The large group of people passed, the sedan chair was impermeable, and the people sitting in it were probably too hot to stand it, so they opened the sedan curtain and lifted half of the curtain. Mu Fushu stole a glance, and vaguely saw a small woman sitting inside, because what was reflected in the low window was actually her high bun full of jewelry.

In other words, the window that the average person can reach to the eyes only goes to the top of the person's head...... Bun!

Mu Fushu looked at it and felt that the woman was about one meter tall and in her early fours.

San Lang pressed down Mu Fushu's head to prevent her from looking around.

After the sedan chair passed, there was a small group of rough envoys on foot behind them. Mu Fushu vaguely heard what "eldest princess...... Bridegroom...... General ......" or something.

Combined with the pomp, Mu Fu thought about it for a while, and after they walked over, he said to San Lang: "The one in the sedan chair is Wang Yu." ”

San Lang turned his head to look at the large group of people in Haohao Tangtang, and said in surprise: "Why did she come?" ”

"I probably know that Cui Chongyu is injured." Mu Fushu replied lazily.

Although I didn't see what Wang Yu looked like, that height was enough to make people anxious, Cui Chongyu was more than 1.8 meters tall! The difference is 40 centimeters, and you can only reach it by stepping on stilts! When I think of the two of them walking together, there is a sense of joy, and it really makes people laugh more and more when they think about it.

The two held hands and hurriedly walked towards the north gate, and soon saw the closed north gate, and when San Lang was about to take out his waist card, he was startled by the sound of five or six horses running rapidly behind him. The two of them reacted quickly and flashed to the side, entering a shop with an open door.

The people on the horse ran to the city gate and shouted: "Close the city gate, it is forbidden to enter and exit, and those who take the horse waist card are quickly tied up and sent to the general's mansion ......."

Mu Fushu and San Lang looked at each other.

The two entered a cloth village, San Lang grabbed two cool hats, paid copper coins to put one on himself and Mu Fushu and went out.

"These are the princess's people." San Lang observed the surroundings and pulled Mu Fushu to walk in the opposite direction of the city gate.

Mu Fushu said in a low voice: "These fools, doesn't this shouting give us a chance to avoid it?" ”

San Lang said as he walked: "Only the eldest princess calls the general a concubine, and later said that he was tied to the general's mansion, which is very interesting, I think he deliberately reported to us." ”

Mu Fushu chuckled: "It doesn't matter if he's really stupid or deliberate, we escaped anyway." ”

San Lang shook his head: "It's a pity." ”

Mu Fu looked at her puzzled.

San Lang patted the brim of her hat: "Look, as soon as Wang Yu comes, your father's waist card will not be counted, and you can catch it if you want." It shows that he is just an empty horse, and Wang Yu will listen to her as soon as he arrives. ”

Mu Fushu sneered: "You deserve it!" Retribution for a scumbag! I want him to live so depressed. No wonder you have to be so angry that you have blood on your chest, ha! must be suppressed by the ugly monsters everywhere, and there is nowhere to complain, which is called the wicked having their own wicked grinding! ”

San Lang's eyes lit up: "The wicked have their own wicked people...... Auntie, you are really, spitting lotus flowers! ”

"It's an export chapter." Mu Fushu proudly raised his little face, and took this praise in his pocket without blushing at all.

Who said that there is no dictionary of idioms in this era! Maybe I can become a generation of writers in the future and publish a few books or something......

Mu Fushu did not have the slightest anxiety of being "wanted", but instead pulled San Lang everywhere to find a shady place, walked unhurriedly, and said that he couldn't mess up, and others would see that they were fugitives when he was in a mess......

The two walked slowly, and unconsciously arrived near the mansion. There was a sound of tapping ahead, and a scribe with a paper umbrella and clogs approached. The two of them looked at each other, yo, it's an acquaintance, Wen Shibo!

Mu Fushu looked around, there was no one, and said lightly: "Uncle Wen." ”

Wen Qinghe was stunned for a moment, moved the umbrella to the side, and looked at the two people carefully.

San Lang said softly: "Uncle Shi, I am San Lang, this is the eldest lady of the sixteenth uncle's family. As he spoke, he pulled out a piece from his chest and showed it to him. This is a token that Yang Weng gave him before leaving, and only the Wen family has it.

Wen Qinghe reacted suddenly. Wen Qingyang is also Yang Weng's sixteenth line in the family. Last year, he married the eldest princess Yang Weiai, Yang Weiai has a daughter, this aunt should be.

Mu Fushu smiled and said, "We also met not long ago, Madame's dowry slave......"

Wen Qinghe suddenly realized. I think these two people's makeup skills are really clever, not at all like the slaves who drive the ox cart.

"Come with me." Gently touching the lady's cool hat, Wen Qinghe led the way in front of him on taps.

The three of them walked for no more than a stick of incense, and Wen Qinghe led them through the streets and alleys to the front of an inconspicuous small courtyard with white walls, black tiles and black doors, and hammered the door hard.

After waiting for a while, the door opened, and a clever little face poked out, and a young lady of about ten years old grinned at Wen Qinghe, revealing two missing front teeth.

The three of them entered the courtyard, and the door was closed again. The little lady who opened the door chirped: "Lang Jun hasn't come over for a few days, but what has stumbled?" Xiao Lang is very ......"

Mu Fushu and San Lang followed behind, suspicious. There are only two entrances to this yard, and there is a large vegetable field with a shelf on it, and a piece of green and lushy green vegetables and loofahs and gourds and long beans are grown...... At this moment, a manservant in his thirties dressed in sackcloth was busy in the vegetable field, and when he saw them come in, he hurriedly walked over to say goodbye.

Wen Qinghe handed him the umbrella and continued to walk inside. At the end of the courtyard was a row of five or six low houses, with a corridor leading to the second entrance in front of the door, and through the corridor, behind which were three main houses and five transept rooms in a triangular shape.

As soon as I arrived at the second courtyard, a woman in her thirties, who looked like a nurse with a round bun and a wooden hairpin, hugged a two or three-year-old boy and greeted her.

Wen Qinghe's steps increased, and the little boy stretched out his hands, eagerly leaned over to hug him, and called Daddy in a milky voice.

Wen Qinghe took the child, kissed him on the face lovingly, and asked him if he was disobedient and had eaten well.

Entering the main room on the far left, the temperature was slightly cooler than outside, but it was still very hot.

This room is an ensuite, with a small living room on the outside and a bedroom on the inside.

The small living room is very simple, just a small round table and four small round stools, which are still placed in the corner of the wall. There is a large open space on the ground in the middle, which is about for children to play in case they fall and get hurt, but it feels hotter in the summer.

Wen Qinghe sent his grandmother and the little maid to cook something to eat.

Mu Fushu and San Lang sat down around the round table, Wen Qinghe hugged the little boy and poured a cup of water from the teapot on the table to feed him.

This child has a longevity peach head, a small round face, and can vaguely see Wen Qinghe's shadow. The eyeballs are very flexible, and they have been looking at Mu Fushu and San Lang.

Mu Fushu grimaced at him, he giggled, and grimaced back. A mouthful of small white teeth is full of neatness.

Wen Qinghe whispered slowly: "This is my younger Wenyi's painting, nicknamed An An." ”

Since he is the youngest son, how can he be raised outside? San Lang and Mu Fushu looked curious.

Wen Qinghe sighed: "The one in the house was brought from outside." Da Lang Yishu didn't have a chance to come out, so when An An was born, I stole the beams and changed the pillars and took him outside to raise him. They only think of it as my outer room. ”

The outer room is worse than the concubine, and most people are raised as slaves, so even if the people who monitor him know, they won't take it seriously, and this era still attaches importance to the inheritance of the son-in-law.

Mu Fushu looked at An An's little hand and hugged Wen Qinghe with a happy face, and felt in a very bad mood for no reason. Sending the youngest son out of the house as an outer room, probably because he was afraid that if something happened, he could save this son.

Thinking of the Wang Yu he saw just now and the voices at the city gate that were so arrogant that they wanted to tie him up, Mu Fushu's face sank. Anyway, she hates this feeling the most......

The crisp voice of the little maid outside came: "Lang Jun wants to pass on food?" ”

"Come in." Wen Qinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "There is no ice here, thank you for your hard work." ”

Mu Fushu shook his head: "It's poor Xiao An'an." ”

An An heard Mu Fushu calling him, showing his millet teeth and grinning.

The little maid and the grandmother served cold tao, that is, cold noodles.

Wen Qinghe didn't eat about it, so he took the lead in taking a bowl, and handed two bowls to Mu Fushu and San Lang, and ate a few bites while feeding An An himself.

Mu Fushu and San Lang glanced at each other, and they really didn't have much confidence in this bowl of cold noodles. It's hard to resist the hospitality, but I still take it and eat it.

To be honest, this cold noodle is really not delicious, the noodle is not strong, light and tasteless. Mu Fushu barely picked a few noodles, San Lang also ate very slowly, but Wen Qinghe and An An ate with relish.

In fact, it's not that this cold noodle is not delicious, but that they usually eat too well. There are seasonings that are not available in this era and all kinds of modern frying and steaming methods, and now there is a general shortage of food outside, otherwise the entire Eldest Princess's Mansion now feels that they have fallen into heaven! All of a sudden, from lack of food and clothing to a meal with fish, meat, fine grains, and fine grains, I only feel that the sin of more than ten years is worth it, first bitter and then sweet!

Seeing that they didn't eat well, Wen Qinghe said apologetically: "Is it too hot to eat?" I'll ask someone to bring some ice later......"

"No need, Uncle Ten." Mu Fushu was very touched by Wen Qinghe's caring and loving attitude towards them.

An An is his youngest son, and he tried his best to keep it, how could he not want to be good to him by all means? But there is no need for ice here, and when they come, they say that they will bring them ice, which is to put them more seriously than their sons.

San Lang also shook his head: "Uncle Shi, we have a way to make ice." ”

Saying that, he glanced at Mu Fushu, Mu Fushu nodded, and San Lang explained the method of making saltpeter ice, and finally said: "It's good for Uncle Shi to get us some saltpeter, don't talk about it, just use it at home." ”

Wen Qinghe looked at Mu Fushu, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "No wonder your third uncle and sixteenth uncle both praised you for being born to know, it turned out to be like this!" ”

Mu Fu pouted and said, "It's the third uncle and Daddy who are rare and weird." ”

Wen Qinghe and San Lang both looked at her strangely, and her face was slightly red: "What?" Mr. and A-Niang became married, so naturally it was my father. I don't admit that the general in Huizhou City. ”

Wen Qinghe stroked his palms and laughed: "Well said! If you don't recognize that kind of daddy, people in the world will not say that you have forgotten your ancestors, but will only praise you for having a good chest and distinguishing loyalty and treachery! ”R1152