On the other side of the yamen, Wen Xiaojun took Xiao Zuo's hand and ran back to the small courtyard of the official residence that Yinnuo had found for her.
After running into the courtyard door three steps at a time, Wen Xiaojun turned around and pulled the door leaves on both sides, shutting it tightly with a bang, then bolted the door bolt, and ran into the bedroom holding Xiao Zuo's sleeve.
After closing the door tightly again, Wen Xiaoyun was out of breath.
The little boy next to her is much better. Although he is a little thinner than Wen Xiaoyun based on his appearance, he is a child from a poor family after all, and he is very capable of endurance and physical strength.
Seeing Wen Xiaoyun leaning against the door, clutching her chest and out of breath, Xiao Wuzuo quickly looked around the room and quickly noticed the teapot and teacup placed on the middle table.
So he walked forward quickly, turned over an upside-down white tea bowl, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of herbal tea into it.
Then he turned around and quickly brought it to Wen Xiaoyun, and said with a concerned expression: "Scribe Wen, take a sip of water slowly, take a moment, and take a breath."
This cup of tea is so timely for Wen Xiaoyun. She reached out to take the water glass, but unexpectedly, a mouthful of phlegm suddenly stuck in her throat, and her breathing immediately became blocked.
The hand reaching for the cup also stopped in mid-air.
She swallowed hard, then withdrew her hand and patted her chest hard, and finally swallowed the phlegm calmly.
However, Wen Xiaoyun's actions suddenly had a different meaning in Xiao Zuo's eyes.
He saw that Secretary Wen was clearly out of breath and needed water the most, but when he was about to take the cup, he hesitated and finally withdrew his hand completely.
The chord in the little catcher's mind that had just been loosened suddenly tightened. The tightness was so strong that he gasped in pain.
However, in order not to make Secretary Wen uncomfortable, he quickly suppressed the dim and hurt look that appeared in his eyes.
He lowered his raised hand slightly, looked up at Wen Xiaoyun, and forced a smile, "Yes... I'm sorry for you, I forgot my identity, took your cup, and messed it up." It’s bad luck…”
Wen Xiaojun's eyes widened for a moment, and she instantly remembered the ancient views on the profession of widowhood.
In ancient society, no matter how superb the identification skills were, they were still a lowly existence that made people avoid them.
Not only did Wu Zuo have a humble status, their descendants were not even qualified to participate in the imperial examination.
Whether in society or in the yamen, everyone will subconsciously stay away from him when they see him.
The identity of Wu Zuo is not only humble, but also mixed with the filth and darkness of a dead body.
Except for my own family, I have no qualifications to eat at the table with anyone outside.
Not only that, everything they touch will also be considered to be stained with bad luck and dirt that is difficult to remove.
Therefore, anyone with some status would not ask Wu Zuo to enter the house, let alone touch his clean and elegant tea set.
Wen Xiaoyun's heart suddenly tightened. Strictly speaking, this small job was still in the internship stage. It had not been long since he entered the yamen office as an errand, and his ancestors had not been working for generations. The reason why he is so conscious and sensitive must be that he has been disliked and hated by many people.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaojun snatched the small white porcelain tea cup from Xiao Zuo's hand without saying a word, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then raised his sleeves and wiped his mouth, raised his arms to wrap around Xiao Zuo's shoulders, and walked into the house with a smile, "I I treat you like a brother, why are you saying such unreasonable things to me?"
