, "Since it was given by the doctor, it must be something useful."

A shadow flashed across the young man's eyes, and he suddenly said, "Nurse Song is very good at needlework, if you really want to practice female redness, you can go to her, don't hurt your hands."

Wen Qiong only thought that he was talking about the scar on her palm, hummed lightly, put the neatly folded silk handkerchief back into her sleeve, stood up, "It's going to be dark, why don't you go home?"

"We still need to hunt down tonight."

The young people got up together, called Mo Ya, and said to her, "This place is a bit far from the imperial city, I ordered him to escort you back."

Seeing this, Wen Qiong no longer refused.

It was a mission for her to come here.

This farewell lasted for several days, and letters from Yao Xuanci often came in. When Wen Qiong saw the news that he was about to return, she was about to ask Nanny Song about female celebrities.

Yao Xuanci was right, her flaming red wedding dress was embroidered by Nanny Song, and her first silk fan embroidered with double-sided beauty was also made by Nanny Song for her.

Wen Qiong cherished that silk fan so much that she was reluctant to use it on weekdays.

It was the beginning of August, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in the courtyard was gradually blooming, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted into the wing room, and the tip of the nose was full of sweetness.

A Yao pressed the incense powder carefully, and after lighting it, the elegant woody fragrance slowly overflowed with a wisp of white smoke.

The woody fragrance collides with the sweet osmanthus fragrance, as if a breeze blows outside the lush green forest, carrying the distant osmanthus flowers into the depths of the forest.

"Mum, shouldn't the baby's bellyband be folded like this?"

Wen Qiong held a piece of cut fabric, laid it flat and gestured, and asked, "And press the edge seam with dense embroidery thread?"

"Exactly." Nanny Song helped her round the corners, "Young lady is smart, but she is not very proficient."

Wen Qiong's eyebrows and eyes were curved, revealing a small pear dimple, "Nurse used to praise me, my craftsmanship is terrible, you haven't seen me make those weird-shaped fabrics so badly."

After speaking, Wen Qiong put down her needle and thread, got up and walked into the inner room.

"I'll show it to you, it's really ugly."

She went to the window and took out the embroidered basket that was under the couch. She glanced at it and was immediately shocked.

The originally messy embroidery threads in the embroidery basket were smoothed out one by one and tied neatly.

The originally messy and extremely asymmetric baby bellyband was neatly folded and flattened with an embroidery knife.

The rest of the fragmented fabrics are neatly placed at the bottom according to the change of color sequence.

Suddenly, the handkerchief that slipped from between her knees and was caught and neatly folded on the table appeared in her mind.

Having shared the same bed for four years, Wen Qiong knew very well that such a slightly compulsive cleanliness, only that person would do it.

Her thin white fingers clenched the squarely folded apron, she breathed quickly, and hurriedly walked out of the inner room with the embroidery basket in her arms, "Nurse."

Nanny Song heard the sound and looked over.

Wen Qiong's voice was hoarse for a moment, "...Did Mammy help me tidy up this embroidery basket?"

Nanny Song laughed, "Girl, could it be that she forgot, uncle Xijie, this inner room is rarely allowed to enter."

They usually stop outside the screen, and even closer are guarding in front of the weeping moon wooden door, and they will only go in when the girl is washing and dressing.

She approached, saw the neatly packed embroidery basket in her hand, and said, "Even the embroidery thread has been smoothed out so neatly, it must be done by my uncle."

Wen Qiong's heart beat like a drum.

... The small sachet was swaying in front of her, and the young man asked in a very calm tone, "Does Aqiong know what this sachet is for?"

The man obviously asked on purpose.

When did he know that she knew he was pregnant?

Wen Qiong tried her best to search for every moment of the past, and after a long time, she suddenly remembered the strange reaction of Mo Ya in the study that day.

Mo Ya was not injured, but there was a faint smell of bitter medicine.

After he answered hastily, he walked away quickly.

Bitter medicine...

An idea flashed in her mind, she quickly put up her skirt and walked out of the wing room, holding on to the door and raising her voice slightly, "Ah Shen?"

"Hey!" The blue-shirted boy was helping the boy to repair the flower tree. Hearing this, he put down the things in his hands and ran over, "Why did you call me?"

Wen Qiong instructed in a low voice, "Go to the medical clinic in Fifth Lane, Qiyun Street, and ask if Mo Ya has been there since we left."

Ah Shen didn't understand the ins and outs of this matter, but he never asked the girl's order, so he nodded and left neatly.

The young man ran out of the courtyard gate at such a high speed that he almost bumped into two maidservants. After apologizing sincerely, he ran out of the mansion without looking back.

The slightly taller maidservant in blue skirt glanced at his back as he was leaving quickly, and then at the plaque of Qingyu Yuan, her eyes suddenly showed disgust.

"This boy is from the Wen family, right? Running around in the Hou's mansion, he doesn't understand any rules, he's reckless."

The maidservant in the white skirt motioned her to keep her voice down, "Stop talking, the Wen family is in the courtyard, we have to keep quiet."

Only then did they know that Wen's not only did not invite Song Yu doctor to come to the door, but also changed a new prescription.

The doctor of the Hou's mansion killed him with a single bite for Wen Yang's body, but he said that the Wen family could not bear children, which was very different from what the Song imperial doctor said, which made the second girl suspicious.

The eldest son has been missing, and the second girl's injury is almost recovering. Seeing that she can no longer stay in the Hou's mansion, the time and opportunities she can take advantage of are getting tighter and tighter.

It's best to directly bribe that Nanny Pang this time, find out the prescription, and hold Wen's handle in his hands.

"Let's go."

Thinking of the news from Mrs. Hou, the maidservant in the white skirt urged, "At this time, the Wen family should drink the medicine, and we can just take away the medicine residue."

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