The four people in front of Wenlan Yuan met each other by chance, smiling and greeting as usual as if nothing had happened, and then they were busy with their own things. It seems that everyone in this palace has such a ability, no matter how much they calculate in their hearts, their faces are still calm.

I didn't understand it before, but now I have gradually learned it. It's just that her Taoism is still too shallow, so shallow that if it weren't for Yun'er, she probably still doesn't know the real cause and effect.

lowered his eyes and smiled silently and bitterly, twisting a piece of plum blossom cake in his hand, and suddenly lost his appetite.

"Why don't you eat it? I also specially asked Aunt Yang for a special pot of honey tea, you can taste it. Feiyan said as he pushed the cup to her hand.

Pick up the cup and take a sip, warm and sweet.

The fire was blazing in the room, and the air was filled with the familiar sweet smell, and she could not remember how many nights they had spent like this, around a small round table, no matter how windy it was outside.

Flying smoke is red on her cheeks, the corners of her mouth are always hanging with a small arc, and her round eyes are curved up in satisfaction, which makes people feel that a roof that can shelter from the wind and rain, a warm bed, and simple food are all she has in life.

If everyone learns to be content and not be obsessed, won't many things happen?

"You're thinking about the daytime, aren't you?" Feiyan swallowed the snack in his mouth and asked suddenly.

Stunned, yes, but more than that.

"Actually, do you think that Ling'er and Mrs. Yan are similar in some places?" Feiyan leaned over and whispered.

Tilting his eyes, a picture flashed through his mind. No wonder when I saw Mrs. Yan and Ling'er that morning, I felt that something was wrong, and when I thought about it, there was indeed a resemblance between the eyebrows when the two lowered their eyes.

"You haven't been in the palace for a long time, so it's natural that you don't know. Ling'er is the daughter of a distant relative of Madame's mother, and her parents died early, and Madame's mother raised her under her knees. In fact, Ling'er's matter has long been no secret, everyone knows it more or less, and she has been in charge of Wenlan Yuan on behalf of her wife, so everyone is respectful to her, thinking that ...... Feiyan only supported her cheeks with one hand, and her curved eyebrows frowned, "but I didn't expect to hear nothing for so many years." ”

Feiyan's incomplete explanation is naturally not difficult to understand.

Ling'er's affairs were arranged by the Jiang family as early as when Jiang Yan was not married, the purpose was very simple, it was to help this daughter, after all, Ling'er's intelligence and ability were seen by everyone, and Jiang Yan was too childlike. Family considerations always have a reason, but women's minds are often not so easy to speculate. Originally, Ling'er should have been used when her wife fell out of favor a few years ago, but to this day, she is still just a dowryman. I think everyone's opinion on this matter is the same: Jiang Yan is unwilling, no matter how close this person is to herself.

Feiyan likes Jiang Yan and will never say a word about her.

Tilting remembered someone, "I remember that there is a maid ring next to Mrs. Min, who seems to be called Xiu'e." ”

Feiyan didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this person, but he couldn't help but think about it. She has seen this person a few times, and she always follows Mrs. Min silently in her impression, silent and shy, but her appearance is not bad, and she is quite pleasing.

"I heard that Mrs. Min was so sick late at night that I didn't know who was going to know, and when the prince got the news and went to visit, he saw Xiu'e standing by Mrs. Min's side and feeding her medicine a little bit. At that time, Xiu'e's face was haggard, and she had already shown signs of birth sickness, and then the prince rewarded her greatly.

Mrs. Min is different from other ladies, she has no dowry, and naturally there is no person around her who is extremely important. Because of the prince's actions, Mrs. Min looked at Xiu'e differently, although she didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew what she meant in private, and Xiu'e's status was one level higher than that of other maids. At first, Xiu'e did make the people around her envious, but gradually everyone's eyes turned to pity, and then they mocked her behind her back, and her situation became embarrassing. Now it seems that the prince only values her sincerity, not anything else, but too much speculation on the part of others. ”

The tone of the pour was gentle, and there was no sarcasm or sympathy in the words, just a faint statement.

Feiyan listened attentively, as if he had thought of something, thoughtfully.

"So today's results are not necessarily a bad thing for Ling'er, of course, Ling'er is different from Xiu'e, maybe the results will be different. But who knows, after all, what Ling'er expected never happened. She took the teacup and gently turned it in her hand, "The root of Ling'er's obsession and unrepentance is nothing more than that she has never been given a chance." What you can't get is always good, and when you get it, you may have lost more. ”

Feiyan raised his hand and scratched his hair, half-puzzled, "I don't know if I'm right, but I don't think there's anything wrong with Madame." If you like someone, you should want to be exclusive, don't say it's a distant relative, even a sister won't want to share. ”

She didn't notice the slight strange demeanor of Lady Wen, and continued: "Although I don't really appreciate Mrs. Wen's flamboyant and domineering appearance, I don't like Mrs. Min's pretense of generosity even more. Sister Tilt, if you were a lady, what would you do? ”

"You still don't understand, it's not right or wrong." She held up a feeble smile, glad that she didn't have to face a dilemma now.

"Feiyan, how much do you know about the prince?" She hesitated for a long time, thought twice, and finally asked. Even though she didn't really think that Feiyan could give her a satisfactory answer, she was the only one she could ask.

"Hmm, what do you mean? I'm more familiar with Yin Mo, he is the prince's personal guard, almost an inch, maybe I can inquire for you. Feiyan did not hesitate to accept her question.

Tilt Wan also refused without hesitation, "It's nothing, just ask casually." "I regret that I was hot-headed for a while.

Ask Yin Mo? What's the difference between that and asking the prince directly?

"Just because I didn't say it." Again, she reminded.

"Don't worry." Smoke answers.

As it turned out, it was still too early for him to be reassured.

*****

The haze dissipated overnight, the sky suddenly cleared, and Jiang Yan was finally persuaded to walk outside on this day. Taking advantage of this effort, he asked people to rearrange the courtyard of the house, hoping to give her a new feeling.

The yard was sprinkled and cleaned, and there was a fresh smell everywhere. After inspecting the surroundings, he finally smiled with satisfaction. She turned and walked back, intending to insert the freshly picked plum blossoms of the morning into the vase, but when the corner of her eye swept to a corner, she turned in the direction of travel.

At some point stood by the gate outside the hospital, a little boy, about two or three years old, wearing a festive red cotton jacket, his complexion was snow-white, and his flesh was very cute. He held the door with one hand, put the other in his mouth, and looked at her silently with a pair of black and white eyes.

Seeing Tilt Wan coming over with a smile, the boy let go of his grip on the door, and the joy in his eyes was clearly visible. He took two small steps forward, but still did not go through the door. Looking at it in his eyes, he felt more and more sorry for his well-behavedness.

The boy's nickname is Fu'er, and he is Aunt Yang's grandson. It is said that Aunt Yang's son was also working in the mansion, and he was diligent and duty-bound, and he was very appreciated by the head of the palace. Therefore, after he got married, the chief steward set him up a dwelling outside, and made him a small manager, in charge of the royal house's purchases.

There has always been a lot of oil and water in the errand of purchasing, but as everyone says, this is really an honest man. Despite this, the days after marriage gradually passed vividly, and not long after, his wife became pregnant, and a big fat boy was born to him in September, which was tantamount to icing on the cake. He thought that life would go on smoothly, but within two years, bad luck struck suddenly, and his wife died of an unfortunate illness, leaving behind a grief-stricken husband and a young and ignorant child.

Aunt Yang misses her grandson, and at the same time worries that the child has no one to take care of her at home, so she takes the child to the house from time to time. It wasn't a big deal, but who knew that once the child somehow broke into front of Jiang Yan, it touched her heartstrings and made her sad. After that, Fu'er was told by Aunt Yang not to enter the lady's yard again, this child was born well-behaved, and somehow remembered it.

Dumping already likes children, not to mention that Fu'er is really distressing and pitying, so he also asks people to send some snacks to him from time to time to add some snacks. The child is naturally delicate, and knows who is really good to him, although he only sees him two or three times, but he also remembers her.

Leaning down and squatting down to take him into his arms, let him half-lean, lowered his head and touched his cheek, and after making sure that it was not cold, he asked softly, "Fu'er, why did you come out by yourself?" What about grandma? ”

Fu'er just looked at her and smiled, which made people soft in her heart, and spit out two words in a milky voice, "Auntie." ”

Leaning and kissing him on the cheek, making him giggle, the laughter drew the smoke out, and it was another teasing. Knowing that this is not a place for the child to stay for a long time, it doesn't take long for Feiyan to go into the kitchen to get the macaroons she just made, wanting to bring some back to Fu'er.

was leading Fu'er to gather a snowball next to the path, and the sound of Feiyan's brisk footsteps sounded on his side, and he turned his head back, but saw Feiyan squeezing his eyebrows at her with a strange expression, and spit out two words silently in his mouth, seeing that she had not reacted yet, an annoyed expression flashed on her face, no longer looked at her, and moved forward and bent down respectfully, "The slave has seen the prince." ”

Tilting dumbfounded, staring at Feiyan's red lips that opened and closed, and realized that the two words just now were "Lord Wang". Completely forgetting that she was still kneeling on the ground, she turned her head to look in the direction of the flying smoke salute.

At the corner of the path, the man was slender, standing with his hands in his hands, and a black-clothed guard stood on the left and right behind him, with a sword hanging from his waist, majestic. The man's spirit is compelling, just standing casually, and he grabs all people's attention.

However, his gaze was on the boy who had no idea of the atmosphere around him, and he was fiddling with the snow ball in his hand, and as Fu'er waved his hands to look back at her, the urgent gaze also fell on her face, and then slowly moved down, frowning slightly when his gaze touched the residual snow scattered on half of her body.

He felt his face burn, and he didn't care about the color of his face, so he hurriedly stood up. When he saluted sideways, he subconsciously hid Fu'er behind him, "The slave doesn't know that the prince is coming, and I ask the prince for forgiveness for the rudeness." ”

He didn't scream, leaning over in a leaning position, only to hear a series of slight footsteps. I can't help but remember the last time we met, more than a month later, and the shame is still the same.

Why do stupid things always do in front of him? Tilting thought discouragedly.

In a few moments, her eyes were filled with black robes and brocade boots, and she could clearly see every trace of them and his slight pause. At this moment, Fu'er poked her head out from behind her and looked at the tall figure in front of her with curiosity. Tilting his heart tightened, and moved slightly without a trace.

The familiar smell of agarwood wafted in, and his faint words came from the top of his head, "Get up." The voice was deep and cold.

Tilting and Feiyan glanced at each other, and they both had a ridiculous sense of rebirth after the catastrophe. instructed Feiyan to quietly send the child back to Aunt Yang, and quickly followed the three people who walked away.

"Please also ask the prince to enter the east hall and wait for a while, when the lady goes out, the slave maid immediately asks someone to inform the lady." As she spoke, she winked at the maid on the side.

Jun Ruojin stepped up the steps, "No need, it's rare that she is willing to go out for a walk, let her be, this king is waiting here." His tone was flat, but it was not difficult to hear the connivance, and he looked at his back, and felt more and more that his feelings for Mrs. Yan were different.

Yin Hong and Yin Mo did not continue to follow up, and each turned around and stood on both sides of the steps. Dumping was originally walking behind the two of them, but when he saw this, he didn't know whether to advance or retreat. After hesitating, the two of them looked at her.

The two brothers have similar faces, but their temperaments are very different. Yin Hong looked at her gaze calmly, Yin Mo smiled and pouted to the inside, motioning her to go in, that smile, how to look at it, how to feel cunning.

Leaning his head, he looked at the door that was long gone, and took a deep breath.