"Let go."
A fiery red figure was walking in the corridor in front, and behind it was a dog's tail that could not be shaken off.
"Good cousin, little ancestor, please listen to my explanation."
"I really didn't touch it." Qin Changkun was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He swears to God, if he said he didn't touch it, then he really didn't touch it.
"She just sprained her ankle while walking. If I don't help her, will I just watch her fall?"
Su Yi glanced at Qin Changkun holding her hand, and he immediately let go, smiling apologetically, "Really."
Su Yi snorted and laughed, "That's really strange. Yesterday, Fulu, who was serving you, slipped and almost fell flat on his face while holding such a large stack of books. Why didn't you, Mr. Qin, go over to help him? Were your eyes in the top of your head at that time?"
Qin Changkun's face turned red, and he couldn't explain himself clearly even though he was right.
He was about to continue speaking to clear his name, but Su Yi in front of him was too lazy to listen to him. She turned her head and waited for Qin Changkun's head to come next to her. She put her palm against his forehead in disgust, and then looked at the fork in the road at the other end of the corridor with a puzzled look.
Su Yi's expression changed. Qin Changkun didn't understand why and thought his cousin was finally willing to listen to his explanation. He eagerly leaned forward, but Su Yi covered her mouth with her hand.
She said, "Look over there, look carefully, who is that?"
Qin Changkun turned his head obediently and squinted his eyes to take a closer look. "The servant beside big brother."
"There's a woman following him...look at her figure..." Before he could finish his words, Su Yi glanced at him. He lowered his head in grievance, "What's wrong?"
"Sure enough, this crow is really black."
Even my eldest cousin, who is pure-hearted, dignified and self-respecting, is no exception. Who else could the woman in front be but Wen Zhiyi? How could he be so eager to meet her just after he came back?
Su Yi felt a surge of anger in his heart, and without saying a word, he followed him, causing Qin Changkun to chase him while worrying that he was not a crow.
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Half an hour later, they came to a secluded corner deep in the corridor, shaded by flowers and trees.
Su Yi waited for so long before Wen Zhiyi came out.
This time she really didn't wrongly accuse her cousin.
Su Yi stood up expressionlessly, turned around and went to Wen Tang's yard, with Qin Changkun following behind her.
Su Yi stopped suddenly again. No, she had to observe again. Her cousin was not Qin Changkun. If she made a mistake, she would make her sister-in-law sad for nothing.
As Su Yi thought about it, his pace slowed down, and Qin Changkun quickly caught up, ready to continue explaining.
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The banquet was over and the inner courtyard returned to peace. Only the faint sound of servants clearing away dishes could be heard in the distance.
Inside the inner courtyard,
Wen Tang had woken up, his cheeks still slightly flushed from drinking.
She had a low alcohol tolerance and only drank a few glasses during the meal. She still felt a little dizzy.
Mrs. Zhou had been guarding the bedside. When she saw her wake up, she quickly brought her a cup of warm tea and a plate of mung bean cakes. The mung bean cakes were sent by the master.
Wen Tang took the cool handkerchief handed to him by Mrs. Zhou, wiped his face, and then picked up a piece of mung bean cake and ate it in small bites.
Mrs. Zhou was standing beside her. She was frightened at first when she met the Zhang family in the garden just now. Who would have thought that when she went out to rest, she would run into old acquaintances.
Seeing Zhang Mingli's obviously sick face, Mrs. Zhou felt a little sad. As the eldest son of Duke Zhang, he should have become an official like her uncle, but he was a sickly person. Once his body was broken, no matter how great his ambitions were, they would be in vain.
Mrs. Zhou shook her head imperceptibly. That was true. If it weren't for the poor health of her eldest son, Duke Zhang would probably never have remembered that he had a son in the countryside.
The official I met in the old man's office last time was indeed him. He was lucky. He passed the imperial examination after entering the city. Now he is a new upstart in the court, completely different from the man who worked in the fields before.
Once upon a time in the village, it was hot in the summer and the sun was scorching.
A group of farmers were working in the fields. He was also dressed in cloth, standing on the loess ridge, digging the ground with a hoe, but he was tall and had a cold white skin.
Whenever the young wives in the village passed by, they would always blush and steal a few glances at him. The men who worked with him would tease him that he was so fair and tender, and didn't look like a farmer who was just paddling for food, but must be a nobleman.
These were originally some sour words spoken by a few lazy guys, but who knew they would come true.
He really lived a good life. If her young lady had known that, she would not have brought him food and water in the middle of the day, fanned him to drive away the heat, and wiped his sweat with a new handkerchief. He deserved to have tasted the heat of the scorching sun and the yellow earth.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Are you so absent-minded?" Wen Tang looked at Mrs. Zhou who looked dazed.
Her tone was gentle, "But you are tired, please sit down and rest."
Mrs. Zhou lowered her head and saw Wen Tang's rosy face, eating pastries in small bites, and she suddenly felt relieved.
Zhang Yao was prominent, but his daughter was not bad either. She married a powerful man in the dynasty. Although we cannot say that their marriage was romantic, she lived a life of luxury, stability and dignity, and no longer had to live the hard life of working in the countryside.
Let go of the people and things in the past.
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After Qin Gong's birthday banquet, the Duke's wife sympathized with Wen Tang's hard work and exempted her from paying respects for the past few days.
Wen Tang could have taken a few days off, but for some unknown reason, Wen Zhiyi became close to her and wrote her a letter every day. Every time she opened her mouth, she was repenting for the wrong things she had done in the past. She shouldn't have been so selfish and ignored her sister's happiness for her own sake.
Wen Tang finished reading the first letter: ...
This is already old grain, but she still has to turn it over and over again to dry it in the sun.
It would be fine if it was just reminiscing and repenting, but Wen Zhiyi also had to mix a few words about her past with Qin Gong in the letter. She always mentioned it briefly, but it was never absent.
Wen Tang frowned, patiently continued reading, and then her eyes stopped on two words in the letter. After a pause, she folded the letter and handed it to Zhou Ma beside her, "Burn it."
"You don't need to accept her letters anymore."
Either confession or talking about the past.
Wen Tang was a little curious. Wen Zhiyi, aren't you living your own life?
Bo's Mansion,
The smell of medicine was still strong in the room, but Wen Zhiyi, leaning on the armchair by the window, had a rare rosy complexion.
She held the pen with a smile on her lips.
It is said that young people's love is the most sincere, and it is true that he still cares about her.
Ever since their last quick meeting at the Qin residence, Qin Gong had someone invite her to meet him in a side room of the restaurant, and the dishes were surprisingly her old taste.
How could Wen Zhiyi not be moved? Later, when Qin Gong asked her how she and Jiang Dao met and how they fell in love, she felt guilty and stammered, half-heartedly telling him the past.
When she raised her head again, she saw the sad expression on Qin Gong's handsome face.
After all, she had run away from the marriage and forced Wen Tang to marry him, and she was sorry for him.
Wen Zhiyi looked guilty. She heard footsteps at the door. She paused slightly while holding the pen and quickly put away the rice paper on the table.
Jiang Dao walked in and asked, "What has Qin Gong asked you these days?" He went straight to the point.
The usual elegance and gentleness on Jiang Dao's face were gone. His face was gloomy, and his handsome face was even a little gloomy.
Wen Zhiyi did not answer.
Jiang Dao came over and put his strong hands on her shoulders, "I'm talking to you."
The slight pain in her shoulder made Wen Zhiyi angry. She taunted him, "Are you jealous?"
Jiang Dao frowned, and Wen Zhiyi continued to talk to herself, "I'm not like you, who always goes to meet people secretly. I asked you where you were going before, and you never answered. But I always caught you going to see your good sister."
"Don't be silly, Yanyan is my sister, she's my family."
"Is she my biological sister? No, she's my lover's sister."
Jiang Dao suddenly let go of his hand and said condescendingly, "You are really, being unreasonable."
Wen Zhiyi stood up suddenly, her voice rising sharply, "Yes, I was being unreasonable. I should have been more sensible and taken the initiative to give up my position, so that she could legitimately enter the house, become your wife, and bear your children."
"Let me ask you again, what did Qin Gong ask you and what did you answer?" His tone was cold.
"Remember, never give random answers. You met me in Jiangnan. My last name is Jiang Dao, and I'm a Jiangnan businessman."
Wen Zhiyi's mind was in a mess and she couldn't hear what he was saying. Her husband yelled at her that he had a woman outside and wanted another woman to give birth to his child. She was going crazy.
Jiang Dao turned around, lifted the curtain and left without looking at her again.
Wen Zhiyi trembled with tears, staring silently at the air above, then frantically took out a piece of paper and pen, and continued to write the two words Qin Gong on it. Then he paused, crossed out the two words, and wrote four words again: Brother Zhengze.
When Wen Tang received Wen Zhiyi's letter again, she was teasing her two children in the cradle, imitating the roar of a little tiger to the two children, "Awoo awoo".
Mrs. Zhou came in with a letter and said, "It's the last one."
Wen Tang asked the wet nurse to take the child away, and then he took the time to read the letter. His eyes swept across the places that were crossed out with ink, and the content of the letter was still full of those complicated concerns.
Wait until you see the last line.
Wen Tang slowly raised his head, and Mrs. Zhou came over quickly, "What's wrong?"
Wen Tang pursed his lips and said, "Go and call the servant who helps the master bathe. I have something to ask."
Mrs. Zhou responded and left.
The servant was quickly brought in and answered the grandmother's questions honestly, "My master did suffer a minor flesh wound the other day. He was on important official business outside when he was attacked by an assassin. The wound was in the lower abdomen, but it's nothing serious and the scab has fallen off now."
"Where is it?" Wen Tang frowned and asked again.
The servant said, "It's in the lower abdomen, but it's really nothing serious."
As soon as the servant finished speaking, he was sent away by Mrs. Zhou.
Wen Tang held the letter in her hand. As a wife, she didn't pay attention to such a private place. How could Wen Zhiyi know?
Wen Tang rubbed his eyebrows. Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou immediately bent down and put her ear close to him.
Wen Tang tilted his head and said, "Send someone to find out. Besides the public social events on the birthday banquet, who did the master meet privately?"
What did you do?