Cheng Muan gently wiped the corners of Wen Xiaomiao's mouth with a handkerchief.

"Third lady, people are drunk and vomit when they see the wind, why do you drink porridge and vomit when you see the wind? Ping'er herself is straightforward, and Wen Xiaomiao has no shelf at all, what does she say, what she wants.

Wen Xiaomiao lay softly in Cheng Mu'an's arms, panting heavily, thinking to herself that the ingredients for breakfast were not fresh?

Cheng Muan suddenly felt as if a strange thought flashed in his heart, but it flashed so fast that he didn't have time to think about it carefully, and he didn't even have time to catch it before it disappeared.

"Let's go back to the house and rest." Cheng Mu'an said softly in Wen Xiaomiao's ear.

"Hmm." Wen Xiaomiao left Cheng Mu'an's comfortable and wide embrace, stood up straight, and planned to go back and lie down for a while.

Cheng Muan stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Wen Xiaomiao's fragrant shoulder, and hugged her horizontally with the other hand, Wen Xiaomiao exclaimed in a low voice.

"Brother An, I can go by myself." Wen Xiaomiao said anxiously, twisting to come down, this maid and the family members are all watching.

"Don't move, if you move again, I'll kiss you." Cheng Muan: This is a clear threat.

Wen Xiaomiao really didn't dare to move, she buried her face deep in Cheng Mu'an's arms, it's really embarrassing, it's not a serious illness that can't walk, Cheng Mu'an made too much fuss, and let her see people.

Cheng Mu'an looked down at the lovely person in his arms, and gently tugged at the front of his shirt, looking very attached, and he suddenly felt in a good mood.

Back at Wen Xiaomiao's residence, Cheng Muan put Wen Xiaomiao down, and Ping'er wanted to take off Wen Xiaomiao's coat.

Cheng Muan just stood there and watched, as if he didn't mean to avoid it at all.

Wen Xiaomiao looked at Cheng Mu'an with a red face, and said, "Brother An, I have nothing to do, you can go and get busy." ”

Cheng Mu'an raised his eyebrows slightly, this girl was driving him away.

Instead of leaving, he took two steps forward and said to Ping'er, "Now go to my study and bring the blue-covered book on the top left side of the table." ”

"The slave obeys." Ping'er stepped back.

Only Wen Xiaomiao and Cheng Muan were left in the house.

Cheng Mu'an slowly approached Wen Xiaomiao, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Wen Xiaomiao subconsciously protected his hands in front of him.

"Brother An, I'll do it myself." Wen Xiaomiao saw what Cheng Mu'an wanted to do, and she did it that day in the dark, but it was really not good in broad daylight, she took off her coat and skirt quickly, and quickly got into the thin quilt with blue flowers, and even buried her head in the quilt.

Wen Xiaomiao felt Cheng Mu'an approaching the bed, stayed for a while, and then sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Miao Miao, do I need to find you a Lang Zhong to take a look?" Cheng Muan asked with concern.

"No, I don't feel sick right now." Wen Xiaomiao's muffled voice came from the quilt.

"Okay, then you can rest." Cheng Mu'an stopped talking.

Wen Xiaomiao waited for a while, Cheng Mu'an didn't leave, no matter how afraid she was of the cold, it was not comfortable to be covered in the quilt on this hot day, plus she was embarrassed, and her little nose was oozing sweat.

When Ping'er came back, she saw Cheng Mu'an leaning on the bedside railing leisurely, with her legs crossed on the edge of the bed, but Wen Xiaomiao was gone.

Ping'er held back her music and presented the book to Cheng Mu'an with both hands, "Third son, is this the book?" ”

Cheng Muan took it and said, "You step back first, wait outside the door, you can report anything at any time." ”

"Yes, the slave and maid are gone." Ping'er exited the door, closed the door, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker.

Cheng Mu sat there quietly, glancing at Wen Xiaomiao from time to time, he wanted to read the book of soldiers, but somehow he couldn't calm down.

Wen Xiaomiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she slowly lifted the quilt and gradually exposed her nose and mouth.

"Uncomfortable?" Cheng Mu'an's voice came from overhead.

Wen Xiaomiao was so frightened that she almost had to retract again, Cheng Muan pulled the quilt and completely exposed Wen Xiaomiao's little head.

"Did something happen between us that day?" Cheng Muan reached out and touched Wen Xiaomiao's black hair.

"Nope." Wen Xiaomiao simply vetoed it.

"Answered so quickly, do you know what day I'm talking about?" Cheng Muan asked.

"It's the same on any day." Wen Xiaomiao said calmly, anyway, her face was already red, and she was not afraid of being red again.

"Well, is it still uncomfortable?" Cheng Muan spared Wen Xiaomiao's hair twice in his hand, soft and smooth.

"Well, there's nothing left, that's weird." Wen Xiaomiao said.

"Let's not sleep for a while." Cheng Muan suggested.

"What about you?" Wen Xiaomiao raised her face and looked at Cheng Mu'an, she blurted out, and regretted it after asking, isn't she thick-skinned.

"I'm here, anyway, I'm idle today, I'll accompany you by reading a book, and we'll go with her when my mother is resting." Cheng Muan was also reluctant to leave Wen Xiaomiao, this girl had grown meat, and she was soft in her arms, which was really comfortable.

"Oh, okay." Wen Xiaomiao was very happy in her heart.

Cheng Mu'an didn't speak, occasionally turning a page of the book, and the room was quiet.

Wen Xiaomiao was stroked by Cheng Mu'an's hair, touching her head strangely and comfortably, although it was still morning, the atmosphere was like a pleasant afternoon, and Wen Xiaomiao fell asleep unconsciously.

Cheng Mu'an put the book aside, leaned on Wen Xiaomiao and lay down, looking at her sleeping face, beautiful and serene.

She always brought him peace of mind, just like now.

Cheng Muan held Wen Xiaomiao's hand and slowly closed his eyes.

Cheng Mu'an squinted for a while, and heard someone outside the house walking over.

Cheng Muan turned over and stood up, took the book in his hand, and walked to the door.

Before Ping'er knocked on the door, Cheng Muan pushed the door open from the inside.

"Lord Cheng, the emperor is invited." The person who came was a guard with a sword in front of the emperor.

"This lord, Cheng has asked for leave today, is the emperor in any hurry?" Cheng Muan tightened the door and turned around and asked.

"Lord Cheng," the visitor knew in his heart, the person in front of him had a very good relationship with the current emperor, and said: "Don't you know that Lord Cheng is the former crown prince?" ”

Cheng Mu'an's face was calm, but he was shocked in his heart, the crown prince Liu Kuo became the emperor?

This was too sudden, Cheng Muan hadn't heard him say it before, and he hadn't seen him mention any plans or preparations, nor did he see anything abnormal, so how could he say that he would ascend the throne.

The former emperor has not shown any signs of passing on the throne before, or was the former emperor forced to do so?

A few days ago, Liu Kuo also sent a large number of people to renovate the back garden of the prince's mansion with great fanfare.

Is it a strategy to attack the west?

Cheng Mu'an felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of this.

"This lord, have you seen Gu Haojun Gu?" Cheng Muan asked.

"Lord Gu is still with the emperor." The guard with the knife replied respectfully.

Cheng Mu'an thought for a while and said to Ping'er: "I'll go to the palace first, and when the third lady wakes up, let her watch the arrangements for the affairs at home, and don't have to wait for me at night." ”

"Yes, the slave knows the way." Ping'er responded.

Cheng Muan handed the book to Ping'er, "Put the book back where it was." ”

"Yes." Ping'er took it with both hands.

"Your Excellency, please." Cheng Mu'an made a gesture of invitation to the guards with knives.

It was already past the time of the early dynasty, and Cheng Muan simply went to the palace in civilian clothes.

Wen Xiaomiao woke up, her side was empty, she sat up and looked at the room, Cheng Muan was gone. "Ping'er?" Wen Xiaomiao got up and got dressed.

"Third lady," Ping'er opened the door and walked in, "the third prince has been called to the palace, and he can't come back at night." ”

"Brother An is really busy, I asked for leave or was called away, and tonight's reception banquet will not be completed." Wen Xiaomiao shook her head.

"Just now, I sounded like the crown prince became the emperor." Ping'er looked mysterious.

"Huh? It's true? Wen Xiaomiao also felt a little surprised, I saw the emperor during the banquet, and he looked very tough, so he said that he would retreat.

Wen Xiaomiao was dressed neatly and walked out of the house, not knowing if Mrs. Chen was still resting, she decided to go and have a look first.

"Ping'er, you go and call Steward Wang to the main hall, I have something to do with him." Wen Xiaomiao commanded.

Ping'er hurried away.

Wen Xiaomiao sent someone to see Mrs. Chen, but before she got up, Wen Xiaomiao sat in the main hall, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

After a while, Ping'er came over with Steward Wang.

"Third lady, what are your orders?" Steward Wang asked.

"Steward Wang, I want to trouble you with something." Wen Xiaomiao said.

"Third lady, just say it." Steward Wang is a middle-aged man who is not smiling, and he is very majestic in Wen Xiaomiao's eyes.

"Please send someone to see if there is still a vacant place in Yipinlou tonight, Brother An will not come back for dinner tonight, I want to take my mother there in the evening." Wen Xiaomiao still admires the deliciousness of Yipinlou very much.

"Yes, let's do it, is there anything else?" Steward Wang asked.

"Well, no, you go get busy." Wen Xiaomiao thought about it and shook her head.

"Ping'er, you go to the kitchen and ask, if you are preparing lunch, don't use the ingredients used in the morning, I don't feel comfortable eating." Wen Xiaomiao said.

"Yes." Ping'er also retreated.

The maid poured Wen Xiaomiao a cup of flower tea and stepped aside.

Wen Xiaomiao took a sip, wondering, why there was a strange smell in the tea.

"You can soak me some more Zhengshan seeds." Wen Xiaomiao said to the maid, she usually drank this with Cheng Mu'an, and she liked the taste very much, she wanted to know what was wrong with Lu Dao, whether it was her people, or water, or other reasons.

The maid quickly soaked the Zhengshan small seed, and Wen Xiaomiao took a sip, still with a strange taste.

"Where is the water used in the house?" Wen Xiaomiao asked.

"In the well in the backyard, it's always been." The maid replied.

"You go to Steward Wang and ask him to check the well in the backyard, why do I feel a strange smell." Wen Xiaomiao frowned.

"Yes, slave and maid obey." The maid also retreated.

Wen Xiaomiao sat alone in the spacious main hall, holding her chin, thinking about everything, and somehow remembered that this month's Kwai Shui had not come for many days.

Wen Xiaomiao broke out in a cold sweat.