As soon as the man heard Wen Xiaomiao's shouting from behind, he ran away.

Wen Xiaomiao picked up her skirt and wanted to chase it, but as a result, she forgot that this was not the clothes she usually wore, seeing that the loose skirt tripped her up, and her whole body was about to fall to the ground, Wen Xiaomiao subconsciously closed her eyes, it was too embarrassing.

Suddenly, she was grabbed by someone, and immediately stopped the tendency to fall, and then she was dragged by the trend to turn around and crash into a person's arms.

Wen Xiaomiao couldn't help but let out an "oops", this nose hit so hard that tears flowed out, and besides, this arm hurt enough, it was better to lie on the ground directly.

"Girl, you're all right, are you? A cold voice sounded in Wen Xiaomiao's ears.

Wen Xiaomiao blinked her bright eyes full of tears, saw the person in front of her clearly, and hurriedly said, "Your jade pendant was stolen, it was the person who ran away just now, go and chase it." ＂

"Don't worry, girl, the people below have already gone to chase after you, thank you! Mo Yuxuan said with a smile.

"Miao Miao! Cheng Mu'an's voice sounded from the stairs on the second floor, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wen Xiaomiao's eyes.

He pulled Wen Xiaomiao from Mo Yuxuan's arms, and Wen Xiaomiao realized that she was a little too close to the elegantly dressed man just now, the man was holding her waist, and she was holding his arm unconsciously.

Wen Xiaomiao looked at Cheng Mu'an and hurriedly explained, "Brother An, I, this son, no, there is a thief," Wen Xiaomiao said incoherently, tears almost came out again, if Cheng Mu'an misunderstood, what if she didn't want her.

Cheng Muan patted her shoulder and said gently, "You don't have anything to do, right?" ＂

"I don't have anything to do, but I'm with this son," Wen Xiaomiao wanted to continue to explain.

"I understand, as long as you're okay. Cheng Mu'an touched Wen Xiaomiao's little head and wiped away the remaining tears on her face.

Wen Xiaomiao pulled the corner of Cheng Mu'an's clothes with attachment, her heart was warm, it turned out that Cheng Muan did not misunderstand her, but was worried about her.

Cheng Mu'an was startled when he heard Wen Xiaomiao's shout upstairs, and hurriedly rushed out, only to see Mo Yuxuan going to pull Wen Xiaomiao, he saw everything in his eyes, there was nothing to misunderstand.

Cheng Mu'an was about to leave with Wen Xiaomiao, when he saw Mo Yuxuan's subordinates returning, holding a jade pendant in their hands.

Mo Yuxuan hugged his fist to Wen Xiaomiao and said, "Dare to ask the girl's surname, where is the mansion, Mo will definitely come to the door to thank you on a certain day." ”

"No need, the insider's behavior is a little reckless, let Mo Gongzi laugh, thank you don't have to, such a trivial matter Mo Gongzi doesn't have to take it to heart, let's leave first." Cheng Muan hugged his fist at Mo Yuxuan, turned around and walked outside the door.

Wen Xiaomiao nodded and smiled at Mo Yuxuan, and followed Cheng Mu'an away.

"Young farmer." The subordinates who recovered the jade pendant respectfully presented the turquoise jade pendant in front of Mo Yuxuan's eyes.

"Secretly check it out." Mo Yuxuan took the jade pendant, his eyes looked into the distance outside the door without focus, and his voice was so light that he almost couldn't hear and commanded his subordinates.

"Yes." The subordinate replied.

Mo Yuxuan looked down at the jade pendant in his hand and smiled slightly.

Gu Haojun sent a very good set of stewards to Cheng Mu'an, in less than three days, the upper and lower arrangements in the house were in place, all the items were prepared, and the number of new recruits was not much, which was exactly what Cheng Mu'an wanted, as long as it was enough.

Cheng Muan is busy with things in the court during the day, and he is usually not at home.

Wen Xiaomiao was idle.

She didn't have much to do during the day, so she practiced dancing, reading books, and writing.

Occasionally playing chess with Ping'er, both of them are very poor, and the more they play, the more boring they become.

Wen Xiaomiao looks forward to getting dark every day and looking forward to Cheng Mu'an going home.

On this day, after dinner, Wen Xiaomiao and Cheng Muan stayed in the study.

Cheng Mu'an wrote the unfinished recital during the day, Wen Xiaomiao stood at the table and grinded for him, the two of them didn't communicate much, occasionally looked at each other and smiled, in the quiet night, only the cries of crickets in the distance, and the silvery moonlight spilled from the window to the ground in the house, which was bright and the atmosphere was excellent. Wen Xiaomiao likes such days very much, and has a feeling of being an old husband and wife.

Cheng Mu'an put away the written recital.

"Brother An, are you busy?" Wen Xiaomiao asked.

"Well, something?" Cheng Muan looked at Wen Xiaomiao.

"There's a poem, can you write it down for me? When I don't have anything to do during the day, I can imitate and practice calligraphy by myself. Wen Xiaomiao took out a new piece of paper and pressed it with a ruler.

"What poetry?" Cheng Mu'an picked out a small block pen.

"I can't remember the name, and I only remember the first two sentences, which is, 'Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about the general's return?' , Although I can't remember the poems in the back, I have always felt that the artistic conception of this poem is very good, anyway, I have nothing to do, I can practice words and recite poems at the same time, the best of both worlds, how good. ”

Cheng Muan smiled and put the pen down again.

"Brother An, what's wrong?" Wen Xiaomiao felt a little surprised, she always felt that Cheng Muan was omnipotent.

"Chen Yuan taught you again?" Cheng Mu'an asked, it seems that this Chen Yuan's heart for Wen Xiaomiao has not been a day or two, Wen Xiaomiao's reaction is also quite slow, and she doesn't know if people don't confess it.

"yes." Wen Xiaomiao nodded, she thought that Cheng Mu'an probably didn't know this poem, so let's change it, anyway, there are not so many requirements for practicing calligraphy.

"Brother An, you can write whatever you want." Wen Xiaomiao found him under the stairs, if he said no, it should be quite faceless.

Cheng Mu'an picked up the pen and wrote neatly with a small letter, Wen Xiaomiao leaned over, his handwriting was really good-looking, the words were like his person, chic and handsome.

Soon, Cheng Muan wrote the whole poem.

Wen Xiaomiao moved the ruler, picked up the paper, looked at it happily, and blew on the place that had not yet dried.

Cheng Muan stood up, wrapped her in his arms from behind Wen Xiaomiao, and read softly: "When my long hair reaches my waist, is it okay for the general to return?" This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak. The sky is broken, and the twilight snow is white-headed. Han Jian listened silently to the thunder, and the spear guarded the empty trench alone. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and blew through the corner of the painting overnight. Late visitors from Jiangnan, red rope knotted hair.

When the king's long hair reaches to his waist, I will return to the court in triumph. In the past, the horses were free, and they were all young heroes. The eastern capital is beautiful, and the West Lake is misty. Bloody battles in all directions, vowing to guard the mountains and rivers. There should be a day of triumphant return and a good night with Qing. I hope to grow old hand in hand, and I am willing to be with my son. ”

"Is it beautiful?" Wen Xiaomiao looked sideways at Cheng Mu'an, she was talking about this poem.

"Well, good, you're beautiful." Cheng Mu'an looked at Wen Xiaomiao's smart eyes, smiling like a flower, and he slowly lowered his head.

"Third son, Gu Gongzi asks to see." The voice of the family rang out outside the door.

Cheng Muan frowned, it's so late, what else does he need to come over in person?

"Come in." Cheng Muan had to temporarily let go of Wen Xiaomiao.

Gu Haojun pushed the door, looked at the appearance of the two people, and knew that he had disturbed Cheng Mu'an's good deeds.

But he can't help it, the pear blossoms of the beloved woman crying bring rain, can he not be soft-hearted.

"It's so late, what is so important, and you have to come over in person, so that people can believe it." Cheng Muan said.

Gu Haojun glanced at Wen Xiaomiao, then looked at Cheng Mu'an, and didn't speak.

When Wen Xiaomiao saw it, she immediately smiled and said to Cheng Mu'an: "Brother An, it's not early, I'm going to rest first, Gu Gongzi, I'll retire first." She could see that what Gu Haojun wanted to say didn't want outsiders to hear, or didn't want her to hear it.

Wen Xiaomiao carefully folded the paper on which the poems were written, pushed the door open, and turned around to close the door.

"Ping'er, let's go." As soon as Wen Xiaomiao finished speaking, she found a person standing not far from the study, his whole body shrouded in a huge black cloak, his head was deeply hidden in his hood, and his face was covered with a black veil.

Wen Xiaomiao was a little curious, Gu Haojun also brought a woman here, it seems that it is the woman in front of her who really wants to see Cheng Mu'an.

As she walked past the woman with Ping'er, she glanced sideways at the woman.

The woman looked at her too, her water-colored eyes clear and bright, with the coldness of talking.

Such a familiar look.

Although Wen Xiaomiao had only seen her twice, although she was still covering her face now, Wen Xiaomiao still recognized her at once, she was Qin Feiyan.

Wen Xiaomiao didn't stop, she forced herself to leave, she felt that her heart was a little sour.

She understood that she should believe Cheng Mu'an, and there was still a Gu Haojun in the house.

She guessed that Qin Feiyan should have come for Qin Yaozong's affairs, but she still couldn't stop imagining the situation when they met.

Will Cheng Muan be surprised to see Qin Feiyan, will he feel distressed, will Qin Feiyan throw himself into Cheng Muan's arms, will Cheng Muan be willing to push it away, if Qin Feiyan begs hard, will Cheng Muan be shaken, after all, Qin Feiyan saved Cheng Muan regardless of the safety of the family, and even Cheng Muan will marry her.

Wen Xiaomiao felt that her heart was a mess, put the poem in her arms and took it out again, and then put it back in, over and over again.

Ping'er saw that Wen Xiaomiao was a little wrong, and asked, "Third lady, do you have something on your mind?" ”

"No, Ping'er, you go back to sleep first, don't wait for me, I can't sleep now, I want to go to the garden." Wen Xiaomiao said.

"I'll accompany you." Ping'er said that since Wen Xiaomiao looked at the person outside the door of the study, she was wrong, and Ping'er was a little uneasy.

"No, I'm fine, you can go and rest first." Wen Xiaomiao smiled comfortingly at Ping'er.

Ping'er nodded, thought about it, and retreated.

Wen Xiaomiao meandered along a flower path paved with white stone towards the rockery, the rockery hung down the emerald green climbing vines and climbed, and the water murmured below, Wen Xiaomiao sat on the fence of the curved corridor, leaning on the log pillar, looking at the begonia and peach in a daze.

After pondering for a long time, she found a bunch of reasons for herself, but she was still uncomfortable in her heart.

Wen Xiaomiao felt hot and irritable, so she simply jumped over the railing, sat next to the rockery, and felt better with the water.

Maybe after getting married, you won't be able to suffer from gains and losses like this.