"That's all."

Wen Xian'an covered his face, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and his tone was also light, which attracted several people to look here frequently.

Because he was not in a good mood and was a little irritable when he was stared at, Wen Xian'an was ready to go out with his feet after shopping.

"Eh, this guest officer, you haven't said where to send it yet."

Wen Xian'an's eyebrows furrowed, and he was about to open his mouth to say the Prime Minister's Mansion, but after thinking about it, he still held back.

"You just leave it alone, and someone will naturally come and get it later."

"Okay."

In response, the boss watched the two go out with a smile, tiptoeing at the money bag that had just been given out lightly, and the excitement on his face was self-evident.

Losing the mind to go shopping, Wen Xian'an returned to the house in silence all the way.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and all the materials I bought before were made into clothes and sent to the house one by one, all of which were the most popular styles this year.

Prime Minister's Office.

Wen Xian'an lay on his back on the soft collapse, and gently handed the peeled grapes to Wen Xian'an's mouth.

The sun was overflowing, Wen Xian'an bit the grapes, sat up slowly from the soft couch, and stretched his waist.

A black hair poured down, casually draped over the shoulders, fair skin, melon seed face, willow eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes half-squinted, and the whole person exuded a lazy atmosphere.

Wen Xian'an rubbed his head, got up from the soft couch, and immediately supported Wen Xian'an and slowly walked to the courtyard.

The begonias in the courtyard bloom extraordinarily gorgeously, the fragrance is refreshing, the whole nerve is soothed a lot, Wen Cheng has loved her since childhood, the begonia flowers in the courtyard are planted in her fourteenth birthday, just a few years, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the flowers are full of flowers.

Wen Xian'an touched the begonia flowers, and with a slight breeze, a few petals fell on Wen Xian'an's hair, which was uniquely beautiful.

Thinking about it this way, she really hasn't seen her father's figure for a few days, and she hasn't even seen Wen Xiaoxiao and Wen Qingyue very much, but it's okay to save yourself from intrigue all day long, and she is happy.

Qingling held the cut begonia flowers, walked slowly to Wen Xian'an, smiled lightly, and said, "Miss, the vase in the room is just vacant, just to hold the begonias." ”

Wen Xian'an sat on the side of the pond, and the fish in the pond swam happily.

Slowly looking up, he saw Qingling running quickly towards the room with Haitang in his arms, Wen Xian'an shook his head, smiled, and said to the disappearing figure: "Slow down." ”

A light voice responded, and a touch of green shirt quickly disappeared.

Wen Xian'an stared at the fish in the pool, stretched out his hand and touched it gently, just touched the water, the fish was frightened, fled in all directions, hiding under the thick lotus canopy.

The water in the pool was slightly cool, and it felt slightly biting to the touch, Wen Xian'an withdrew his hand and shouted at the light spirit in the room: "Light spirit, bring some fish food." ”

Qingling wore a green shirt, held the fish food in his hand, handed it to Wen Xian'an, and turned around to do something else.

Wen Xian'an threw the fish food into the water, and many fish preyed on it, Wen Xian'an smiled, it seemed that he was hungry.

Putting the bowl behind him, Wen Xian'an got up, after being reborn, there were few people waiting in this courtyard, except for Qingling, the rest of the people were all placed elsewhere by her, Wen Xian'an didn't like to be lively, but felt a little empty, and came quietly.

There is a poplar spring tree in the courtyard, which has just started spring, and the tree has already spit out its branches and buds, and it has been drawn.

There were two scratches on the tree, and Wen Xian'an reached out to touch them, but he was a little old.

Wen Xian'an remembered that when she was five years old, a swing was set up on the tree, and the shelf fell apart, and she also fell off the swing and almost broke her appearance, and later her father ordered someone to dismantle the swing for many years.

Now that I think about it, it's nostalgic.

Since the last time Concubine Jing had her birthday, Wen Xian'an rarely went out, not because she didn't want to, but because of one word: lazy.

I was tired to death in the last life, and I didn't want to be a rice worm in this life and enjoy life, but I was a little ashamed of myself.

Noon.

The yard was free, and she didn't even bother to take care of her hair, allowing it to be scattered in the back of her mind.

Wen Xian'an sat in the chair, touching the rumbling belly with his hand, looking listless, and walked into the door with lunch lightly.

Wen Xian'an stared at the food box, her eyes were full of anticipation, she opened the food box lightly, and said with a smile: "Miss, don't worry, there is your favorite bean curd soup today." ”

Wen Xian'an stuck out her tongue, winked at Qingling, and said with a smile: "It's still my Qingling who knows me best." ”

Qingling placed the spoon on Wen Xian'an, four dishes plus a soup, Wen Xian'an nodded with satisfaction, since the last birthday, Wen Xian'an has condensed her daily meal into half, according to her reasoning: you can't eat it and waste it.

The yellow-white bean curd soup is very attractive from the outside, Wen Xian'an carefully put it out with a spoon, and can't wait to send it to the mouth, it melts in the mouth, the fragrance is rich, and there is a faint milky fragrance, which is still a familiar taste.

Qingling said while serving Wen Xian Anbucai: "I heard the housekeeper say that the master has something to delay for a few days, and the second lady is learning embroidery in the room, but the third lady has no movement." ”

Wen Xian'an carelessly picked up the rice in the bowl, no wonder she couldn't see her father these days, but she just didn't know what Wen Xiaoxiao was doing.

But it's okay, she doesn't bother to argue with her, as long as Wen Xiaoxiao doesn't act like a demon on her, other things have nothing to do with her Wen Xian'an, and she can't care about it.

After lunch, Wen Xian'an took a few steps, digested and digested, and entered the lunch break.

Light the soothing incense, gently close the mosquito net, gently exit the room, and slowly close the door.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Xian'an woke up, rubbed his worried eyes, sat up half-propped up, his throat was a little thirsty, and called softly: "Light spirit." ”

In the empty room, no one answered.

Wen Xian'an got up from the bed, walked slowly to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, a cup of tea in his stomach, the whole person was a lot more relieved, and he was sober.

Pushing open the door, Wen Xian'an walked out, the sun had not yet set, the light was a little dazzling, Wen Xian'an raised his sleeves to cover his eyes.

There was no one in the courtyard, and there was a half-light shadow.

Wen Xian'an was a little anxious, in addition to her family, Qingling could be regarded as half of her family, and she had been with her for so long, and her feelings were not shallow.

Just as he was about to go out to look for it, a light voice came from behind him: "Oh, miss, why did you come out by yourself." ”

Hearing this voice, Wen Xian'an's eyes were slightly red, and he hurriedly turned around, and saw the light spirit standing on the steps, and was looking at himself worriedly, hurriedly stepped forward, patrolled up and down, and after making sure that it was safe, Wen Xian'an breathed a sigh of relief and said coquettishly: "Where have you been?" ”