The two went out, crossed the Jiuqu Bridge, and arrived at the Lotus Pavilion.

"Seventh Sister." Wen Qinghe was very happy to see them coming, and hurriedly greeted them.

"Qinghe." Wen Qingzhu replied with a smile and followed Wen Qinghe into the pavilion.

"Seventh sister, fourteenth brother." Wen Mingqi stood beside Wen Qinghe and called them politely.

"Eighth sister, thirteenth brother." Wen Mingxuan shouted.

The four of them chatted for a few words, then sat down.

Wen Qingzhu looked at Wen Mingqi, he was still the same as he remembered, with a round face and big eyes, and a modest attitude.

Like Wen Mingxuan, he is also very smart and hard-working.

After coming back to his senses, Wen Qingzhu instructed behind him: "Jasmine, bring up the snacks." ”

"Yes." Jasmine pulled out two plates of snacks.

A plate of lotus cake, a plate of osmanthus cake.

Wen Qinghe was a little surprised: "There is still a lotus cake at this time?" ”

Wen Qingzhu replied with a smile: "This is the summer, I let the lotus flowers picked by the green pottery be ground into powder and put in the ice cellar, Ming Xuan is not in good health these days, so I made some to make him appetizing." ”

"Seventh Sister is so amazing, if only I could make pastries!" Wen Qinghe looked at the pink and soft lotus cake and was envious.

"When my grandmother's birthday is over, I will be free, and then you can come to Yanyuan, and I will teach you to do it."

"That's decided, Seventh Sister is not allowed to go back!"

A few people talked and laughed, and they were happy.

"Who allowed you to occupy the Lotus Pavilion!"

Suddenly there was a scolding from behind him.

Several people turned around at the same time, only to see Wen Qingxin crossed his waist, glaring at them angrily.

"Xin'er, don't be rude, they are your sisters and brothers." The handsome young man beside Wen Qingxin pulled her hand.

Wen Qinghe was a little nervous, and hurriedly walked out to explain: "Sister Qingxin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" We didn't know you were coming to the Lotus Pavilion today, to-"

She was going to say that we should get out of the way.

But when she looked back, Wen Qingzhu and Wen Mingxuan were also inside.

"Sister Qingxin, then let's get out of the way now?" Wen Qingzhu got up and finished her unfinished words for Wen Qinghe.

After speaking, she looked up at Wen Qinghe and her brother Wen Mingliang.

"No, no, no, they're all brothers and sisters, what's not to let go!" Wen Mingliang waved his hand, and at the same time glanced at Wen Qingxin.

Wen Qingxin curled his mouth a little dissatisfied, and muttered: "Wen Qingzhu forget it, the other two are not from our Wen family......"

"Xin'er!" Wen Mingliang snorted, "You forgot what Grandpa said!" ”

Hearing the word grandfather, Wen Qingxin trembled and hurriedly shook his head.

"Mingliang, don't scold Qingxin, she's still young." Wen Qinghe saw that they were in a tense atmosphere, and hurriedly came out to make peace.

Wen Qingxin heard this, raised his chin and said to Wen Qinghe: "I want you to take care of it!" There are many suspects in the way. ”

Wen Mingliang was a little helpless, so he simply walked in front of Wen Qingxin and said to them: "Xin'er is not sensible, the seventh sister and the eighth sister are more bearable." ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Wen Qinghe hurriedly waved his hand.

Wen Qingzhu said with a faint expression: "It's okay, do you want to come in?" ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the lotus pavilion.

Wen Mingliang saw the calligraphy on the table, and immediately replied: "Of course come in, you can just look at Mingxuan's words." ”

Seeing his brother enter, Wen Qingxin couldn't turn around and leave, so he could only follow in.

It's just that she has always looked down on the second uncle's family and tried to stay away from them as much as possible.

Therefore, Wen Qingxin sat diagonally opposite Wen Qinghe with disgust.

"Is this Ming Xuan's handwriting?" Wen Mingliang saw that the atmosphere was a little tense, so he pointed to the post and asked.

Wen Qingzhu nodded: "Yes, the sun is rare today, Qinghe invited us to come out, and we came out to write." ”

"So that's the case, today it's the light of the eighth sister." Wen Mingliang smiled at Wen Qinghe.

Wen Qinghe didn't dare to respond, and hurriedly explained: "I heard that Xuan Xuan is sick, and he doesn't like to go out, and it's not good to study at home, so I called them out." ”

"Humph!" Wen Qingxin squinted at them and snorted disdainfully.

Wen Qinghe is not good at pleasing anyone, but he actually pleases Wen Qingzhu, a motherless person.

"Xin'er!" Wen Mingliang glared at her.

Wen Qingxin flattened his mouth and ignored them anymore.

Turning her head, she asked the maid beside her, "Why hasn't the crystal cake been made yet?" Miss Ben is starving to death! ”

"The slave and maid are going to urge." The maid with the double bun hurriedly turned around, sweating profusely, and her steps were a little vain.

Wen Mingliang helped his forehead and called out to the maid: "Baixiang! ”

The maid named Baixiang turned around again in a daze.

"Brother!" Wen Qingxin pulled him to be coquettish.

"Wash the inkstone, you go and take a look, Baixiang stays here." Wen Mingliang still insisted on letting Baixiang stay.

Wen Qingxin suddenly stood up, turned his head and glared at Baixiang and said, "You little!" It's—"

"Sister Qingxin! Is the lotus cake I made not to your liking? Wen Qingzhu couldn't stand it, so he interrupted Wen Qingxin's words.

Wen Qingxin turned his head incredulously and stared at Wen Qingzhu: "This is the lotus cake you made?" ”

"I made this lotus cake and osmanthus cake, if my sister doesn't dislike it, you can try it." Wen Qingzhu nodded with a smirk.

I came here for less than half an hour, and half of the time was listening to Wen Qingxin's temper, which was really annoying.

Wen Qingxin just wanted to open his mouth to stab twice, but Wen Mingliang coughed heavily.

Wen Qingxin had to sit down sullenly.

In the past few days, grandmother has been good to Wen Qingzhu, and she doesn't dare to offend.

The most important thing is that Wen Qingzhu is the only concubine in the third room, Wen Mingxuan's own sister.

If Wen Mingxuan is developed in the future, Wen Qingzhu will naturally rely on it.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Xiyan came over with a mother-in-law.

Open the food box and present crystal cake, donkey rolling, pea yellow, poria cake, and a cup of bird's nest white fungus soup.

"Two sisters, two younger brothers, this is what I specially invited someone to come to the house to make, you can taste it, if you like it, I will send someone to send more."

Wen Mingliang politely asked them to go.

Looking at these exquisite pastries in front of him, Wen Qingzhu's eyes gradually deepened.

Crystal cake and poria cake are enough, donkey rolling and pea yellow are unique pastries in the imperial court.

"Seventh sister, why don't you eat?" Wen Qinghe reached out and pulled her sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Wen Qingzhu came back to his senses, pursed his lips and smiled: "You guys eat, I just ate a few more pieces of lotus cake, and now my stomach is full." ”

"I don't know." Wen Qingxin glanced at them with disdain.

Wen Mingliang had a headache, except for his grandfather and grandmother, no one could take care of her.

Everyone had a bowl of bird's nest white fungus soup in front of them.

Wen Qingzhu saw that everyone was eating, so he picked up the soup spoon and scooped a spoonful of bird's nest soup.

As soon as she put it in her mouth, the tip of her tongue touched the soup, and she was instantly stunned.

This bird's nest soup ......

Wen Qingzhu's face sank like water, and he raised his eyes to stare at the four plates of pastries.

"Sister, is there anything wrong with this pastry?" Wen Mingxuan noticed her strange appearance, put down the spoon and asked quietly.