Before Wang Yuanjun came in, she had already finished a cup of tea in the side hall.
The military general's office was not as elegant as those of civil servant offices. There were cold shadows of weapons everywhere. She looked at it for a few times and lowered her eyes to look at the fine tea leaves rising and falling in the tea soup.
The hot tea soup was filled with thick white mist. She took a sip, and the bitter and lingering taste swirled in her mouth. Her heart, which was originally hanging, gradually sank a little.
Although the two of them got along these days, she always felt that Wei Cheng was indifferent to him, unlike when he was a child. Although he was not as gentle and considerate as he is now, every word and every action gave her a real sense of security.
Although his words and deeds were clearly different from those of others, the woman's intuition told her that Wei Cheng was not as he appeared on the inside, which made her a little unpredictable.
But until just now, along the way, she saw a government office that was not very gorgeous, but dignified. There were no gorgeous antique decorations. Even the bluestone steps at the door of the side hall were cracked. When the bitter and fragmentary old tea was served, she He breathed another sigh of relief.
He is still the same Wei Cheng who is not limited to luxury, and has not changed.
The food box has been delivered to his desk. Presumably when he comes back, he will be able to see the fish and mutton that she spent a long time preparing in the food box. She remembered that when he was a child, he particularly liked these two dishes.
When she saw Wei Cheng sending someone to invite her over, she paused first, thinking that Wei Cheng would come to her.
She immediately stood up with a calm expression, held her head high, and followed her entourage to the main hall.
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There are two bronze candlesticks standing on both sides of the four landscape screens behind Wei Cheng. Twenty-four faint candlelights hide his eyebrows and eyes in shadow. His sword-shaped eyebrows and knife-cut temples all complement his heroic appearance. Booming, handsome and impermanent.
She approached calmly, glanced at the wound on the back of his hand, and her eyes flashed slightly.
Wei Cheng raised his head and looked at her steadily.
A moment of silence.
She frowned, "Why is your hand injured?"
Her voice was full of concern: "Since you are injured, you should have a good rest. Sleeping late and eating late is not good for your health."
She took a few steps closer and saw that he was still looking at her without speaking, feeling a little uncomfortable and said, "What's wrong?"
"You don't know that I'm injured?" The expression on his face suddenly seemed strange, half-smiling but not smiling.
She looked at the man sitting in front of her quietly and frowned: "I really don't... Yesterday, I saw Wei Ning going back to his house to get some medicine for his wounds. I asked him about it and he said it was nothing. I thought Just a scratch or something.”
Her expression was complicated: "Zhongyang, do you suspect that I hurt you?"
He said calmly: "I just don't like people lying to me. You know best the consequences of someone playing tricks in front of me."
She trembled slightly, and the hair on her back stood up, but she soon calmed down again.
Seeing that Wei Cheng stopped looking at her and turned around to close the document on the case and put it aside, as if acquiescing, her eyes turned red: "I came all the way from Chang'an to Youzhou to find you, regardless of my grandfather and father. Mother's objection, Zhongyang, is this how you see me? Why should I harm you! You clearly know that I am doing it for you...",
She couldn't speak anymore. She bit her lip tightly, with tears in her eyes. She took two steps back to hold on to the lacquered wooden pillars. The hanging gauze was swayed by her, and the candlelight was also swaying.
"Now Dong Yan dominates Chang'an. You haven't seen how arrogant he is. He doesn't take the emperor seriously at all. He goes in and out of the palace as if he were in his own backyard. He wishes all the states would be in chaos. It's a shame that I'm a girl. I can't mount a sword and bully a general." The traitors in the Yin room were killed, and I just want to choose another hero to help him help the country." She looked sad and sat on her knees on the bank. Wei Cheng's side face was handsome and calm, and his eyebrows were gentle and soft, as if he had already Moved.
She stretched out her hand and put it on the back of his hand with tenderness: "This is what my grandfather meant, Zhong Yang, don't listen to the slanderous words, only accept being alienated."
He looked at her steadily, with familiar eyebrows and sincere friendship, which made her look flustered, and then he smiled and said, "I just asked casually. There are too many things going on these days, and I am confused."
He calmly took out his hand and helped her up.
"Does the food taste good? Why don't you eat it?" she asked. "The ones I made didn't taste good? I remember that those were the ones you loved to eat when you were a child."
"We just had it in the military camp." He smiled faintly, and the curve of the corners of his lips and the tone of his voice were just right. He was less naughty and childish than when he was young, and more mature than a man, " Just let the servants do these things, the kitchen is not the place you should go."
She was almost confused, the man's breath came towards her face vaguely, brushing against her temples, like feathers ruffling, she nodded, took a step forward, and got closer to him.
She raised her hands and hugged Wei Cheng's waist. Under the clothes, his tight muscles and young and strong body were all exuding the temptation of a young man. "Zhong Yang, these years, I have really become Miss you."
"Repenting of the marriage back then was not the result I wanted. Do you still have a grudge?" There was a nasal sound in her voice. "Don't marry Beigong Lanxi, okay?"
He stood upright, feeling the moist warmth when the girl's trembling body in his arms pressed against his chest. He didn't move for a long time. For a long time, he suddenly felt a little tired, even a little bored, but he was still bored in his heart, and his face Still smiling.
He suddenly missed Shen Yinxiao and didn't know if she had eaten it. That woman always said one thing and meant another. He didn't know what she was doing now, but she was scolding him behind his back?
The lanterns exploded, and a small sound brought him back to reality.
The woman in front of him was his playmate since childhood. He had a good memory and clearly remembered that since his mother's death, she had always been with him when Mrs. Li secretly treated him badly.
She danced and played the piano for him, went outing in spring and played in the snow in winter. Li Shi deprived him of his food, but she secretly gave him her own food. She was jealous of Beigong Lanxi, which was understandable.
If the Wang family hadn't regretted their marriage, he and her children would have been able to ride horses by this time.
He didn't blame her for regretting the marriage and abandoning him, but when they met again after many years, the friendship they had when they were young gradually became less conspicuous over the years.
But he was not a heartless person. He raised his hand, put it on her shoulder, pushed her away slightly, and sighed: "It's over a long time ago, Yuanjun, I have always regarded you as my sister."
"Just a sister?" Her eyes were red and she looked at him steadily.
He sighed helplessly, brushed the end of her red eyes with his fingertips, and wiped away the tear: "What a stubborn girl."
"In the end, it depends on your uncle and aunt's approval. I dare not ruin your good reputation."
She blushed: "They will never be like before... I hope you..."
"What do you want from me?" He seemed to be teasing her intentionally.
She bit her lip, looking shy as a girl, and refused to say anything.
"I won't marry her, don't worry."
do not worry.
After Wang Yuanjun paused, her hanging heart finally fell.
She bit her lip: "In a few days of winter hunting, I want to buy a new bow and saddle. If Zhong Yang has time, how about you help me choose?"
"good."
She finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wei Cheng raised his hand and called Wei Ning to come in.
"Send your wife home carefully."
"yes!"
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Wei Ning said goodbye after sending Wang Yuanjun to the villa where she lived. This villa is adjacent to Wei's house, which can maintain the privacy of the owner and get to Wei's house in time. She got off the carriage and walked inside , I saw a restless woman in the bright room from a distance.
Seeing that she was finally back, Xu Qiuhe's eyes lit up and he stood up hurriedly, as if he had seen a life-saving straw.
"Sister Wang is back, what did Young Master say? You won't doubt us, will you?" She turned pale and looked at Wang Yuanjun as he calmly took off his cloak, handed it to the maid, and walked leisurely to the couch above. sit down.
She took the tea from the maid, slowly used the tea lid to smooth the tea leaves floating on the soup, and raised her eyebrows: "Us?"
She glanced at Xu Qiuhe with a half-smile, and Xu Qiuhe's face froze: "It's understandable to doubt you. I didn't do anything. What does it have to do with me?"
Her heart sank and she began to panic: "It was clearly agreed that I will deal with Shen Yinxiao and you will deal with Bei..."
"You were the one who found the assassin and the person you wanted to kill. Now you still want to drag me into the water?" She smiled coldly. Seeing that Xu Qiuhe's face was getting more and more ugly, her tone softened slightly, fearing that she would be defeated, so she consoled her. : "Don't worry, Zhongyang just told me that he doesn't doubt us. We should do whatever we need to do. He will go shopping with me in a few days, so don't worry."
