As soon as the front foot stepped into the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she heard the sound of a carriage behind her, and then her father's voice came.

"Miss......"

"Shhh

The man in a crimson robe on the left, needless to say, she recognized it at a glance, it was her father, but the man in the white robe on the right only showed half of his side face due to the distance, and his face looked a little blurred.

Just felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, frowned, Wen Xian'an stretched his neck, probed carefully, and saw that the man slowly turned around, and that face was Gu Zhanling.

Wen Xian'an was taken aback, why was he here?

Put your hand to your ear, except for the flowing water near the rockery, you can't hear anything, you can only see the two mouths open and closed, but from the facial expressions of the two, the content of this conversation seems pleasant.

Standing behind the rockery for a long time, Wen Xian'an covered his arm, stretched out his hand and waved, surrounded by some small flying insects, biting his body hard, making people feel very bored.

The two of them stopped for a long time, Wen Xian'an didn't go out, didn't hide, his body was a little untenable, and his light spirit was not much better, his white and tender arms were all red spots, and he gritted his teeth and held on without saying a word.

As soon as she turned around again, Gu Zhanling's figure was gone, leaving only her father alone, not knowing what she was doing in a daze.

stroked the hem of her skirt, and heard her father say, "Come out, what are you still hiding?" ”

Wen Xian'an's face was shocked, he hung his head slightly, and walked out from behind the rockery with his face bag, and the light spirit on the side hurriedly said: "The slave has seen the master." ”

Wen Cheng nodded, with a cold face, without speaking, and stepped aside with some fear.

Seeing her father's serious expression, Wen Xian'an smiled, stretched out her finger and gently hooked her father's arm, and said coquettishly: "Daddy is really good eyesight, he knows it from so far away." ”

Wen Cheng sighed softly, with a hint of love on his face, and pointed to Wen Xian'an's skirt a little helplessly, and said slowly: "If you don't want me to find out, hide your clothes, and the attraction will not be reduced from afar." ”

What a mistake! glanced at his dress, the skirt was ruffles, a little too large, curly hanging at his side, just hooked by the branch on his side, but he didn't pay attention.

Wen Xian'an smiled awkwardly, suddenly remembered Gu Zhanling, and asked curiously, "Daddy, it was King Xian who I saw just now." ”

Wen Cheng nodded leisurely,

"You've got a good look."

Wen Xian smiled, became more and more curious, and then asked: "Seeing that Daddy and King Xian were talking very happily, I don't know what they were talking about?" ”

Wen Cheng moved his body and walked forward slowly, Wen Xian'an followed closely by his side, Wen Cheng glanced at Wen Xian'an with slanted eyes, smiled heartily, and said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I happened to meet King Xian after the next dynasty, so I chatted briefly." ”

The words were vague, obviously there was something in the words, Wen Xian'an's expression tightened, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously said: "Now the situation in the court must have been heard by my father, so in my father's heart, is it more inclined to His Royal Highness the Prince, or the virtuous king?" ”

Wen Cheng's face sank, he stopped, his pupils changed suddenly, his eyes were unclear, and he said in a cold tone: "Xian'an, you don't need to worry much about the affairs of your daughter's court, go back to the room quickly!" ”

Wen Xian'an opened his mouth, and saw that Wen Cheng's face was slightly unhappy, and his lips were tightly closed, knowing that even if he asked, he would not get an answer, so he thought about it and held it back.

"Daddy pays attention to maintenance, and his daughter retires first."

Wen Cheng didn't say anything, Wen Xian'an walked a few steps, turned around slowly, and saw her father standing in place, frowning lightly, looking at it lightly, and asked worriedly: "Miss, do you want to go back and have a look." ”

Wen Xian'an shook his head and slowly spit out a few words,

"That's it, it's getting a little cold, it's time to go back to the house."

The sun hung halfway down his waist, shining with golden light, lightly touched the fine sweat on his forehead, and looked suspicious, where is the weather cold?

Back in the courtyard, Wen Xian'an was silent, and the light spirit on the side was in his eyes, so he could only be in a hurry, peeled a plate of oranges and put it in front of Wen Xian'an, and said, "Miss, you taste it." ”

"Leave it at that, I don't have much appetite."

Wen Xian'an raised his eyelids and glanced lightly, waved his hand, and stared at the scroll in his hand again, but he didn't read a single word in the book.

Qingling was a little flustered, and continued: "Miss, since you returned to the house, your spirit has been weak, and you look worried, which is really worrying. ”

Wen Xian'an put down the scroll in her hand, smiled helplessly, and looked light and agile in a blink of an eye, with a pair of big watery eyes, she almost squeezed out a few tears, she couldn't see the beauty crying.

Picked up a small half of the orange on the plate, gently put it into his mouth, smiled, and comforted: "Look, isn't this okay?" ”

Qingling was overjoyed, Wen Xian'an lay half on the table, and when she thought of the morning, she felt a headache, and her father didn't say it, maybe he didn't want her to worry.

Thinking about it like this, I was instantly relieved, and my eyes glanced at the bookcase on the table, and I was suddenly attracted by two words - "celebration".

Wen Xian'an had a flash of inspiration in her mind, if she thought about it like this, since her Ruyi Hall opened for so long, she had never held any celebrations, and now that she worshiped the master, she would hold a celebration banquet anyway.

It's just a separate celebration banquet, which inevitably seems too boring, propping himself up, supporting his head with his right hand, he can't think of a way, so he turned to look at the light spirit of the one, and asked: "This is an event held by our Ruyi Hall, what do you think?" ”

Qingling stretched out his hand and scratched his head, his face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "Miss, you also know that Qingling has never read many books. ”

"It's okay, it's just a casual conversation."

Qingling bit her lip, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, she looked at Wen Xian'an with a happy face, and said: "Miss, although Qingling is shallow in learning, she saw that there was a porridge shop on Chengxi Street, and she was in charge of an old lady, who provided free disaster relief every day, distributed rice porridge and steamed buns to some poor families, and surrounded many people every day. ”

Hearing Qingling say this, Wen Xian'an instantly came to inspiration, reached out and snapped his fingers, smiled slightly, and winked at Qingling.

"There it is!"