Chapter 26 Invitation from the Duke

Dense cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead, the man propped himself up and half sat up, the soft thin quilt slid down to his abdomen, the coolness invaded along the slightly scattered skirt, and the wound on his chest stabbed.

Yao Xuanci leaned against the head of the bed, rubbed the slightly painful eyebrows, the rapid heartbeat was beating heavily in his chest, and the fierceness in his eyes gradually shrank with his breathing that gradually calmed down.

It was just a dream, in which he found out that Arjun was pregnant.

But he didn't have this memory, and he only found out the details after asking the government doctor this morning.

Now only dreamed of this part of the scene, from the incident until the moment he woke up in Dali Temple, this memory has no meaning to emerge.

For some reason, it was hidden somewhere in the depths of my mind, unable to be seen or known.

It's as if someone secretly hid it, which disturbs people a little.

After a light sleep, the pain in his head had completely faded away, Yao Xuanci stroked the thick layer of bandage on his chest, and the tingling pain from the neglected wound returned to the cage.

This arrow was triggered by the case of buying and selling illegal salt.

In his last life, he didn't realize that Arjun was pregnant, and he didn't know how much he cared about Arjun, so he didn't deliberately avoid going to Zhoucheng.

Therefore, have never been involved in this case, and have not been exposed to the dark waves behind it. The case was closed early after a review by colleagues, and the ending was very ordinary.

He thought for a while, raised his hand and lifted the bed curtain, put on his shoes and boots, and called out, "Mo Ya."

Mo Ya, who was guarding outside, responded immediately, and moved closer to the Chuiyue Gate, "My lord, what are your orders?"

Yao Xuanci took the ink robe that was placed on Mu Shi and put it on. He inadvertently pulled the wound during his movements. He frowned slightly, and then walked out of the bedroom indifferently.

"Go to Dali Temple and call Xing Yunjing."

Hearing this, Mo Ya hesitated for a moment, "Young Master, are you going to discuss with Mr. Xing, or... going back to Dali Temple?"

According to the young master's personality of doing everything by himself, he will definitely not lie on the bed and recuperate obediently. He still has to think about it, and persuade him what should be persuaded.

The man in the ink robe carefully adjusted his clothes, raised his eyes to look at him, and squinted his eyes. Mo Ya's back shivered from seeing him, "Why do you look at me like this, sir?"

Did he say the wrong thing again?

Yao Xuanci passed him, walked out of the door of the wing room and walked towards the study on the east side, "When the white crow comes back, you go back to the dark hall to train for one month."

Mo Ya shuddered, that was no training, it was clearly going back to be beaten by the group.

"Young master, this subordinate knows his mistake, and this subordinate dare not talk too much anymore."

Yao Xuanci was disturbed by his voice, and pushed open the closed door, with a look of disgust in his eyes, "When you return from the dark hall, you will succeed Bai Ya and let him go back too."

In the last life, Mo Ya died at the hands of the imperial guards, and since then only White Crow remained by his side.

Later, the white crow took the initiative to ask to return to the dark hall for management, and would rotate the dark guards around him every few months and recall them back for assessment.

Someone has already targeted him in this life, and in order to prevent problems before they happen, he needs to be more vigilant, so as not to repeat the tragedy of the previous life.

With someone to accompany him, Mo Ya felt a lot more balanced, "Then when the white crow comes back, the subordinates will notify him."

He had a small calculation in his heart, thinking that since the two of them had the same fate, let the white crow go back to explore the way first.

So he went out of the courtyard humming a little tune, and rushed to Dali Temple to find Xing Yunjing.

In the main courtyard, Wen Qiong was sitting in the side seat of the main hall, holding the cat in her arms, waiting for Mrs. Hou to come over.

The cat was snow-white and fluffy, and it lay obediently on Wen Qiong's lap. She kneaded and squeezed the cat's pink and tender meat pads, and scratched its chin, and the little master looked up and buried his head in enjoyment.Crashing into her palm and rubbing against her, he snorted comfortably.

This time, fearing that her daughter would suffer a disadvantage, Nanny Song forcefully followed in. She glanced at the well-behaved maidservants in the hall, and looked outside the hall door.

The door was empty, the bright sunlight fell on the door, and the shadows of White Crow and A-Yao guarding the outside were reflected on the ground.

They had been waiting here for more than a quarter of an hour, but Madam Hou still did not appear.

Wen Qiong was not as vigilant as Nanny Song, the fluffy palms felt so good, she exclaimed, "The cat is really cute."

When she settles down in the future, she will also find a kitten to raise. Just seeing that little tongue licking Xue's tender paws, she will be so cute.

Seeing her relaxed and cheerful expression, Nanny Song thought to herself that she was also nervous, the uncle sent a white crow to follow her, the girl didn't panic, she had nothing to be afraid of.

The heart also loosened, carefully looked at the lion cat in the girl's arms, and said, "This cat is still a mandarin duck with different eyes, so beautiful."

Wen Qiong took advantage of the cat lying on her lap to lick its fur, and took the opportunity to touch its soft belly twice, and bent her eyes in satisfaction, "It feels so comfortable to touch."

At this time there were subtle footsteps, and Mrs. Hou, who was wearing a royal blue dress with embroidered satin and pinched flowers, walked slowly into the main hall. Just in time to hear Wen Qiong's words, she said calmly, "If you like this cat, you can hug her."Go back and keep it."

Wen Qiong put down the cat, got up and saluted, "Mistress is well."

"This cat was raised by the mistress, how can I take away the love of the mistress."

Mrs. Hou frowned when she heard the word mistress.

Wen's now doesn't even call her mother-in-law. As expected, she has someone to support her, so she feels that her back is hard.

She was dissatisfied in her heart, and she didn't show anything on her face. She sat on the chief seat, "It's just a cat. It's okay to take it away as something to relieve boredom."

Wen Qiong smiled and sat back on the side seat, but didn't answer the words.

Mrs. Hou's attitude has really changed quite a bit. The last time we met, she was still threatening, and she would be punished if she made a mistake at will.

Nanny Song said, the old matriarch sent people to the main courtyard this morning to let Mrs. Hou go to the Buddhist hall to eat fast and chant Buddha together. No wonder people came to Qingyu courtyard early in the morning to look for Yao Xuanci.

It turned out that he was pinched to death.

Thinking back to her previous life, Wen Qiong couldn't help but sigh, the gap between Yao Xuanci and Mrs. Hou was so deep, a light touch was enough, but she endured it silently for four years, she was really stupid.

The thoughts in my heart turned back and forth, but only for a moment, Wen Qiong raised her eyes, "I don't know why the mistress called me here?"

Mrs. Hou took the lion cat brought by the maidservant, put it on her lap and fed it with a small dried fish, and said casually, "For a while, I will follow the old lady into the Buddhist hall to pray for the good luck of your child."

"You are Mrs. Shizi. If I'm not here, you will take over from me to deal with trivial matters in the Hou's mansion, as well as some dealings with the world. I asked you to come here just to teach you."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the nanny beside her, who understood, and handed a few brochures to the square coffee table beside Wen Qiong.

Nanny Song glanced at it, wondering to herself, what does Mrs. Hou mean by teaching the girl to be a housekeeper?

Wen Qiong also glanced at the booklet, holding the blue book with her white hand, and gently pushed it out.

"I understand the meaning of the mistress, but I am weak, and now I am devoting myself to raising the fetus, and I have no skills."

She will not stay in the Hou Mansion, and she doesn't care about these things.

Madam Hou's eyes dimmed when she heard this, "You don't want to learn?"

The woman in the blue shirt sitting next to her smiled lightly, "The second young lady has reached her age this year, she is smart and courageous, and in two years she should discuss marriage, why don't the mistress take this opportunity to teach her a lesson."

After she finished speaking, she turned to think of the third concubine who was always low-key on weekdays, and continued, "The third lady has a stable temperament, and she was also in charge of the store at home. It is good that the mistress entrusts this matter to her."

There are four sons in the Hou's mansion, except for the youngest son who has already married, Wen Qiong directly ruled out the concubine elder sister-in-law who did not get along with her, and chose the concubine brother and sister-in-law.

Among other things, when she was grounded and then cut off from the ground dragon, the third lady secretly sent a basket of high-grade silver charcoal.

Wen Qiong remembered the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow, thinking of that winter night with snow and snow, the feeling of being frozen to the point of numbness and pain in hands and feet was still palpitating.

Madam Hou looked at the booklet that was pushed back, and then at the woman's calm and peaceful eyebrows, she clenched her teeth secretly.

She has been chasing something for more than ten years, and when it comes to her, it's not worth taking a second look at it!

After driving the cat down, she looked slightly cold, "You are the wife of the son, if I teach the concubine's daughter-in-law, if it gets out, what reputation do you want me to have?"

"Your mother knows, isn't she going to break my spine?"

Her words were so straightforward that Wen Qiong felt that if she refused any further, she would really not know what to do.

Immediately, he raised his hand and picked up the book on the coffee table, "I'm stupid by nature, so please trouble the mistress."

Wen Qiong spent the entire day in the study of the main courtyard. She studied very seriously, and when the afterglow of the setting sun fell, Madam Hou closed the booklet, took a cup of tea, and took a sip to moisten her throat..

Thinking of something again, she took the slender brocade box on the desk and opened it.

"This is an invitation from the past few days. If you have nothing to do, go to these few houses. It's no big deal if you don't want to go to the banquet."

She picked out those posts and put them back into the brocade box, then picked out two or three and put them aside, exhorting, "These are invitations from princes and noble families, the congratulatory gifts should be prepared early, if you need to go to the mansion earlier, don't youTo forget."

"For the rest of these posts, people can be absent, but the etiquette must be observed."

Madam Hou neatly arranged this part of the post, and put it in front of Wen Qiong, "I have told Steward Wan to prepare the things in advance. If you don't want to leave the mansion, let Steward Wan bring the gift in person."

Wen Qiong nodded obediently, "Understood."

After all, Mrs. Hou has been managing the Hou Mansion for more than ten years, and she speaks in great detail. Fortunately, Wen Qiong also learned how to be a housekeeper from her mother, so she can keep up with Mrs. Hou's pace.

She moved her sore shoulders, and Madam Hou also got up, "Just recall what I said today. If there is anything you don't understand, you can come to Steward Wan."

She straightened her clothes, opened the door and left.

Wen Qiong exercised her muscles and bones, and finally felt relaxed. She got up and divided the posts into neat ones. When she left with the posts, she suddenly noticed the top invitation card.

She paused her gaze, pinched the vermilion invitation card with her long white fingers, hesitated for a moment, and opened it.

The wing-like eyelashes fluttered and drooped, and her eyes fell on the neat words. She read softly, "... Zheng Guogong's mansion, the birthday banquet of the Duke's wife."

If remember correctly, this is the invitation that Mrs. Hou said must come.

Zheng Guogong's mansion...

Her thin fingers gently stroked the seal on the invitation post, and after a long time, she pulled out the post and put it away alone.

Qiyun Street, Yongan Tea House.

Following the guidance of the waiter in the teahouse, Wen Qiong walked up the wooden ladder to the second floor and arrived at the bamboo pavilion in the west corner last time.

The young man in red put his elbows on his knees, twisted an exquisite teacup in his hand, and smiled lightly, "Ah Qiong has been very busy these days, my brother called you several times, and he didn't come out until now."

"Yao Xuanci is recovering from his injuries in the mansion and cannot get away."

Although the man was not as clingy as that day, but he still stayed with him every step of the way, which scared Wen Qiong into a state of uneasiness, and began to suspect that this man had ulterior motives.

To be able to leave the mansion today, had to hurry up while the man was chatting with his colleagues about official business in the study.

She explained that after she sat down, she straightened her skirt, "Why did you call me here?"

The young man casually drank the tea in his cup, and said in a dawdly way, "In my dream, you urged me to get things done earlier. My brother has been so busy these days. It was dark when I returned home. Mother almost pulled me out with a stick."go."

Wen Qiong didn't believe his nonsensical words, "Don't try to fool me, my mother made a move on you, you must have done something to make her angry."

A compatriot of the same mother, she knows exactly what kind of temper her brother has. If he hadn't been thrown off a horse, he might have tossed into the sky.

"..." Wen Boqing admitted helplessly, "Yesterday my mother asked the matchmaker to find a lot of portraits, and she insisted on letting me see each other."

The young man's amorous peach blossom eyes were full of reluctance, "I am handsome and ambitious, what will happen when I get married later, it seems that if I don't hurry up, no good woman will marry me."

"Yes, yes, women in the imperial city are the rarest of you."

Holding the pot, Wen Qiong filled the teacup in front of him to 70% full, and urged, "To make a long story short, I have to go home early."

"Wen Qiong!"

The young man in Dan Yi picked up the folding fan and tapped it on the back of her hand, "You're going back before this stool is hot?!"

It was so hard for him to call someone out, and she couldn't sit still after only a few words.

The woman's skin is delicate, and it is easy to leave marks when touched lightly. This was caught off guard, and it didn't hurt, but it immediately turned red.

Wen Qiong glared at him angrily, and rubbed the redness on the back of her hand, "Wen Boqing, believe it or not, I will find a few more portraits and send them to my mother!"

She has always been gentle and kind, but now she is angry, her eyes are bright and vivid, and one can see the similarities between the eyebrows and eyes of the brother and sister.

Being pinched to the crucible, Wen Boqing silently put down his fan.

"My arrangement is almost done, do you want to choose an auspicious day?"

Wen Qiong paused, raised her eyes and looked straight at him, "So fast?"

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Wen Boqing "waking up from a dream": ...Who kicked me?