Chapter 16 Delivery of Letters to Dongyuan

When the servant who helped spread the message found Mama Pang, she was carefully boiling medicine with a cattail leaf fan.

Hearing that someone was waiting for her outside, Nanny Pang was impatient. She stood by the stove and it was getting a little hot, so she fanned herself twice, "I didn't see that I was brewing medicine here, how can I have free time?"

"But those two elder sisters looked unfamiliar, they were brought by noblemen from Dongyuan."

The distinguished guest is indeed a distinguished guest, even the maids are quite generous.

The little servant happily touched the broken silver hidden in his waist, and eagerly squatted beside the medicine pot, wanting to pick up the cattail fan in her hand.

"You go, Mammy, it only takes a cup of tea to talk about something, and I'll help you watch the fire."

Nanny Pang raised her arms to avoid him, and lowered her face, "You are so attentive, could it be that you have taken advantage of Dongyuan?"

The soup that Madam imported was made to suffer by the prince. Although she felt that Wen Qiong was not good enough for her prince, she always obeyed Master Yao's orders, so this medicine pot was never touched by others.

Seeing the boy smirking and dodging his eyes, she picked up the cattail fan and patted him on the head, "You idiot, how dare you come to my place to make a living."

After blasting the boy away a few times, Nanny Pang frowned and made the word "Chuan".

After the study leaked that day, she pondered for several days.

Right now, the son of the eldest son has taken the second girl into the Hou's mansion to raise him, but everyone in the imperial city knows that the second girl is Yunying's unmarried daughter, and Wen's is the official wife who was bestowed by the emperor himself to marry into the Hou's mansion.

So what if the second girl has the support of the princess, if she dares to cut the red thread held by the emperor, she will have to wait for the emperor to die, unless the second girl can grit her teeth and endure the rumors until the prince ascends the throne.

Now that the emperor's body is strong, let alone the mansion of the state, if he is put in the home of ordinary people, who can tolerate his daughter being a man and swearing that he will not marry?

Nanny Pang is from the Hou Mansion, so she is naturally on the side of the son. Now that the son's wife is the Wen family, she can only be acquainted and be more acquainted with the Wen family.

The second girl called her, if she didn't go, it would be someone from Mrs. Hou's courtyard who would come next time.

Nanny Pang thought for a while, added a few pieces of charcoal to the medicine pot, closed the wooden door of the small kitchen and left quickly.

The afterglow of the evening sun sprinkled all over the sky, and the crimson sunset glow was covered by large thick clouds, only showing a dazzling golden tail.

The wind gradually picked up outside, and the autumn coolness rushed in. The wisteria flower corridor in the courtyard was rustling, the thin green vine branches and leaves swayed with the wind, and the lavender flowers rose and fell, thinly pavedone place.

Wen Qiong leaned lightly on the wooden pillars of the flower gallery, twirling the silk fan in her hand, staring at the moon cave door in a trance.

He wrote that he was on his way home.

Perhaps in the next moment, that tall and slender figure will appear in front of her.

At this moment, she was very much like a fish placed on the chopping board, resisting the fatal knife falling, but looking forward to falling down sooner to have a good time.

Wen Qiong frowned suddenly, feeling vaguely familiar with her powerless struggle.

This is very similar to her torment after receiving the three-foot white silk.

He was always affected by his emotions, even his life was in his hands, and he would end up like this again.

She couldn't be led by the nose, and she couldn't continue to foolishly wait for the sharp knife hanging above her head to fall.

Wen Qiong's heart sank, she clenched her teeth and tried to endure the soreness of her legs after standing for a long time, and walked towards the study.

Ah Shen had already asked, and Mo Ya had indeed been to that medical hall after her.

That day in Wen's mansion, as soon as she left the main hall, Yao Xuanci asked Mo Ya to chase her up, and he grasped all the traces of her journey after leaving the mansion.

But he kept silent, preferring to be a high-ranking bystander, deliberately teasing and playing viciously.

Wen Qiong pushed open the door of the study with all her strength, and there was a bang, and the gust of wind blew the gauze curtains on both sides of the pillar.

She mocked and murmured, "Shizi Yao really is Shizi Yao."

The skill of playing with people's hearts is unmatched.

Perhaps from the very beginning, he believed that she had heard the doctor's words, and never wavered from this idea.

The desk was empty, only the blank rice paper blown away by the wind, lavender flowers floated in from the wide open window along the wind and landed on the desk.

Wen Qiong picked up the rice paper scattered on the ground, pressed it down with the pedestal, gently brushed off the petals on the rice paper with her slender fingers, and rolled up her sleeves to reveal a white and slender wrist.

Dripping water to grind the ink, she stared at the ink that gradually melted, her lowered eyes were stained with a bit of coldness.

She is the only one on this stage, isn't it very boring.

She dipped in ink and put pen to paper without hesitation.

The sky became dark in an instant, and the wind became stronger and stronger.

The cool night wind rushed in along the window of the study, and the ink marks on the rice paper were quickly dried.

A Yao carefully guarded a candle and walked into the study, lit the lamp holders in the room one by one, she turned around, and saw her girl put a thin piece of rice paper into her sleeve, she couldn't help being curious.

"What is the girl busy with?"

"Send Yu Yao Xuanci a big gift."

Wen Qiong stepped out from behind the desk, and ordered softly, "Ayao, go and call Nanny Pang, I have something I want her to help with."

In the courtyard outside, the maidservants and servants were hanging lanterns, the wind knocked the lanterns shaking, and even the candles flickered on and off.

In the main room, Nanny Song removed the amethyst crystal from Wen Qiong's temples, looked at the woman's delicate eyebrows and eyes in the bronze mirror, and wondered, "Why is the girl looking for that Pang?"

Nanny Pang is not an easy person to get along with.

When Wen Qiong first married into the Hou's Mansion, she, the wife of the eldest son, had the final say on who to hand over the management of Qingyu Courtyard.

Nanny Pang was afraid that Wen Qiong would take away the power in her hands, so she went straight to Madam Hou and took half of the management power into her hands.

In fact, at that time, Wen Qiong saw that Nanny Pang smiled kindly, and had no intention of disturbing her position as the mother in charge. Unexpectedly, Nanny Pang would take the initiative to make a move, and Mrs. Hou used this to beat Wen Qiong.

No matter how good-tempered Wen Qiong was, she was no clay figurine, so she simply handed over the other half of the management power to Nanny Song. In order to win the favor of her own girls, Nanny Song turned from being forced to take the initiative, and began to learn to be the mother in charge.

"Mommy." Wen Qiong grabbed Nanny Song's sleeve and said very seriously, "I have something to do these days, so don't nanny complain to mother."

When Nanny Song heard this, she had a bad feeling, "What is the girl planning?"

At this moment, A Yao's voice sounded outside, "Girl, Nanny Pang is here."

Wen Qiong patted Nanny Song's hand soothingly, got up and left the inner room, telling A Yao and Nanny Song to step back for now.

The woman is wearing a gentle snow-blue smoked skirt, the pearls on her temples have been removed, and her black hair is loose and loose, giving her a gentle and indifferent look.

Nanny Pang lowered her head when she heard the door of the wing room was closed, "Mrs. Shizi called this old slave, why?"

In the line of sight, there was a hint of lavender snow on the hem of the skirt, and a thin rice paper was handed in front of her, "Please trouble me, hand this letter to Dongyuan."

Pang Nanny raised her head suddenly when she heard the words, "What is the meaning of Mrs. Shizi?"

Wen Ming knew that the second girl Zheng lived in Dongyuan.

The Wen family probably only heard one or two rumors about the eldest son and the second girl, but Nanny Pang knew it well. At the beginning, the old Hou Ye had already found a matchmaker, and he had prepared generous gifts for the eldest son to come to propose marriage.

Wen Qiong showed a slight smile, "Don't worry, mother, this matter will never implicate you."

"Tell Dongyuan that this letter was written by Yao Xuanci's wife." Her tone was a little more serious, "It is Wen's words from the bottom of his heart."

Mrs. Shizi wants to drive away the second girl Zheng?Nanny Pang took it hesitantly, "Then...the old slave will find a suitable opportunity to send it."

Wen Qiong saw that she was still a bit hesitant, and was about to say a few words of comfort to reassure her, when she heard some movement from outside.

It's time for Yao Xuanci to come back.

Nanny Pang hurriedly put the envelope into her sleeve, and said briefly when she left, "Dongyuan came to look for this old slave at noon today, and wanted some medicine residue."

"The old slave refused with an excuse, Mrs. Shizi, please be careful in the near future."

Dong Yuan bluntly said that he wanted the dregs of the medicine, which made Nanny Pang realize that the new prescription that the prince changed might have hidden some secrets.

The prince asked her to make it herself, and Nanny Pang couldn't give it easily.

Wen Qiong was slightly startled, that Miss Zheng Er noticed it so quickly?

Immediately she calmed down, this matter would leak out sooner or later, and it would be taken as a weakness, of course it couldn't be done.

If Yao Xuanci expressed his attitude, it would be different.

When Nanny Pang came out of the wing room, she saw the eldest son walking into the courtyard in a robe embroidered with gold feathers.

Wearing an ink robe, he already looked powerful and cold, but now his lips were tightly pursed, his brows were furrowed, as sharp as the sharp edge of a sword, and there was an oppressive feeling all over his body that couldn't be ignored.

The son was obviously in a very bad mood, Nanny Pang carefully avoided, and said respectfully, "My son."

Yao Xuanci nodded indifferently, stepped on the steps with long legs, the slender and faint shadow reflected on the ground moved, he raised his eyes, and saw the slender figure standing under the lamplight.

A complicated glint flashed across those deep phoenix eyes.

Ever since that day when he kowtowed, the lonely and deserted Qingyu Courtyard that he had only dreamed of once began to appear in his dreams every night.

The cold snow was rustling, Wen shi was leaning against the window and looking at the courtyard, but his gaze was looking at him through the void through the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky.

Those beautiful amber eyes were too calm, like the moment after the gorgeous fireworks bloomed and disappeared in the night sky, it was pitch black and dead silent.

But he only saw the sadness under the dead silence.

This dream haunted him like an absurd riddle, silently foretelling what was to come in the future.

But it wasn't the dream that disturbed Yao Xuanci, it was Wen's eyes looking at him.

He knew that he didn't care, but he recalcitrantly imprinted this scene deeply in his mind, and even clearly remembered the moment when Wen Qiong looked at him, and smiled slightly.

The fleeting shattering is like the powerless melancholy and relief after struggling, but the eyes reveal strong unwillingness.

What did she experience at that time?

After being stared at silently by the young man for too long, Wen Qiong couldn't help feeling uneasy, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Could it be that there are hidden guards left by him in the Hou Mansion, and he knew that Ah Shen had gone to the medical hall to confirm it?

Thinking of her thoughts just now, she walked towards him with all her strength, but Yao Xuanci backed away subconsciously.

"The return journey was not smooth, and I had blood on my body."

Wen Qiong pursed her lips and said bluntly, "You moved my embroidery basket."

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The update at zero o'clock on the 17th has been completed at ten o'clock in the evening on the 17th