As soon as I woke up from a nap at noon, I saw Xiaozhu stumbling in, with a heavy face, calling for something serious, holding her arm and about to take it out.

Mu He put on a coat, followed her in a daze, and walked all the way to Wen Heng's study, and only after soaking in the cold wind for a long time could he be considered sober, and asked her much slower, "Hmm, what's wrong?" ”

"The little boy made a mistake, the owner of the village is about to punish him, how can you punish people on this snowy day, how can you be willing?" Small bamboo flocculents.

Mu He was then confused for a while, "What ...... did he make" wrong......

Before he finished speaking, the person had already been pushed into the study, and Xiaozhu summoned heavily, "The owner, the lady has arrived." Then he quickly closed the door from the back and stepped back.

Mu He held his warm sleeves in both hands and rested on his bulging belly, standing at the door in a daze, Fang saw Xiaobai standing honestly and bowing his head far away, Wen Heng standing by the window with his hands down, without the slightest smile on his elegant face, with a three-point cold appearance. When he moved his eyes to see her appear, his eyes shone lightly for a moment, and in an instant, he seemed to be a little indifferent.

"Mother's ......" Xiaobai's words rose a little dependent, which softened Mu He's heart very effectively.

"It's ...... What's wrong? ”

In such a situation, Mu He is used to helping the weak side, so when he spoke, he unconsciously walked towards the poor Xiaobai with drooping eyes.

"He destroyed my treasured calligraphy and paintings." Wen Heng spoke at the right time, and the slightest grievance in his tone seemed to be absent, and he deliberately bit the word "treasure".

Mu He's feet were slightly certain, and when he looked back, he saw Wen Heng's pair of clear and moon-like ink pupils staring at her, and pursed her lips slightly, as if if she favored Xiaobai again, it would be a great injustice.

Xiaobai's body shook slightly, and he felt that something was wrong. Ever since he entered the house and confessed everything to his father and handed in the incriminating evidence, his father has been standing at the window with a cold face. For a quarter of an hour when Xiaozhu brought in his mother, the rescuer who tried all things, Fang Cai was still the first thing he said, and the accusation was full of meaning.

This is the case...... Mu He suddenly felt embarrassed, let out a long sigh, but he really didn't go to Xiaobai, and walked to the bookcase, "What Mobao cherishes so much?" Can it still be saved? ”

His eyes touched the silk handkerchief on the table, which was mostly stained with ink, and his face was hot, and he was silent for a long time.

……

When he had just reconciled, Mu He was always worried about his passive indifference in the past, thinking that he wanted to be more eager, and after coming and going, he did a lot of shameful things that he couldn't hold on to his old face when he thought about it now.

This silk handkerchief is one of them.

Mu He still can't say lingering love words, he only knows that he secretly hugged Wen Heng when no one was around, kissed a few bites, and always felt that his efforts were not enough.

One day in the study to practice calligraphy, very casually turned two pages of poetry, saw the lingering compassion, sincere and straightforward friendship, settled down, and felt embarrassed before doing anything.

Whether it is from the script or reality, whenever I see someone using poetry to convey love, speak and write such lingering sentences in a grand manner, Mu He's tooth roots will give people sour, both feel cliché and feel uncomfortable, so it is better to avoid it.

I closed the book and rewrote three or two words, but in the end I was still restless. He walked to the window, confirmed that there was no one on the left and right, closed the window, and then with an inexplicable and ashamed heart, he copied two lines of brushstrokes on a silk handkerchief.

"Linglong dice An red bean, do you know the lovesickness to the bones?"

After writing, Wu Zi's face turned crimson, and he quietly looked at the two lines of ink for a long time. Thinking that since it was all written with a thick face, it would be a waste of this struggle in my heart if I didn't send it out.

But how do you get your hands on it? Shove it straight to him?

When he was thinking about it, the door of the room was lightly buttoned, Mu He hurriedly glanced at the silk handkerchief placed on the table, his face was even more enthusiastic, and he moved it to the side, but he didn't hide it in the end, and responded, "Well, come in." ”

Wen Heng stepped in, his voice warm, "Practicing calligraphy?" ”

Mu He quickly raised his head and glanced at him a little nervously, "Well, on a whim, I practiced playing." ”

"How did you close the window?"

Mu He choked up, "Hmm, I forgot to open it." ”

Wen Heng responded with a smile, "It would be better to turn on the light." Seeing that Mu He nodded busily, he pushed the window open, walked to the bookshelf and smoked a book, and sat down at the nearby small tea table.

After Wen Heng came back from dealing with things, he would basically follow Mu He, either staying in the study to read a book, or going out for a walk hand in hand, neither too enthusiastic, nor too much obsession, accompanied by tranquility, but guarded her steadily.

After reconciling, his almost inseparable stay with her still shows the fragility of his heart.

Mu He knew in his heart, and he was even more distressed, but he was inexplicably embarrassed and ashamed......

After a few tosses, he stiffened his back and called, "Wen Heng." ”

"Huh?" A response, as if a pleasant snort, he liked the tone of her voice when she called him, neither soft nor hard, but a little softer than usual, as if inadvertently containing a tenderness that others could not detect.

Only he could hear that her heart was soft.

But after waiting for a while, there was nothing to say on the other end. Wen Heng looked up, only to see Mu He just looking at the blank rice paper under the tip of the pen with his eyes lowered, as if he was a little nervous, pinching the pen tightly, and his fingertips were faintly white. The white porcelain neck outlines a slender and graceful curve for light and shadow, and the jade-like earlobes are quietly dyed with a light layer of pink.

Wen Heng's heart moved slightly, and he asked softly with a smile, "What's wrong?" ”

Mu He's face was always calm and plain, for a long time, "It's nothing, I just want to call you." ”

Wen Heng just laughed, mumbled, and said nothing else.

Mu He relaxed half lost and half relieved, he was not in the mood to practice calligraphy again, and also picked a book on the shelf, thinking about waiting for the evening. When the time comes, the black light will be blind, and the handkerchief will be stuffed into his hand, so that he can see it again tomorrow, and there will not be so much relative embarrassment.

In this way, it can be regarded as a fixed mind.

The content of the book is wonderful, and after a while, Mu He put that crampedness behind him and seriously immersed himself in the book.

Through the open window, a fresh breeze blew, and the paper on the desk floated slightly, or seemed unstable.

Mu He didn't notice it, Wen Heng got up, crossed the bookcase and closed the window, but when he came back, his footsteps paused at the desk.

After being silent for a while, he went around to Mu He again, and sat in a wide chair with her. Bent his lips and smiled, lowered his eyes to her, and reached out to hold her without saying a word.

Mu He's mind was still in the book, and he hugged him inexplicably. However, such things happened very frequently, and she no longer cared about it, and obediently leaned on his shoulder, holding up the book to read.

After realizing it, there was a trace of strangeness in my heart. Mu He's fingers converged, raised his head slightly from his arms, glanced at Wen Heng, and saw that the eyebrows under his eyes were warm smiles, and there was a bang in his head, that is, he felt that the whole person was ripe.

"Is it for me?" Wen Heng saw that she finally put down the book, and endured it for a long time before she spoke. Afraid that she would look at him left and right, she also stretched out her hand and pointed to the silk handkerchief on the table.

Mu He was embarrassed at first and inexplicably shy and didn't make a sound, leaned up and kissed the corner of his lips, and finally remembered an indifference, "Well, for you." ”

Wen Heng listened, smiled even more and reached out to take the silk handkerchief, but he lowered his eyes, leaned on the top of Mu He's head, and looked at it silently for a long time without making a sound, just laughing.

Mu He smiled uncomfortably at him in his arms, not wanting him to continue to look at him like this, so he reached out and hooked his neck, pulled it down a little, and raised his head to print it on his lips, deeply lingering.

It was her initiative, but in the end, she was panting from the kiss, and almost fainted in his arms, and she was held by him without the slightest strength, and was close to her in her arms.

I stared at the eyes open, and I don't know how long it took to slow down, but I saw that Wen Heng had not let go, holding the silk handkerchief, and looked at it with joy on his face as the smile did not fade. The usual pale lips are red and gorgeous, and the eyes are even more full of autumn water, and when she looked up, she lowered her head and kissed her again.

"Ah He......" he whispered in her ear.

"Huh?"

The voice chuckled contentmently, "I see." ”

……

"Linglong dice An red bean, do you know the lovesickness to the bones?"

……

Two years have passed, Mu He is really full of thoughts when he sees this little square silk handkerchief again, and he has the feeling of digging up the sour black history, and in front of the children, he is even more sneering.

"This doesn't seem to be a treasure of some famous artist." Mu He had to vaguely convey a message to Wen Heng, "It's not ...... It's not irremediable, ...... The most important thing is not to scare the child. ”

The latter sentence was slightly biased, Wen Heng was really aggrieved, raised his eyes and said softly, "I haven't blamed him yet." ”

Mu He let out a long sigh in his heart, so he had to turn around and say to Xiaobai, "Daddy won't let you come to his study to play, let alone move things, why are you disobedient?" ”

Although Xiaobai knew that he was wrong, he didn't look too cowardly, but he lowered his head and his face was pale, "I helped my mother come to the study yesterday to get ink, and the cuffs were not very good to bring to this square silk handkerchief on the table, and the ink in the inkstone was not dry, so it was stained a little." I thought it was dispensable, so I took it away, and I didn't know it until Xiaozhu mentioned it...... Daddy's treasured things. ”

Mu He thought about it, it was true, and he just said it unintentionally.

Wen Heng said lightly, "For the next three days, I will go to the back mountain every morning to practice swords for an hour." ”

Although this punishment is light, but in the past few days, it has been snowing heavily, the weather is cold, and it is too cold to put your hands outside the warm sleeves for a while.

Xiao Bai didn't dare to refute, and was about to answer, Mu He hurriedly stopped his words, "Xiao Bai is just unintentional, you don't need to do this......" Seeing that Wen Heng was about to speak again, he immediately said, "I will save you, you can save it, you will definitely be able to save it." ”

Wen Heng got this sentence, and finally smiled with relief, "Well, then there will be no punishment." ”

Strike while the iron is hot, and hold her hand to grind the ink. After a second glance at Xiaobai, Xiaobai consciously retired and left with the door......

……

The next day, Xiaobai's study.

Xiaobai stood in front of the desk and wrote, distracted, "Daddy, did I make the bitter calculation this time?" My mother also made up a love letter for you. ”

Wen Heng watched him put down his pen, and also reminded him where he should pay attention, and returned by the way, "Well, well done." ”

Xiaobai raised his head when he heard this, "Didn't you get a commendation?" ”

Wen Heng didn't care that he had ruined Sipa, but he was in a good mood, his tone was gentle, and he asked simply, "What do you want?" ”

"I want to get out of the villa, go outside, and see the world."

"Yes, but you have to wait until your brother or sister is born."

After many years of competing for favor, he was defeated, and Xiaobai only had to accept his fate, and said sourly, "Daddy really can't leave his mother for half a point." ”

"Write your words."

……

After the marriage between Qiwu Villa and Shaoxue Palace, Lingxiao Palace lost its original prestige, gradually declined, and finally declined. The land of the southern continent can be described as a big family.

Although the new emperor of Beilu was resolute and resolute, his foundation was unstable, and most of them had to rely on Wen Heng's connections in the middle of the dynasty and the secret support of the Mo people's financial resources, and the relationship between the north and the south was unprecedentedly stable and harmonious.

This time, almost all of it is the credit of Wen Heng.

However, just when Qiwu's power was in full swing, he suddenly stopped doing it.

And the beginning of all these variables is because......

In the spring of the next year, Mu He gave him another daughter.

After saying this, everyone rumored that the daughter of the owner of Qiwu Mountain Villa Wen Zhuang was really a must, and the little doll wanted to eat the hot steamed jujube cake under the mountain in winter, so he stepped on the snow without a trace, and carried the internal force all the way to her in his arms and brought it back.

People are so admirable, but the little girl who will babble is wronged very much.

Daddy didn't do it because his mother had to wait for childbirth in a warmer place in the south, and she couldn't stay in Qiwu Villa, and after a few months of losing her hand, she didn't bother to pick it up.

As for the steamed jujube cake, it is also something that my mother wants to eat, but she just helped by the side! 166 Reading Network