Wen Yan was telling the old lady to go to warm the wine, and when she saw Huo Yixiao coming in, she smiled at him.

"These bamboo shoots and wild vegetables were dug from the mountains just yesterday," Wen Yan said, "Last night, Mama Wu fried a plate of bamboo shoots, which were extremely delicious." I heard that when my grandmother was young, she liked to eat bamboo shoots the most, but she didn't eat a bite yesterday. ”

Huo Yixiao casually answered: "Why? ”

"Bamboo shoots are not good for the stomach," Wen Yan said, "Grandmother pays attention to health, she damaged her stomach when she was young, and now she likes it anymore, and she won't taste it, I'm afraid that she won't be able to stop after tasting it." ”

Huo Yixiao smiled.

"It's wild vegetable soup, she drank a bowl, saying that it was so fresh that her tongue fell off," Wen Yan said again, "Today I asked Mama Wu to cook another bowl of soup, and Xiao Ye also tasted it." ”

Huo Yixiao's eyes fell on the soup on the table, and he responded with a "good".

Wen Yan scooped a bowl for him.

She had a lot of small words, and Huo Yixiao didn't respond with many words, but Wen Yan was very adaptable to such a rhythm.

There are backs and forths, all of which are daily trivialities.

Concubine Huo once said that people are very knowledgeable when they get along with others.

Some people only have big things between them, and when the one, two, three, and four columns are finished, there is only silence left.

And among some people, fine crushed tea, rice, oil and salt can be said for a long time.

The former is an alliance, while the latter is a relative.

Wen Yan thought at that time that between her and Huo Yixiao, it was not only an alliance, but also a relative.

She has to be able to speak clearly and be able to say "nonsense".

She just got along with Huo Yixiao little by little, relying on time and care to promote progress.

In her last life, she succeeded.

In this life, everything has come back to the beginning, but she has a lot of experience.

The old lady brought in the wine, and then withdrew.

Wen Yan poured a lamp for Huo Yixiao.

Huo Yixiao raised his eyebrows: "It's spring, the weather is getting warmer, do you still have to eat warm wine?" ”

"Cold wine hurts the body, especially the stomach, so in order to let you still eat fried bamboo shoots when my grandmother is my age, it is better to warm wine." Wen Yan said.

Huo Yixiao said "heh", he didn't have such a love for bamboo shoots.

Wen Yan also added a lamp to himself: "Besides, I will also drink two sips." ”

Huo Yixiao paused as he lifted the cup, and his gaze fell on Wen Yan.

He didn't smell blood.

"You ......" he moved his lips, a little unsure of how to ask, and simply took a sip of wine.

The little fox has no face and no skin, he doesn't have that skill.

Wen Yan understood what he meant, and said directly: "Xiao Ri is gone." ”

The first few months of the girl's menarche were not very stable, and the timing was uncertain.

Wen Yan didn't mind explaining to Huo Yixiao, but she was afraid of wasting the dishes on this table.

Wait a minute, Huo Yixiao couldn't listen to it, put down his chopsticks and left, and the dish was all cold.

Huo Yixiao almost choked on wine, pressed his eyebrows, and he simply changed the topic: "Yin Lei sent someone to follow Wanyang for four days, and she also went out of the city to dig bamboo shoots yesterday." ”

Wen Yan said: "She is very interested, but now is indeed a good season to dig bamboo shoots and wild vegetables." Mama Wu also said that there are a lot of wild vegetables, so she eats them with dumplings with meat filling. ”

"Mama Wu went to dig it?" Huo Yixiao asked.

"How can it," Wen Yan said with a smile, "Big brother went to dig it." ”

The three brothers of the Wen family's generation, Wen Zhang and Wen Min, studied in Yuquan Academy, and when Wen Ci was still in Lin'an, he worshiped under Mr. Ling in Qingzhu Academy.

Although Mr. Ling is not as famous as Fang Daru of Yuquan Academy, he is also well-known in Lin'an City.

Wen Zifu followed him for many years when he was studying.

Therefore, when Wen Ci was enlightened, he was taught to Mr. Ling by Wen Zifu, and he read it until he entered Beijing.

Wen Ci wanted to take the imperial examination, and naturally he couldn't relax his studies after entering Beijing, so he went to the door of Mr. Ling's senior brother and Mr. Du.

Mr. Du opened a academy, and many children of official families in Beijing studied under him.

Yesterday, the old gentleman took them out of the city, climbed the heights, dug bamboo shoots and wild vegetables, let them do it, and let them use their brains, and when they came back, they had to write an article on their experience.

Wen Yan remembered that before Wen Ci handed over a basket of game to Mama Wu, he went into the study.

After Wen Zifu came back, he seemed to have commented on Wen Ci's article.

Since the county lord of Wanyang was mentioned, Huo Yixiao had no appetite, and told Yin Lei about the situation of people who had followed him in the past few days.

"The people who followed can't get close, they can only know where she went and what she did roughly," Huo Yixiao said unhurriedly, "But it's not clear what she discussed with the people around her and what she explained." ”

Wen Yan held the bowl, took a small sip of wild vegetable soup, and nodded.

This is also to be expected.

The county lord is the county lord, and it is impossible for a strange face to come to her to listen to the news.

"Hunting, horseback riding, listening to the play," Wen Yan muttered, "she's quite interesting, where did she go to the play?" ”

Huo Yixiao said: "Xiangdefang, just on the edge of North Street, we went over here, almost two quarters of an hour." ”

Wen Yan's eyes rolled, and he smiled at Huo Yixiao.

Huo Yixiao stared at her and said, "What are you thinking again?" ”

Wen Yan said: "I don't have any ideas, I just want to go to the play." It's been a long time since I've heard a Kyori drama. ”

The people of the capital love to listen to operas, no matter which one it is, they can listen to it with relish.

This is also influenced by the palace.

Empress Dowager Shen and Concubine Huo, after so many years, there are few times when they have the same thoughts.

There are only two things, the two of them are the same.

One is to assist the emperor who was still the prince to board the dragon chair, and the other is to listen to the play.

These two love opera, so for so many years, not only have there been singers in the palace, but there are also many opera troupes in the capital, and these opera troupes are looking forward to singing to become famous and sing for the nobles in the palace.

When Wen Yan was still the princess's companion, she would listen to the opera in the palace during the New Year's holidays.

It's not that she really liked it when she was young at the time, but that Empress Dowager Shen and Concubine Huo wanted to listen, and Empress Yu of the Middle Palace naturally wanted to set an example, so that the concubines and princesses could sit and listen to the play honestly.

The following year, the Empress Dowager died, and these were banned.

After the funeral, the song was started again.

Wen Yan has listened a lot, and she has also heard some tastes, especially when she married Huo Yixiao later, she often accompanied Concubine Huo, and even sang two verses to amuse Concubine Huo.

Huo Yixiao didn't tell Wen Yan how long it was "a long time", and when he saw that it was still early, he agreed.

After the meal, Ebony said goodbye to its red carp, and Yin Lei prepared a carriage and sent them to Xiangdefang.

There are several theaters here, and it is the time of day when it is lively.

Xiangdefang is about to open in a quarter of an hour, and there are constant guests at the door, Wen Yan followed Huo Yixiao to the private room.

Yin Lei whispered: "I went back and forth just now, and the county lord left half an hour ago, and he has already returned to the princess's mansion." ”

Huo Yixiao bowed his head.

Wen Yan stood by the window facing the street, frowning.