Chapter 61 The method of suppression

Wen Qiong took it hesitantly, "Aren't you worried about revealing your traces, why did you send the letter?"

"Prove that my father is in prison."

"Father is in prison?!" Wen Qiong was surprised, then frowned, "How did brother know?"

Wen Boqing leaned back, raised his legs in a leisurely manner, and said casually, "He said that when the letter arrives, it means that the party members of the Eastern Palace will start to be removed."

"If it wasn't for the fact that I had to pretend to be kidnapped without telling my mother when I left, I would have persuaded her to leave a letter of peace and leave, and I would never return to the imperial city after leaving."

"So my brother borrowed Yao Xuanci's hand to plot against my father." Wen Qiong glanced at her side lightly, and caught a glimpse of the poems and books placed on the small coffee table.

She picked up the book and rolled it up slowly, "But my elder brother told me that he only knew a little bit."

The next moment, the rolled book slapped Wen Boqing's knee.

"You're hiding it from me, aren't you?"

"Hey, hey... Who did you learn to beat people from, Arjun!"

Wen Boqing quickly put down Erlang's legs, leaned over and moved to the side to avoid, "Brother, I'm just an accomplice who was tempted, I'm telling you that I'm afraid you'll think too much."

Wen Qiong looked unhappy, "Don't worry about being kept in the dark? Tell me what's the problem, and I can still reveal the news."

He hid in the corner and spread the folding fan in front of his knees, Tao Hua looked aggrieved, "Then if you want to beat Yao Xuanci, you should beat Yao Xuanci, it was all his idea, what are you doing to me?"

"He's not here, if he doesn't hit you, who will you hit?"

Previously, her elder brother stood firmly behind her wholeheartedly, but it didn't take long for her face to change. It took more than half a month to go all the way to Suzhou, and he just watched her and her mother speculate about the situation in the imperial city without saying a word.

Wen Qiong gritted her teeth angrily when she thought about it, and slapped him several times in a row, regardless of her gentle image in the past, "If you cheat me with him again, you might as well recognize him as your younger sister!"

"..." She hit someone lightly with strength as if scratching an itch, but those words really made Wen Boqing speechless with aggrieved feelings.

Right now, he is in front of her, so she just wants to catch him and teach her a lesson.

He was hit three more times, but he was angry and refused to suffer, "Don't just teach me a lesson, when you see Yao Xuanci later, you will hit him back without hesitation."

How could he be the only one being bullied.

Wen Qiong laughed angrily, "How old are you?"

Without her brother's reminder, she would have a long talk with Yao Xuanci.

Having been married for only two years, at the beginning he was devoted to court affairs and almost ignored the affairs of the Hou's backyard.

Even if he cared a little about himself, just relying on an illusory dream, he would never be influenced to make such a quick and decisive attack on Donggong.

But it seems reasonable to replace Yao Xuanci who she saw in her dream standing alone in front of her grave.

Wen Boqing was ridiculed mercilessly by his sister, and suddenly felt that his face was dull, so he forcibly changed the subject and said, "Don't tell your mother about your father's imprisonment."

Wen Qiong let out a foul breath, smoothed the book carefully with her white fingers, and calmed down the turbulent complex emotions, "I know."

The mother who was far away from the imperial city often had a smile on her face, and she looked much more relaxed and cheerful. It was better for her to stay in Suzhou than to face the mess in the imperial city.

"Then I'll write a letter to my uncles to say goodbye, lest they worry about my mother after hearing the news of my father's imprisonment."

Wen Boqing patted his slightly wrinkled clothes and got up, then lifted the curtain and took a look.

"I estimate that we will arrive in Mocheng in another quarter of an hour."

"Mo Ya said that we still have a day's journey to reach Crane City." Wen Qiong picked up the letter that was put aside and opened it, and asked, "Miss Zheng Er was snatched by Yao Xuanci and put in the carriage behind."thing, do you know?"

Wen Boqing pondered for a moment, and said truthfully, "I know."

She paused when she opened the letter, and raised her eyes, "Does that brother feel wronged by the beating just now?"

Wen Boqing took the book on the table with his hand, and there was an inexplicable obedience in those twinkling peach eyes, "I'm not wronged."

Wen Qiong was amused by his little expression, and his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, "Brother, don't lie to me with others in the future, or I will sue my mother."

"Tsk, how old are you, and you still use your mother to scare me." Wen Boqing threw the book on the table in a foolish way, then raised the curtain, "I'll write a letter and send it to Songzhou."

And Wen Qiong watched him jump out of the carriage with a smile on his lips, and opened the letter casually, but the faint smile on his brow quickly disappeared with the content of the letter, and his expression became extremely serious.

In this letter...

The woman's slender willow eyebrows gradually frowned, and the fingertips holding the letter paper were so hard that they turned slightly white. There was a slight stabbing sound, and the edge of the letter paper was torn apart by the faintly uncontrollable force.

She was the only one in the carriage, and there was no sound, except for the sounds of wheels rolling or whispering conversations outside, but these sounds gradually faded away.

Wen Qiong stared at the contents of the letter in a daze. After a long time, the hand holding the letter dropped to her knees, and she let out a light ah as if in a daze.

"No wonder I can't figure it out, it turned out to be two people."

That's why Yao Xuanci, who had a prophetic dream in this life, was angry and angry after knowing that she had deliberately disappeared.

But he was as proud as he remembered and refused to bow his head, he did not agree to sign and leave the book, and he also firmly forbade her to have the idea of leaving.

The one who suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and promised to reconcile and let her go back to the imperial city was Yao Xuanci from his previous life. He followed carefully, for fear of offending her, with restrained eagerness in his eyes.

The two souls appeared alternately, making people confused and confused, but they were all blocking her from leaving. Now the imperial city is in chaos, and it is also to resolve her knots and worries.

Thinking of this, Wen Qiong couldn't help laughing, but the corners of her eyes suddenly turned red.

She slightly raised her head against the wall and looked at the roof of the carriage, with her thin white hands on her belly, she smiled wryly and murmured to herself.

"It's really...how can he be."

A few short and light words, endlessly sour.

He said, Arjun, there will never be the same twenty-nine nights.

The letter paper was clenched tightly in the palm of her hand and turned into a crumpled ball. Wen Qiong closed her eyes, suppressed the sparkling water in her eyes, and sighed softly, "What's the use of mending a dead sheep."

If he cared a little more at the beginning, treated each other frankly and sincerely, how could he be in today's situation.

In the end it was a hard fall, she was afraid.

After settling down in Mocheng, Wen Boqing was keenly aware that Wen Qiong's mood was not high. He stood in the courtyard thinking about the letter he was about to send, and turned around to look for Moya after a while.

At this moment, Mo Ya had just arranged for Zheng Ruyu to come back, when he heard that Wen Boqing was looking for him, he hurried away, "Mr. Wen."

Wen Boqing looked at his dusty appearance, "Did you just go out?"

They had already settled down for almost two hours, and Mo Ya still looked disheartened, as if he hadn't stopped at all.

Mo Ya sighed, "This subordinate went out to find a house, and sent the master who was not easy to serve there."

After all, Wen Boqing didn't reveal that Wen Qiong already knew about Zheng Ruyu's existence, "We will continue on our way tomorrow, why do we need to find a house?"

There is still a whole day's journey away from Crane City, just one night, why not spend the night at the inn.

Immediately thinking of something, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you planning to keep her in Mocheng?"

Mo Ya had a bitter face, "Mrs. has been staring at me recently, and sometimes staring at the carriage of the second girl. It is likely that I have discovered the existence of the second girl. The subordinate is afraid that the lady will react."

Wen Bo cleared his heart and said that the diaphragm should not be enough.

"Ah Qiong is indeed not very happy, you ask your young master to write a few more letters of repentance and send them over."

"Madam is not happy?" Mo Ya was stunned for a moment, and then expressed doubts, "Will you be able to coax Madam just by writing a few letters?"

These days he can see clearly that Madam has a good temper, but she is really stubborn when she gets angry.

Wen Boqing patted his shoulder heavily, "Trust me, it will definitely work."

Let Yao Xuanci annoy Aqiong more, and the sense of presence will be directly increased, and Aqiong will always remember what Yao Xuanci did.

When the time comes... back to the imperial city?

The imperial city is not as good as Songzhou and Suzhou.

The two reconciled and separated, and the child was born, so they went back to do something.

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the letter in Mo Ya's hand, "You deliver this letter to the post station for me, and send it to Jing's family in Songzhou."

"Thank you brother!"

Then he left without looking back.

Mo Ya originally wanted to catch up, but after climbing the stairs, he walked directly towards his wife's room, but finally gave up.

In case his wife asked about the second girl, it would be difficult for him to explain.

In Jiuchongshan Taoist Temple, a little Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe walked along the path to the courtyard wall at the end, and after turning a corner, he saw a guard standing outside the gate of a small courtyard.

He took two quick steps, handed what was in his hand to the familiar man in white martial arts robe, and said in a low voice, "This is what Uncle Guan Zhang wants."

Bai Ya nodded and took it, took the long soft cloth bag into the courtyard, knocked on the east wing room twice, "Guan Zhang, the things have arrived."

Soon footsteps approached, and when the door opened, there was a faint fragrance blowing in. The middle-aged Taoist priest in black and yellow Taoist robes took the cloth bag and turned sideways at the same time, "You also come in, and do me a favor."

The white crow had already experienced it once. After coming in, he walked around the screen and bowed his hands obediently to the people in the room, "Young master."

Yao Xuanci casually hummed, gently pressed down the wood incense in the incense burner with a long and thin wooden flat spoon, and covered the hollowed and carved top of the incense burner.

A wisp of fairy mist slowly rises from the exquisite and beautiful hollowed-out incense burner, and the fragrance in the room becomes more intense in an instant. The white crow just smelled it a few times before it became dizzy, and its eyelids began to feel heavy.to close.

Yao Xuanci threw a white porcelain bottle to him, "Eat one to relieve your troubles."

The head watcher had already spread out the cloth bag, and inside were hair-slender silver needles, which shone coldly under the bright light.

Yao Xuanci lay down on the soft couch, put his hands together in his abdomen, slowly closed his sharp and deep phoenix eyes, and said in a calm voice, "White Crow, click on the sleeping point."

The watchman twiddled a few silver needles and walked over, his eyes were vaguely hesitant, "Yao Shizi, it's only been less than half a month since the last acupuncture, the time is getting closer and the headaches will become more obvious and frequent.OK."

In his opinion, since the other Shizi Yao is equally conscious, he must be able to negotiate a peaceful solution to resolve the body dispute, and there is no need to be so extreme.

It's just that it may take a long time to get the result.

White Crow hesitated for a moment.

"No, there are few times during the day, and most of the headaches are at night, which is not a problem." Every time he sleeps, he will burn this specially blended sleeping incense, which is nothing to be afraid of.

"..." Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the supervisor sighed, "Then the poor will have to do it."