When Xue Yunyan heard this, he didn't say anything more about "Mr. Tanglin" and other words, but asked directly: "In this case, can I ask Mr. to follow me to get the letter?"

Tao Ruohui immediately responded: "It should be so." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xue Yunyan nodded and said with a light smile: "Thank you, sir." After speaking, he knocked on the wall of the car.

A well-suited guard heard the sound, neatly closed the door and closed the curtain, and after a while, the Qinghu car drove up, and soon drove away from the lotus flower and disappeared into the busy Hehui Street.

Tao Wenjuan, who was standing behind the door, saw through the crack in the door that the carriage had left her sight, so she turned around, stood against the door, and wiped her sweat with a cloth towel.

She knew the family emblem on the carriage, it was the carriage of the Xue clan in Xiaqiu.

The letter in the letter given by Mr. Tanglin indicated that it should be handed over to the Xue family's Dalangjun by Tao Wenjuan herself.

However, since Hu Tian's incident, Tao Ruohui has always been wary of the children of the Yiyingshi clan, so he took the letter directly and hid it in the study of Tao Wenjuan's uncle.

This is also his love for his daughter, and Tao Wenjuan thinks that as long as he can hand over the letter to Xue Dalang, no matter who the person who delivers the letter is, it should not be so important.

After standing by the door for a while, Tao Wenjuan turned the flower curtain, went to the east chamber to get two pieces of needlework and thread, sat in the shade under the porch of the main room, and sewed them up carefully.

It was almost dusk, the sun was not as fierce as it had just been, and occasionally a gust of wind could make people feel a little cool, and the rose was blown by the wind to "brush" the sound, and the faint floral fragrance lingered around the nose, which made people feel happy.

Suddenly, there was a gentle sound of peeling and pecking at the courtyard gate, followed by a very clear voice: "Mr. Tao is at home?"

This voice is quite familiar, Tao Wenjuan stopped the needlework and listened carefully.

The voice stopped for a while, and then raised it slightly: "The servant is Yang Congshen, and he came to deliver something on the order of Langjun." ”

As soon as she heard Yang Congshen's name, Tao Wenjuan immediately stood up.

This Yang Congshen is Qin Yanzhao's guard, quite knowledgeable, often sent by Qin Yanzhao to send things to Tao Ruohui, Tao Wenjuan has also met him a few times, knowing that this is a very good Langjun, not a living person.

She replied, "Please wait, this is coming." As he spoke, he put away the sewing basket, went back to the inner room, took the fence and put it on, and then went to the front to open the door.

At the opening of the door, I saw Yang Congshen wearing a tuxedo green cloth shirt, with a pear green cloth belt tied around his waist, and a green hosta in his hair bun.

Tao Wenjuan greeted him and saw a huge bookcase at his feet, which looked very heavy.

"Lang Jun told me to send this bookcase, Mr. Tao is there?" Yang Congshen said respectfully, his calm posture lined with his scholarly clothes, showing great grace.

Tao Wenjuan said with a smile: "Jiajun happened to go out, Yang Lang please come in." As he spoke, he opened the door and turned sideways to avoid it.

Yang Congshen said, "The servant is rude", then leaned over and lifted the bookcase and stepped into the courtyard door.

The bookcase was really heavy, and when he lifted it, his whole body was tilted to the side, and when he walked, his body was slightly slanted, but his steps were extremely steady.

Tao Wenjuan knew that he had martial arts in his body, and he had more strength than ordinary scholars, so he didn't think much about it at the moment, turned around and covered the courtyard door, so he led the way in front of him, led him to the study, and brought the fruit and warm tea up, and asked him to sit down and rest.

She had seen it just now, and there were no carriages or ox carts outside the courtyard gate, so it could be seen that Yang Congshen Ying had come all the way from the Qin Mansion. Although the heat is temporarily gone, it is still a little hot in the end, he must have struggled to walk all the way, and it is also in the etiquette to invite him to sit for a while, even if it is a lonely man and a widow, but she is not a big woman, and the small family is not so particular.

Yang Congshen seemed to be really hot, and after sitting down, he first picked up the teacup and drank tea, and Tao Wenjuan sat down to accompany the prime minister, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

After taking two sips of tea, Yang Congshen said apologetically: "Excuse me, girl, I have been in a hurry this way, and I am a little thirsty." ”

Tao Wenjuan smiled and said: "Yang Lang has worked hard, and he is sitting by himself." After a pause, he smiled and asked, "But I don't know what this box contains? It looks very heavy, could it be a box of books?"

"It's not just books. Yang Congshen took another sip of tea, and a gentle smile appeared on Qingjun's face, and he said softly: "Lang Jun gave Mr. a complete set of stationery, among which there is a Wenshan inkstone, which can't withstand the bumps of the carriage and horses, so I sent it." ”

"I see. Tao Wenjuan said clearly, and thanked him again: "Yang Lang has worked hard. ”

Yang Congshen waved his hand and said softly: "It's not hard, it's just running errands." As he spoke, he wanted to put the teapot back on the table, but before he could straighten out his hand, the sleeve of his shirt knocked over the teapot on the side, only to hear a crisp sound of "choking", and the celadon teapot fell to the ground, and the tea in it spilled out, and the hem of his robe was wet in an instant.

Tao Wenjuan said "ah", the person had already stood up, and asked repeatedly: "Is it burned?" Yang Lang was injured?" Although he said that, the person did not move forward, and still stood up with Yang Congshen in the case.

Yang Congshen Qingjun's face quickly rose two blushes.

He hurriedly got up and took two steps back, and suddenly remembered the teapot on the ground, so he leaned forward again to pick up the fragments of the teapot, and did not think that the tea juice would penetrate through his robe through his undershirt at this bend of time, and the hem of the robe was already wrinkled together.

"This ...... I missed it...... I'm sorry......" He stood there helpless, his hands propped up, his face flushing redder and redder.

Tao Wenjuan hurriedly said: "Yang Lang is fine, just leave these away, I'll clean it up later." After saying that, he glanced at his clothes twice, and then continued: "Yang Lang, please wait, I will take a cloth towel and wipe it for you." As he spoke, he was about to go out.

Yang Congshen blushed and shook his hand: "Don't be so troublesome, I'...... I'm fine. As he spoke, he reached out to pull the hem of his robe, but the hem of the robe was already wet, and how to flatten it out, the more he pulled it, the more it became shapeless, and the embarrassment on his face became more and more intense.

Tao Wenjuan said softly: "Lang Jun still wipe it, it's not troublesome, I'll go to the kitchen to find a cloth towel, and please wait." With that, she hurried out of the house and into the kitchen in the backyard.

What she didn't know was that after she turned around, the expression on Yang Congshen's face suddenly changed.

The embarrassment, embarrassment and chaos of Fang Cai are all gone.

Dusting off his wet clothes, Yang Congshen, or rather Ouyang Yanran, calmly straightened up, looked around, and then focused his gaze on the big bookshelf, and a trace of coldness crossed his eyes.