When Wen Yu returned home, she felt a gust of cold wind blowing in. Even though the charcoal fire in the house was burning vigorously, she felt chills all over her body.

The door was slammed, "My lord, Song Shangshu has come to the house and is sitting in the living room."

Song Shangshu, where did Song Shangshu come from, Wen Yu was confused for some reason, and suddenly realized, yes, the senior brother is already the Shangshu of the household department.

During the recent period, Wen Yu heard the most rumors that Song Duan was going to marry a wife, and he had already made a marriage contract with a girl from a certain family.

When Wen Yu first heard the news, he still couldn't believe it.Later, she found the news more and more credible. At first she didn't feel uncomfortable, but the more she wanted to ignore it, the more abrupt the indescribable feeling became.

It seemed that it took all of her mind in an instant.

The heart is just a dull pain, not intense, and the whole person can't lift his spirits at all.

Wen Yu laughed at herself, she has nothing to lose, isn't this normal.

Song Duan is thirty years old, and this is not the modern age. It is rare for a man at his age to have a family.

Wen Yu found in a trance that she seemed to have fallen in love with him a long time ago.But at that time, she didn't want to admit it, and she didn't dare to admit it.

It took Wen Yu a period of time to relieve her emotional depression and sadness, and she finally put all her emotions into a box and locked them up. She thought everything could be as usual.

But now, all the suppressed emotions suddenly flooded into my heart like a well.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, it’s nothing, just stay normal, a senior is just a senior, this is what I want, Wen Yu patted her face, yes, it’s good to be normal.

She casually tied up her loose hair, put on a cloak, and walked towards the waiting room.

His expression was calm, as if everything was business as usual.

Wen Yu walked towards him quickly, the corners of her lips raised slightly, but the smile didn't catch her eyes, "Brother, you're here at this time, have you had your lunch yet?"

Song Duan stared at Wen Yu, his eyes gradually stained with joy, "I should have come to see you earlier, but things were complicated, so I didn't come until today."

"Brother, I'm late, sorry."

Wen Yu was a little surprised, how could the senior brother be so polite to him.

Wen Yu waved her hand indifferently, but the smile on the corner of her lips froze for a moment, and even the speed of blinking her eyes accelerated a bit, and she forced herself to stop those unnecessary thoughts in her mind.

It's just that the senior brother really avoided suspicion with himself.

Wen Yu turned around and sighed.

Song Duan's eyes followed Wen Yu's movements, but he traced some pictures stroke by stroke in his heart, what would it look like if Wen Yu was wearing a skirt and a woman's hairpin.

Wen Yu didn't dare to look at Song Duan again, she thought it would cover up the disappointment in her eyes, but she didn't seem qualified to ask if she wanted to.Wen Yu took a sip of tea, she lowered her eyes, but her hands trembled slightly.

She pursed her lower lip, and finally raised her head, her eyes collided with Song Duan's, and Wen Yu stammered, "I heard that senior brother is engaged, congratulations—"

"Who said I'm engaged." Song Duan frowned slightly, and his voice sank.

Wen Yu was startled by his voice, "I, everyone else said that."

The senior brother is not engaged, but Wen Yu's brows and eyes are slightly stretched, she hastily lowered her head, she can't show so happy.Even though Wen Yu warned herself in her heart, she pursed her lips desperately, but the corners of her lips wanted to rise uncontrollably.

Wen Yu clenched her fists tightly. Feelings are a stumbling block to success. She pinched her hand hard, hiss, it hurts, that's right, whether Song Duan is engaged or not, whether Song Duan has an engagement with that young lady has nothing to do with her, don't be fooled.

Wen Yu blinked her eyes, quickly suppressing the emotion in her eyes.

Who did those rumors get it out, almost instantaneous, Song Duan thought of someone, Yuan Wenzheng's guy!The suffocation in his eyes flashed across.

Can't let her misunderstand, "I won't marry others."

Song Duan breathed a sigh of breath and breathed slowly. Even so, the heartbeat in the chest cavity seemed to be tens of times at this moment.","

Song Duan quietly waited for her reply, and her eyes were like stars.

Wen Yan raised his eyes and stared at him for a while, and for a long time, he said nothing.Song Duan smiled at her, as if saw it first.

"I, I-" Wen Yan blurted out, but the alarm bell in her mind rang, and she was awakened instantly.

Song Duan rubbed Wen Yan's head. He did not show obvious loss, but just put the messy hair in her horns behind her ears. "I know, don't worry. Brother is waiting for you."

Wen Yan whispered, his voice trembled.

After this day, the relationship between the two was only finally breaking through the window paper. It was ambiguous, but did not go further.

Song Duan knew what Wen Yan was hesitating, but he never forced her as in the winter of the first year of Taixing.

Wen Yan also found that Song Duan never shouted his younger brother since that day.

In the early spring and February, Wen Yan moved into a new mansion.

In early February, Lin Xiangzhao's pastry shop also opened.This year's conference was held as scheduled, and now Capital City is at a time when there is a lot of traffic. Lin Xiangzhao's shop is in a good location on Beiqu Street.

A few days before the opening, Lin Xiangzhao came to Wen Yan to send himself a newly developed pastry every day.

At the beginning, Wen Yan was gladly accepted, but she suddenly found that Lin Xiangzhao's attitude was not very right.Today, she is here to send things again.

Wen Yan looked at her flickering apricot eyes, and said helplessly: "The shopkeeper Lin, you have also presented it for several days, you have to tell me what you want.In this way, this heart is really uncomfortable. "

Lin Xiangzhao glanced at Wen Yan, "Smelling, often saying that eating people's mouth is soft and short. I have eaten this thing, so-"

Wen Yan rubbed the temples, so, even Wen Yin shouted. She was the girl's way, "You say, I listen."

"You give me the plaque of my pastry shop."

Wen Yan froze, the Mo Bao of Lin Zhongshui she had seen during Lingchang was comparable to calligraphy, "Just for this? But make Zun's words better than me."

Lin Xiangzhao thought she was going to refuse, and suddenly became sad.

Wen Yan hipped his amount, "I write, I will write now."

As soon as she said this, Lin Xiangzhao's expression immediately returned to normal.

On the day of the opening, Wen Yan was worth the value. I thought about going to see how Lin Xiangzhao's Lin's pastry was open. I did not expect that as soon as I walked to North Street Avenue, I saw a long -standing person in line.dress up.

This is a great smell, and it is impossible to sell secrets before selling.

She tied the horse beside the tree. As soon as she wanted to step forward, she was photographed by one person behind her, and she frowned.

"Brother Taiwan, do you also go to Lin's pastry?"

Wen Yan was wearing a casual clothes today, and the age and the scholars who entered Beijing's rushing exams were also very different. The scholar also regarded her as a lipper who entered Beijing as herself.

Brother Taiwan, this title has not been seen for a long time.Wen Yan glanced at this person sideways, and was probably a scholar who entered Beijing.

Wen Yan asked a little puzzled: "It is exactly why there are so many people in front of the shop."

The scholar's eyes widened in surprise, "Don't you know? The plaque of Lin's pastry is written by Wen Tanhuati."

Wen Tanhua?Wen Yu feels that his current expression is that of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone.

"Hey, it's Mr. Wen Yuwen, the Minister of Rites. This person is this year's chief examiner, so it's more reassuring to buy some pastries for some luck. All right, brother, if you don't want to go to the party, I'll go first!"

Wen Yu nodded in a daze. Unexpectedly, shopkeeper Lin is so business-minded, no wonder he has been courting him for so many days.

She shook her head with a grin. It seemed that she didn't have to worry about Lin Xiangzhao's business going bad.

Wen Yu stood there watching for a while, knowing that she couldn't squeeze in, she led the horse and prepared to leave.

"Hey, I don't know where the woman came from. She shows her face and doesn't obey women's morals." There are people around who echo him, and what they say is not good. It is full of belittling of women, which is hard to hear.

Wen Yu's expression turned cold in an instant, she turned her head to look for the people who spoke, but those people had already dispersed into the crowd without a trace.

Wen Yu's fist clenched.

She suddenly remembered eight years ago, at that time she was just a scholar, she had just won the entrance ticket for the imperial examination, and she wanted to make money for women, but unfortunately she was only a scholar at that time, it was useless, so she could only dream about it.

Now she has reached a place that she didn't even dare to think about back then, and she can already do what she can.

Wen Yu looked at the bustling crowd, then at the scholar-like students in front of him, turned and left.

In the fourth year of Taixing, the Grand Ceremony of Chuanlu.

Standing among the officials, Wen Yu looked at this year's new Jinshi, and listened to the familiar drums and whips. He was a little emotional, the order of the year was changing, and the glory was getting new, but his mood at this time was different from the past.

But there seemed to be someone familiar inside, and Wen Yu glanced at him several times, yes, she remembered, this person was the scholar she met on North Street back then.

This year's newly promoted Jinshi are in order according to the ranking of Chunwei. Zhang Anxian, who is standing in the sixth row, performed exceptionally this time and won the eleventh place in the meeting.

Then he just moved his eyes a little, without even turning his head, and saw Wen Yu standing among the officials wearing a scarlet official uniform at a glance.

Zhang Anxian blinked his eyes, that position seemed to be the position of an official of the Ministry of Rites, that person seemed to be dressed in a third-rank official uniform, and he still had a good impression of that handsome face.

Mother, did he say in front of Wen Shilang himself last time that he wanted to rub her luck.

Wen Yu looked away, her thoughts had already reached the large-scale court meeting two months later, so naturally she didn't notice the weird and shocked expression of the familiar Gong Shi.

A few days ago, His Majesty ordered that the existing laws of Daqi should be slightly revised. At the court meeting in June, hundreds of officials were required to present their proposals one by one.

Whenever laws and regulations are changed, interests change, and interests change, civil affairs change [1].Since the founding of Daqi, the "Law of Daqi" has only been revised twice.

Wen Yu has no doubt that her proposal will be opposed by many officials, but when she thinks of the foul language she heard two months ago, and what she has seen and heard over the years, her mind becomes more determined.

At the end of the ceremony, Song Duan followed Wen Yu naturally, and then poked Wen Yu's shoulder with a smile on his face.

Wen Yu turned around and instantly relaxed.

Song Duan's lazy voice rang in Wen Yu's ear, but his voice was inexplicably joyful, "That guy Yuan Zhan hasn't come to harass you recently, has he?"

Song Duan's eyes were smiling, and he looked at Wen Yu as if asking for credit, that seductive face moved closer to Wen Yu, and winked at her.

Although she was confused by his face when she first met, Wen Yu is now completely immune, and she reaches out and pushes away Song Duan who is almost hanging on her body.

Without pushing away, Wen Yu glanced at him, forget it, she didn't use any more force, and just let him hold her in his arms.

"I made a little trouble for the Yuan family. Yuan Wenxuan's two good brothers are enough for him to burn out." Song Duan gloated, then his attitude changed suddenly, and he began to sell miserably: "It's a pity that I lost my parents when I was young.I'm alone, alone, with no relatives, I can't experience such a feeling."

"This trick has been used."

Finally, it was not that expression, Song Duan was relieved.

He let go of Wen Yu, as if he just asked unintentionally: "Heng Qi, what were you thinking just now, with a frowning face and a look of deep hatred."

Wen Yu pursed her lower lip, "The court meeting in June."

Song Duan patted her on the head, "There is me behind you."

Wen Yu pouted, I'm afraid you won't say that when the time comes.

Just as she was about to speak, when she raised her eyes a little, she was surprised by Song Duan's serious and cautious expression.

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[1] From "Han Feizi·Jie Lao"