Chapter 51 Qingyan Biezhuang

After returning to the imperial city, he bowed and obeyed in front of her, obediently retracting his sharp claws like a beast in the mountains, and now with such a posture of lowering his eyes and whispering, Wen Qiong pulled out his hand a little uncomfortable.

She was very clear about the purpose of Yao Xuanci's actions, and he hoped that the distance between the two would not be completely widened because of that letter and Li Shu.

Her thin white fingertips had turned red from being warmed, and she hid herself in her green brocade sleeves with a calm expression, and called Xiao Lian, "Go and make some soup for the prince."

"You're not well yet, just drink the decoction for another day or two."

The last sentence was for Yao Xuanci, Wen Qiong shook off the messy thoughts in her heart and sat back at the table, picked up the chopsticks, "There are so many dishes, if you don't eat them all, it won't taste good if they cool down, just sit down."

Her plain concern was full of politeness, and Yao Xuanci greedily stared at the woman's gentle eyebrows, clamoring in his heart that he was not close enough to get more.

But Arjun wanted to keep a distance, to have a sense of freedom and security, instead of being approached blindly by him.

Yao Xuanci refrained from putting his hand behind his back that he couldn't help poking out.

Can't scare away Arjun.

After a few days, Nanny Song rushed to Wen Qiong and told her that there were two new cooks in the villa.

"Mo Ya said that these two chefs have a few special dishes that girls like to eat, and my uncle specially invited them here."

Wen Qiong held the book in a leisurely posture, and casually flipped through a page when she heard the words, "The few cooks in Biezhuang are enough, Madam let him send them back."

The bright autumn sun shines on the woman's delicate side face through the window, her eyes are narrowed by the ray of sunlight, and the white and delicate hand that is wrapped in the book is lifted up, covering her forehead and at the same time she retreats,The plain white gauze curtain by the window was then lowered.

Nanny Song agreed, and after telling Mo Ya back, she remembered something else.

"The girl is in need of nutrition now, but she can't make it too much to prevent the fetus in the womb from being too big. You still have to find an experienced maid to serve you, and the midwife has to pick it up early. Teach the girl how to do it."Take care of your body."

As she said that, she picked up the sapphire-colored cloak that was put aside, "The sun is so bright, how can the girl hide in the house and read a book, and go out more to exercise her body."

"There is a very beautiful water stream on the west side of Biezhuang. The road is flat and flowers are blooming. Ah Shen often goes there to catch fish. The girl followed him to play there for a while."

"Mommy... it's the same for walking around the yard twice."

Wen Qiong really doesn't want to go out, she can sit in the room without moving for a day with the scriptures in her hands, or play chess with herself, learn embroidery hard with A Yao, pull A Shen to tease him to practice calligraphy, and sometimes even play with Xiao Lian.Let's go to the small kitchen to watch the cook make pastries.

In short, in this small yard, she is not bored at all, especially after the pregnancy belly is obviously swollen, all the bones in her body start to feel lazy.

"How can it be the same? This courtyard is so big. It's not windy or cold today. The girl walked along the stream, and came back for dinner one by one. She was not talking about eating sweet and sour fish. The fish is marinated and waiting to be fried."gone."

Seeing that she was about to be discharged from the hospital, Wen Qiong grabbed Nanny Song's arm, "Mommy!"

She just woke up from a nap, how long will it be until dinner.

Wen Qiong's beautiful light-colored amber eyes were dazzling in the sun, she softened her tone, and acted like a baby to Nanny Song like she did when she was a child, "Mama, can you go back tomorrow, I'm so tired from sitting there reading a book.”

Nanny Song's heart softened, she stopped and straightened Wen Qiong's sapphire cloak, and let go, "If you don't want to go out, let A Yao accompany you to Fenglin for a couple of laps."

Wen Qiong frowned, hugged Nanny Song's arm tightly and smiled contentedly, "I know that Nanny dotes on me the most."

Song Nanny smiled helplessly and nodded her nose, "You."

The fiery red maple forest seems to be the flames of the morning sun, tinged with charm and warmth in the cold autumn day. A Yao holds Wen Qiong's arm, and walks slowly and quietly.

Walking in the maple forest with the pink shirt and the green clothes, a ray of autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the swaying skirt also gently raised a beautiful arc.

"Miss has been reading for the past few days, but have you ever thought of the name of the little master?"

"I haven't thought much about it." Wen Qiong felt a faint tension in her heart, she always felt that the child was born safely, and she would relax completely.

Thinking of her drooping eyes, she touched the arc that could no longer be hidden, "Wait a little longer, don't worry."

A Yao thought that her daughter was too cautious about the little master's name, so she said, "Then wait for my uncle to pick up some, and the girl will see which one is more suitable."

"Or... It's good to find the young master for a name. The young master is Tanhualang. When the young master came to Biezhuang last time, the slaves heard that he was buying more property for the young master as a hundred-day gift."

Wen Qiong paused when she heard that. In her last life, her elder brother took office at the beginning of October and stepped into the court. Now it's almost the end of October, and there is no news.

Could it be that in this life, even the future direction of the elder brother will change, so what does the elder brother want to do?

She thought of the chamber of commerce business that Wen Boqing had always been interested in, and pursed her lower lip, "Do you do business?"

Just as she was thinking in doubt, A Yao suddenly exclaimed, "Girl, look over there!"

Wen Qiong looked in the direction of her finger, and saw thick smoke billowing from the north, blowing by gusts of wind, and hitting Bie Zhuang.

It was the north side of the Biezhuang that caught fire. Wen Qiong vaguely remembered that the north side was also a Biezhuang. She didn't like to go out, so A Yao and the others told her what the Biezhuang looked like, and it seemed to be called Qingyan Biezhuang.

She immediately said, "Ah Yao, quickly go and ask Ah Shen to take the steward to see what's going on, remember to bring more people, if the fire is too big, our other village will also suffer."

The autumn is dry, and now there are only dead grass and dry branches left on the ground. Once it is ignited, it is very difficult to extinguish. If the Fengyuan Villa is also affected, it may be recalled by the old lady to the Imperial City Hou Mansion.

A Yao ran out in a hurry, and turned back after a few steps, "Girl, let's go together, the wind is blowing towards our villa, if the wind is strong and thick smoke comes over, it will smoke you."

Her girl had drowned, so she must not be choked by the smoke, otherwise she would not be able to breathe intermittently, and her face would turn red.

Wen Qiong only hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand to grab A Yao's arm while supporting her stomach, "Go faster, I don't mind."

Arriving at the edge of the maple forest, Wen Qiong let go of A Yao's hand and asked her to ask someone to help put out the fire. After resting for a while, she slowly walked towards the courtyard.

Twilight fell.

In the western sky, there was a bright red sunset glow, as if the sky was quietly burning. This scene was shockingly beautiful.

The fire burned for a long time, the autumn sky was dry, and the autumn wind blew up not only when, but now it was so big that the smell of smoke spread, and the air was filled with the faint smell of burnt grass and trees.

Wen Qiong was standing under the eaves outside the main hall, twisting her handkerchief, covering her mouth and nose, when she heard footsteps approaching, she raised her eyes, and saw that Ah Shen and the stewards were coming back exhausted and ashamed, she frowned.Only then let go.

"Ayao, Xiao Lian, go and prepare some tea and snacks for the others."

Several older stewards hurriedly cupped their hands and saluted, "Thank you Madam, I'll just wait for a break."

Ah Shen was leaning against the pillars of the porch and slumped on the steps, "It's dangerous, there are a lot of withered and yellow grass and trees between the two houses. If I didn't go to help, it must have burned to our place."

"Stop standing here, go into the house." Nanny Song hurriedly said, "The autumn wind is cold."

The stewards in Bie Zhuang were promoted by Nanny Song after inspecting them one by one, so she treated them warmly, and she was no exception. She pushed these stewards and persuaded, "You all are sweating so much,Don't get sick all at once, come in and rest."

Then he tiptoed Ah Shen who was lying on the ground like a puppy, "Hurry up, Shen, it's cold on the ground, get up quickly."

Ah Shen let out a deep breath, wiped his ashen face, and turned over.

Wen Qiong settled these stewards here, and Nanny Song sent people to cook soup for the servants who accompanied the firefighting, and then returned to the main hall.

These people had already wiped their cheeks with wet handkerchiefs, and they were not as disheveled as before. At this moment, Wen Qiong was asking about the identity of the owner of the villa and the cause of the fire.

"The cause of the fire, they didn't figure it out themselves. It seems that an old woman accidentally ignited the firewood in the small kitchen. We finally caught a glimpse of them carrying a tool from a small courtyard..."

The middle-aged man glanced at Wen Qiong's stomach as he spoke, avoiding it vaguely for fear of collision, "... carried it out, and the small courtyard that was on fire happened to be in the direction of our Biezhuang, and I guess it is quite desolate over there., it burns along the weeds, and it takes a little more effort when the wind blows in the back."

"I've never seen the owner's house before. Maybe he doesn't live in the other village. The director of the other village has been fighting the fire with us."

Wen Qiong asked a few more questions, and waited for Nanny Song to come over and say that the food was ready, before she got up, "It's getting dark, you guys hurry up and eat, tomorrow is a day off, so you can rest your energy."

The stewards hurriedly cupped their hands to express their thanks, and then they left together. As soon as they left, Ah Shen, who was sitting on the side lying silently, stood out a lot.

Wen Qiong walked over and saw a black gray mark on his forehead that had not been wiped clean, and wiped it off for him with an embroidered handkerchief. Seeing Ah Shen's eyes dimly opened, she flicked him lightly and straightened up.

"Little Ah Shen is so tired that he dozed off, do you still want to eat?"

"Girl." The young man woke up and saw that there was no one in the hall. He immediately sat up straight while leaning on the table, and looked at her with a serious expression. "It's not an old woman who was burned, but a woman."

Wen Qiong was taken aback, "What did you find?"

Ah Shen stretched out her wrist, and gestured, "She was carried out, and there was an old bed covered, I couldn't see clearly, but her hair was black, not burnt."

Therefore, the possibility of being suffocated by the smoke is relatively high, which makes Ah Shen sure that she is not an old woman.

"They stumbled, and the woman's hand leaked out from the corner of the quilt. It was a woman with a white and thin wrist, and she was wearing a silver bracelet. There were still many fresh scars on the back of her hand."

Wen Qiong frowned lightly. It would be a pity if it was unlucky and man-made, but that villa was obviously hiding it...

At this time, a crow-blue figure walked in, "I heard that the Qingyan villa next door is on fire?"

Ah Shen hurriedly got up and saluted, Wen Qiong told him to eat quickly, then looked at Yao Xuanci who was carrying the food box, "It's on fire, Ah Shen and the others went to help put out the fire, do you know the owner of Qingyan BiezhuangFamily status?"

This question is really a bit embarrassing for Yao Xuanci, he has never been to Fengyuan Biezhuang, so he doesn't know much about it, he only vaguely remembers it.

"This Qingyan Biezhuang belongs to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but I don't know who it was assigned to."

"Why do you care about this?" If Arjun wanted to know, he could ask Bai Ya to check it out.

Wen Qiong thought for a while, but didn't say what Ah Shen said, "Something happened suddenly, so I was a little curious."

She doesn't go out of other villas often on weekdays, and she doesn't want to have any relationship with the dignitaries of the imperial city anymore, so she can raise her baby with peace of mind, and don't worry about other things.

However, as soon as the Qingyan Villa next door stopped, they welcomed their host and a guest.

The newly promoted number one scholar, the youngest son of the prime minister's mansion, stood in the main hall of the front yard, the tip of his nose was still smelling of smoke that hadn't dissipated for a long time, with a trace of disgust in his eyes, he immediately looked at the extremely charming woman in crimson by his side.

"My Bie Zhuang accidentally caught fire just after noon, and it will take a long time to repair it. Second Miss Zheng is so anxious to stay here, isn't she afraid of nightmares in the middle of the night?"

"Accident?"

Zheng Ruyu glanced at him lightly with those foxy eyes, and sneered, "Is it all accidents that so many Tongfang died from your private house?"