Chapter 27 Sending the Letter

"Naturally, when did your brother lie to you?"

Wen Boqing unfolded the folding fan with a brush, shook it lightly in front of his chest, and curled up his thin lips, "You only need to go to the Jiuchongshan Taoist Temple once and that's enough."

After he finished speaking, he saw that she didn't look surprised as expected, but instead showed some hesitation, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You have been urging me, why do you have this expression now?"

Wen Qiong pursed her lower lip, touched her stomach subconsciously, and whispered softly, "I want to wait a while and get the prescription from an imperial doctor of the Sun family first."

The best doctors in Daan are all in the imperial city.

Both the mansion doctor and the doctor Sun admitted frankly that the child in her womb would not be easy to keep. Even if she secretly advised herself to be prepared to lose it, she still wanted to grab a chance.

Even if the hope is slim, we must try our best.

It was originally for his little nephew, Wen Boqing suddenly realized that this matter was indeed important, since her sister's belly was not obvious, so she would always ignore this matter unintentionally.

"The imperial doctor didn't say when he would bring it to you?"

"Physician Sun is on duty in the palace, so he can only wait patiently."

Wen Qiong sighed softly, and Yao Xuanci was injured in the past few days, so he hadn't been out of Qing Yu Yuan much, and followed her all the time, which was one of the reasons why she wanted to wait.

But remembering Yao Xuanci's sudden change of attitude, she picked up the Linglong tea cup in front of her and took a sip.

His strangeness began after he was injured by the arrow, and Wen Qiong kept wondering if he was stimulated by the surprise attack.

When she fell into the cold pond and was rescued back then, she didn't feel safe and didn't want to leave her mother for a moment. She cried so hard that Lihua rained and begged to move to the main courtyard. It took a long time before the shadow disappeared.

But... Yao Xuanci doesn't seem like a fragile person.

The main hall on the first floor burst into lively applause, and Wen Qiong lightly stroked the porcelain-smooth jade cup wall, thinking about her words.

"When my brother was recovering from his injuries five years ago, how could no one around him feel uneasy?"

Anyone who has a similar experience, except her, is the elder brother.

In the main hall, when the storyteller's story came to a climax, cheers and laughter were like ocean waves, one after another, suppressing most of the woman's voice.

Wen Boqing didn't hear clearly, and leaned forward, "What did Arjun just say?"

Forget it, that person's condition is completely different from that of his elder brother's. It's better to wait for him to slowly return to normal. According to that person's disposition, it won't take too long.

Wen Qiong was inexplicably uneasy, and finally chose to give up, waving her hand, "It's nothing, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in two days, and Yao Xuanci will probably go back home with me."

Wen Boqing groaned, inadvertently glanced at the market outside the window, paused, and motioned, "Look."

"What?"

Wen Qiong followed his gaze inexplicably, and saw the Three-hole Bridge not far away.

Yong'an Tea House is built along a clear stream, and the west side is just next to the wide Qingshi Road. Various vendors spread along the river bank, and pedestrians come and go. A curved three-hole bridge was built to connect the two banks.

Soon, her eyes fell on the bridge, that tall and slender figure.

It was noon at this time, and there were a lot of pedestrians passing by the river bank, and the man was tall and straight, with a handsome face, and he had the dignified and indifferent temperament of a gentleman, which was very eye-catching among the crowd.

She personally chose the black robe with golden silk and auspicious clouds on his body. When passers-by on the bridge passed by him, they all subconsciously moved out of the way, as if they were afraid of bumping into this noble young man.

It was Yao Xuanci.

Wen Bo took a sip of clear tea, "He is recuperating in the mansion, why did he come out?"

Being able to come out and walk, it seems that he didn't hurt his heart. Yao Shizi's calm appearance is really dazzling as always.

From the bottom of his heart, he saw that this person was not pleasing to the eye, and he had a lot of thoughts.

Wen Qiong subconsciously clenched the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, with an inexplicable premonition, she immediately looked away, stood up, and bid farewell to him with a gentle bow, "Brother, wait for me for a few more days, I should get the prescription soon."

Seeing the woman get up and leave, Wen Boqing remembered something and hurriedly said, "If you are free these few days, go to Changyun Restaurant, Xu Linshu has something to discuss with you."

"It should be those shops that want to change their jobs."

Wen Qiong nodded when she heard this, went downstairs and left through the side door of the teahouse.

After getting into the carriage, she was not in a hurry to go back to the Marquis' Mansion, so she told Ah Shen to go to the third alley first, and prepare some gifts to bring back to her mother's house during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wen Boqing slowly drank the pot of tea on the table, and just as he was about to get up, a black figure approached from the corner of his eye, and his flirtatious peach blossom eyes lifted to meet those dark and secluded phoenix eyes.

Spreading the fan, "Tsk, Mr. Yao."

When Arjun left, he came.

There is no such coincidence in the world.

Wen Boqing's eyes seemed to glance around casually, and now he knew why Arjun was so cautious.

What does Yao Shizi's move mean?

He doesn't trust Arjun.

Wen Boqing scoffed in his heart, the husband and wife still fought secretly, they deserved to be divorced.

The man lifted up his robe and sat down from Wen Qiong's seat just now, his tone was as cold as usual, "Where is Arjun?"

"Of course I left after drinking tea." The young man in Dan Yi held a bamboo bone fan in his hand and shook it lightly in front of his chest, showing a wanton attitude.

"Yao Shizi's chest was pierced by a poisonous arrow. He should honestly go to the Hou's mansion to recover from his injuries. Look at Aqiong, who has only sat for a while and is in a hurry to go back."

He took the first step to accuse, "You have left the house rashly, are you afraid that she will be angry if she finds out?"

Yao Xuanci raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, "If she is angry, I will be happier."

This is the evidence that she cares about him.

"..." Thick-skinned, Arjun doesn't care about you.

Wen Boqing closed his fan, "Finally, Mr. Yao is blocking me, what else is there?"

Knowing that Arjun has left, but he is not ready to leave, he must be looking for him.

Thinking of this, Wen Boqing felt a little worried in his heart, wouldn't this guy notice it?

I saw Yao Xuanci's expression was indifferent, "I know you are planning a business with a man from the Xu family in Suzhou."

Wen Boqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then narrowed his peach eyes slightly, "How does Shizi Yao know about this?"

The young man's eyes were full of deep meaning, Yao Xuanci didn't seem to notice it, and he didn't care too much, his long fingers dipped a little bit of cold tea.

——I have private salt in my hand, how dare I collect it?

Wen Boqing saw the handwriting on the table clearly, glanced at him first, then dipped his hands in wet, and wrote - dare not.

Yao Xuanci's gaze paused, and he slightly raised his eyelids, "With the protection of Dali Temple, why are you so cowardly?"

"If you lie to me, who shall I ask for reason?"

When Arjun escaped to death, if Yao Xuanci found out that there was something wrong with the matter, he followed the clues to find him, and detained him in the Ministry of Criminal Affairs on the grounds of illegally buying and selling stolen salt. Wen Boqing had no place to cry.

Yao Xuanci pursed his thin lips, "...I won't."

He seldom dealt with Wen Boqing before, and later, the Wen family wanted to move back to Arjun's tomb.

He didn't want to let go, and after many negotiations, Wen Boqing came in person.

Once on the road to exile, the young man lost his wantonness and unrestrainedness, and took on the heavy responsibility of the head of the family.

He said bluntly as now, "Ah Qiong told Nanny Song before she died that she wanted to give birth to a child and reconcile with you. She hated you no matter how painful she was when she died."

"If you have a little conscience, send her home, and don't let those irrelevant people dirty her way of life."

"I never thought...never thought of making peace with her."

These words were like sharp steel nails, and Yao Xuanci was hammered hard into the bottom of Yao Xuanci's heart, scarlet blood splashed everywhere, making him tremble with pain.

"She is my wife."

"Life and death, you should sleep with me."

At that time, Wen Bo looked at each other calmly, and said, "Yao Xuanci, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I have to take my sister home."

"The Wen family's daughter should be buried in my Wen family's cemetery."

The iron nail of the facts was driven down again, forcing Yao Xuanci to recognize the reality, and Wen Qiong hated him extremely when he died.

He left in embarrassment because of this sentence, suffered for three days, and finally compromised.

On the first floor, the storyteller clung to the gavel and patted the gavel again and again, and Yao Xuanci suddenly woke up.

Looking at Wen Boqing suspiciously, he repeated in a low voice, "I won't."

How could he harm someone she cared about.

Hou Mansion, Qingyu Courtyard.

The Lijia sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, and the autumn wind blows, and the fragrance is overflowing. Wen Qiong asked A Yao to cut some off, put them into a round-bellied apricot porcelain vase, and put them on the small couch by the window in the inner room.Put it on the couch.

The sun was shining brightly before noon, and it slanted down through the gaps between the flower vines, and just shone on the small bellyband, and the cute cat's head became much more vivid.

A Yao helped put on the needle and thread, and when she saw Wen Qiong cut the embroidery thread and picked up her belly pocket, she leaned over, "Girl, your cat's mandarin duck eyes are embroidered after the one in Mrs. Hou's yard, right?"

"Those blue eyes are so beautiful."

Nanny Song came over with the embroidery basket in her arms, took a look at it, and then said with a kind smile, "Miss, you are quite proficient in red, and you have finished embroidering this little apron so quickly."

She sat down at the side, took out the swaddling clothes that had been folded the day before, borrowed the needle and thread that A Yao handed over, and unfolded the small soft quilt, revealing the half-embroidered head of the little tiger on the quilt.

Although the little tiger is only half-finished, but with a tiger head and a tiger brain, you can already see a bit of naive and cute feeling.

"My aunt's injury hasn't healed in the past two days, right?" Nanny Song said while embroidering, "When I returned to the courtyard, I saw him walking towards the main hall just now. It must be that Mr. Xing came to the door."

"I can't go back to my post at this time, it's not so easy to shoot an arrow in the chest."

Wen Qiong lowered her eyes, and said flatly, "He is Shaoqing, and the burden on him cannot be simply dropped."

She said from the bottom of her heart, "It's good to be busy."

A few days ago, she just went out of the house, and after the man couldn't find her, she started to stick around every step of the way, even going for a walk in the garden to eat and drink.

Yesterday, just went to Steward Wan's place to inquire about trivia about the account books. He couldn't find her for a while, his face was so dark and gloo that he was about to drip ink, and all the maids and servants in the courtyard were trembling.

I originally planned to go to Changyun Restaurant to discuss with Mr. Xu about the store, but now I can only shelve it.

It has been more than ten days since he was injured, and this person has not returned to his normal appearance at all, Wen Qiong was extremely tired from dealing with it, but she still had to smile back, pretending to be as obedient and gentle as usual.

A Yao helped with the needle and thread, and said crisply, "Tomorrow will be August 13th, when will the girl go back?"

When go back to mother's house, can't go back on the day of the festival, have to give gifts in advance.

The rich gift was prepared early, just waiting to pass.

"I'll be back tomorrow."

A ray of bright sun fell on Wen Qiong's face along the gap of the vines, and the bright and dazzling light made her squint her eyes involuntarily.

With her thin white fingers, she picked up the silk beauty fan on the stone bench and held it in front of her forehead to cover it. She instructed in a soft voice, "I'll go there after breakfast, and ask Ah Shen to move the things to the carriage first in the morning."

A Yao said yes, and Wen Qiong was about to put the newly folded apron back into the suitcase and put it away before walking out of the flower gallery, just in time to meet a chubby figure whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

When Nanny Pang saw her, she bowed politely, "Madam is well."

Wen Qiong smiled and nodded, "Did the mother's family recover?"

"Thank you Madam for your concern, it's better now." She said, she glanced at Nanny Song and A Yao who were looking towards her under the wisteria flower corridor, and then at Wen Qiong.

Wen Qiong immediately understood, "Mommy comes with me."

Nanny Pang responded repeatedly, and followed Wen Qiong into the main room. She was about to turn around and close the door, but the woman said, "You don't need to close the door."

If you don't need to cover your ears and eyes in ordinary conversation, you will be guilty when you close the door. When Yao Xuanci comes back and sees it, he will feel strange.

"Eh, good."

Only then did Nanny Pang approach and lowered her voice, "Miss asked this old slave to hand over the letter to Second Miss Zheng. This old slave has been delaying for so long, and I took advantage of yesterday's free time to deliver it."

She was very puzzled what Mrs. Shizi would say in the letter.

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