I didn't have much dinner tonight, and after going to the yamen, Zhu Huan called Huo Yixiao and used a bowl of noodles in a shop not far from the yamen.

In Huo Yixiao's view, Zhu Huan is very particular about weekdays, and rarely compromises in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Zhu Huan is eating outside, and almost all of them are taverns with names in Beijing, but he will not set foot in street stalls.

Today was abnormal, Zhu Huan took the initiative to sit on the bench at the table, and also greeted his personal entourage and hidden thunder.

The four of them gathered around a square table, which was more upright than a horse hanging.

Zhu Huan didn't explain, Huo Yixiao naturally wouldn't ask him, anyway, he didn't pay as much attention to Zhu Huan.

Four bowls of hot noodle soup, in this already summer night, the people who really eat it sweat on their foreheads.

Zhu Huan used it slowly and methodically.

Hidden Thunder's bowl is almost at the bottom, and Zhu Huan's is still half.

Maybe you can't get used to it?

Yin Lei secretly guessed, and when he looked again, he found that it was not Zhu Huan who was picky, but absent-minded.

Zhu Huan's mind seemed to be on the table next door.

There were two young men sitting next door, in their early teens, who seemed to be two brothers, sharing a bowl of noodles, with their heads together, talking about interesting things in the neighborhood.

A bowl of noodles, they ate a pot of good wine and four or five plates of snacks, and they were very happy.

Yin Lei looked at Huo Yixiao again.

Don't look at Huo Yixiao's use of it quickly, but Yin Lei can see that his master's mind is not here.

The two people who put their minds on other places used it, Zhu Huan returned to the palace, and Huo Yixiao returned to Xihua Hutong.

After the Zhengzheng, Xihua Hutong was very quiet.

The houses in this area have their own owners, but almost all of them are tuned, and few people live in them.

During the day, it is not very popular, and at night, there is very little light from candles and lanterns.

This is also the reason why Huo Yixiao often comes and goes here.

Quiet, not eye-catching.

Huo Yixiao has good night vision and is familiar with the way, so he paused outside his house.

Hidden Ray opened the door.

What greeted Huo Yixiao was not darkness, but oil lights.

The flower hall was lit up, and the light came out of it, faint, but compared with the darkness of this area, it was very dazzling.

Yin Lei paused and said to Huo Yixiao: "Master, is Miss Wen here?" ”

Huo Yixiao didn't answer, and walked straight to the flower hall.

There was no one inside, and the oil lamp was on the table.

Because it is the structure of the Mandarin Duck Hall, you can't see the opposite side on this side.

There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and then the curtain was lifted, and the old lady leaned out from inside, and Chong Huo blessed her body.

Since the old lady is here, then who lit this lamp, you can know it when you think about it.

Huo Yixiao asked, "What about Wen Yan?" ”

The old lady didn't speak, but raised her hand and pointed behind her.

Huo Yixiao frowned slightly, not knowing what tricks the little fox was doing.

The old lady gave way to him, and Huo Yixiao went around to the north side of the flower hall, and at a glance, there was still no Wen Yan.

Looking at it again, outside the north gate of the flower hall, a bamboo rocking chair was placed.

Huo Yixiao remembered that the rocking chair was originally placed in the corner of the flower hall, but it was moved at this time.

On the side of the rocking chair, there is also a small pestle with a puff fan on the pistle.

Huo Yixiao walked to the rocking chair, glanced at the person who fell asleep in the rocking chair, and couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, what kind of cat it is, what kind of owner it is.

Ebony lay on the stone bridge to watch the carp, Wen Yan lay on the rocking chair and watched the cat, tired of seeing, closed her eyes and fell asleep, and there was a year-old girl on the side who shook the fan for her, which really made the "enjoyment" to the extreme.

Huo Yixiao didn't wake up Wen Yan, sat down on the pestle, and played with the pu fan in his hand.

In the night wind, there were bursts of insects, and this sound not only did not break the silence of the night, but became quieter and quieter.

Not lifeless, but the stillness of an early summer night.

Huo Yixiao suddenly remembered when he was a child.

He may only be four or five years old, and with Huo Yixuan and other brothers, a few boys squatted in the grass for most of the hour.

If they want to catch the gnats, they have to catch them themselves, and it is not uncommon for the little guys to catch them.

He also remembered Huo Huaiding, the eldest uncle looked like a serious official, and he would keep a straight face when he took care of his son and nephew, but he had a good craft - weaving grasshoppers with bamboo leaves.

Small and lifelike.

At that time, he was young and his parents were dead, so Huo Yixiao regarded Huo Huaiding as his father.

He was still thinking about those old things, but Wen Yan on the rocking chair woke up.

Sleepy-eyed and confused, her white fingers scratched her forehead.

Huo Yixiao woke up from his memories and squinted at Wen Yan.

There is a small red mark on his forehead.

Huo Yixiao clenched the pu fan.

Oh, it turns out that it's not a fan to get rid of the heat, it's to chase the insects.

Wen Yan was only stunned for a moment, and she smiled at Huo Yixiao with bent eyes.

Huo Yixiao asked, "What time is it?" ”

Wen Yan glanced at the sky.

The moonlight was blocked by the clouds, and it was difficult to find even a few stars, so it was difficult to judge by them.

She could only estimate: "Should it be the beginning of the morning?" ”

Huo Yixiao said: "It's almost the second shift." ”

Wen Yan blinked.

It's not the beginning of the year, it's almost the second shift, this is a meaning, Huo Yixiao emphasized it so much, probably because he wanted to say that it was very late.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yixiao asked again: "Is this Xihua Hutong or Yanzi Hutong?" ”

Wen Yan was dissipated by the confusion caused by drowsiness, and immediately understood what Huo Yixiao meant.

Sure enough, Huo Yixiao stood up and walked into the flower hall while saying, "Do inappropriate things at inappropriate times." ”

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing, got up and followed: "I thought I had done a lot of this kind of thing." ”

Huo Yixiao: "......"

Yes.

Countless have indeed been done.

And most of it was done with him.

For example, the third watch climbed over the wall to drug people, such as rushing out to fight at night.

Huo Yixiao thought of the bowl of noodle soup tonight.

It's hot, and people are sweating profusely when they eat, which is obviously not suitable for this season.

Just like when he was in Lin'an, Wen Yan was reluctant to eat cold snacks and wanted to eat mixed Sichuan.

Although it is a hot food, it is not as good as a bowl of steaming Katagawa.

On the anachronism, it was messed up from the beginning.

Of course, when you can break it, you still have to break it.

"I'll send you back to Yanzi Hutong first," Huo Yixiao said, "I can't just doze off under the porch." ”

Wen Yan responded.

She was also waiting for Huo Yixiao here for Fang Qichuan's visit, not really wanting to sleep in the open air for one night, but she didn't expect Huo Yixiao to come back so late.

Ebony said goodbye to the red carp and got into the carriage.

Wen Yan also sat down, took two sips with the drink, and talked to Huo Yixiao about Fang Qichuan.

"Ruan Mengcheng is nowhere to be found," Wen Yan said, "I now want to know how the hairpin that Master Fang sold was found back."

The other party had to know that Master Fang had done this, and he had to know what he had handled and where he had sold it.

In my opinion, the Second Highness probably didn't know so much about it at the beginning. ”