"Sister Zhenzhen's hand, do you really think you can fool everyone?"

"Huh?" Wen Zhen's expression was slightly silly.

"The old ancestor won't take a fancy to you," Wen Jinchun said lightly, "Maybe he was angry for a while and pointed out to you, whether it was to make steamed buns or bird's nest, it wouldn't last long." You go to great lengths to tease everyone for this, but in the end, you are the one who suffers. ”

"My sister is so smart," Wen Zhen said sincerely, "You guessed well, the old ancestor actually didn't teach me anything, and he still had to ask me to bear this pot." ”

She opened her arms in frustration, "I need comfort, come and hug Ha." ”

At such times, the more you tell the truth, the less people believe it.

Wen Jinchun smiled, he was still polite, and then turned around and left.

But the maid who had been silently following her left a word far away.

"Mud, don't think you can hold on to the wall!"

Wen Zhen withdrew his arm and closed the door with his hand, the two maids who were still there just now didn't know where to go in the blink of an eye, Wen Zhen didn't pay attention to it, and went back to make up for sleep, and the time after that was really clean, so clean that no one paid attention to it again, but Wen Zhen woke up at dusk, simply fried a few dishes, found pen and ink, wrote a few big characters and pasted them on the lid of the pot and hung them on the wall.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came to the next wall, and seemed to curse indignantly, and after a while, the spring flowers on the wall trembled, and a brown jar emerged.

Three or four of the jars fell, Wen Zhen took it and put it aside, smelled it, looked at her strangely, and said, "What do you want wine and oil for?" ”

"Stir-fry."

"Tricksters."

"I said, old man, you are the last generation of the Wen family, you must feel very sorry for your Wen family's property and children, right?"

"If they don't die, my heart hurts every day!" Wen Zhiwei frowned at her, "What are you asking for?" Quirky and weird. ”

"If you don't eat again, it's going to be cold!" Wen Zhen knocked on the bowl.

"Dead girl, what to knock, if you are in the palace, the chopsticks dare to touch the bowl, let alone a whip."

"I'm not going to the palace again." Wen Zhenhe, she is not interested in the old man's secret skills, and she is not interested in the Wen family, it is best not to be peaceful tonight, she has something to do!

"It's a little lighter today."

"You are fat like this, high blood pressure and high blood lipids are indispensable, and you can't be heavy on oil and salt. Of course, throw it away if you don't want to eat it. You can't force it. ”

Smelling the smell and snorting, the chopsticks were like the wind, and occasionally glanced at her.

The girl in front of her, like a snow ball, her figure and facial features are petite, but her pupils are larger than ordinary people, and her eyes are black and moist, turning to the side to shine, her lips are slightly thicker, and she pouts slightly, and she seems to be coquettish when she is not smiling.

He sighed silently in his heart, what a contradictory person.

He is an imperial chef, a master of cooking, but he rarely eats his own dishes, he has been cooking and waiting for others all his life, and when he returns home, his family only wants to touch more and better things from him, and no one has ever cared about what he likes to eat and what he can eat.

In the end, it was a little woman who had bad intentions towards the Wen family, knowing that he couldn't be heavy salt.

It wasn't until he was about to put aside his chopsticks that he said vaguely: "You girl, you have a honey belly sword, you hide a knife in your smile, and you are so cold and ruthless to outsiders." ”

"Old man, if you don't leave after eating, do you want to help me wash the dishes?" Wen Zhen smiled, as if he was praising her when he smelled it.

Smelling the smell of chopsticks, he stood up, the red flowers on his sideburns trembled slightly, and his bear-like body reached the wall in the blink of an eye.

The spring flowers shook violently.

The old man's urn sounded over the wall.

"Don't toss too hard, ah."

The old man said inexplicably, Wen Zhen naturally didn't care, put away the dishes and chopsticks, and after doing the work that should be done, he oiled the door shaft of the courtyard door, pulled out the door bolt, washed and slept early, and then woke up on time when the night was darkest.

The entire Wen family compound has fallen silent, and the sound of the night patrol in the distance is faintly heard, which cannot break the thick darkness of the night.

Wen Zhen got dressed, did not light the lamp, walked into the courtyard, attached to the courtyard gate, and after a while, he heard rustling footsteps outside the courtyard gate.

Wen Zhen put his ear on the door, and then heard someone whispering outside the door: "This is it." ”

Someone else: "Shhhh

Wen Zhen smiled slowly.

………………………………………………………

Zhang Qi stood outside the courtyard gate of Moyuan, looking at the golden copper ring on the red lacquered door, listening to the silence all around, for some reason, his heart was always beating fast.

You shouldn't be so nervous, what you're going to do tonight is going to kill you - someone broke into the lady's boudoir at night, and if you catch it, you will be killed.

But it doesn't matter if he says it's okay, because he has enough backers to keep him safe, and the other party who wants to do it is a helpless and broken relative.

The task is very simple, that is, to break in, scare the girl and shout for help, and then naturally someone "comes to save people", and he can slip away while he is in chaos.

The most important task was carried out by the people behind, and he vaguely heard that Miss Thirteen had arranged to pretend to save people first, and then take advantage of the chaos to let the girl hurt her hand without a trace, and by the way, alarm the next door, if you can find an excuse to move the ancestor, or find an opportunity to go into the ancestor's house to have a look, it would be better.

Even if there is no "Yi Yi Yao Shu", the secrets of the Wen family's generations of serving the records of the royal family are difficult to change.

The reason why he didn't let him take action and directly abolished the girl, but tossed out two groups of people, just didn't want to make a big deal, after all, Wen Zhenzhen was invaded and injured in his room, and Wen Zhenzhen accidentally injured himself, this nature is not the same thing.

If you do a good job, you can also have a good reputation for fighting and saving people.

However, to deal with a foreign woman who is powerless and has no one to protect, Zhang Qi feels that it is a bit redundant to be so cautious.

The entire Wen family is eyeing this place of Mo Garden, it's not that no one has ever thought about it, it's just that the ancestors have accumulated prestige for many years, and the head of the family has an unclear attitude, and everyone is afraid that they will be caught by others, but they restrain each other.

Miss Thirteen is a ruthless person.

is also a prudent person, one thing, divided into several groups of people to do, he, the son of the old mother who looks at the yard, is unfamiliar in the compound, so he will come to fight first.

The task was easy and the pay was good, Zhang Qi was a little inexplicably apprehensive, and gradually settled down, he pushed the door, and the courtyard door was really unlocked.

Zhang Qi naturally thought that this was the maid who did the internal response to leave the door, and when he pushed the door in without a sound, he secretly praised the maid in his heart for being careful, and actually remembered to oil the door shaft.

When he entered the door, Zhang Qi paused. For no reason, he felt that his heart was beating a little fast, and his body seemed to be slightly warm, and it seemed that there was a surge of heat in his body, which made his hands and feet tremble a little, but he touched his forehead, and there was no fever.

Is it nervousness? Zhang Qi himself thought it was funny, and thought as he entered the door, dealing with a little girl, as for it.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Qi sniffled.

What does this yard smell like?

I can't tell whether the fragrance is still smelly, it seems to be a little mellow wine smell, and it seems to be a little oily, and it is full of flowers and trees in the courtyard, and the wind of this spring night is fumigated to be lush.

Zhang Qi was a little stunned, subconsciously walked a few steps into the courtyard, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, Huo Ran looked back.

I saw behind her, in front of the courtyard gate, I don't know when there was a petite shadow, I don't know what to hold in my hand, the moonlight slanted over the high wall, reflected on half of her face, red lips and white teeth, delicate and lovely......

Then the delicate little girl suddenly smiled at him.

The smile is still delicate, slightly revealing the tips of the jade beads, shining under the moonlight, echoing the sparkling waves in the eyes, reminiscent of the clear water droplets on the new lotus after the rain.

However, the clear smile in his eyes was dark and bright, inexplicably reminding him of some animal known for its cunning.

The thought was just a flash in my mind.

There was a click, and the little girl raised her hand and fastened the latch.

Zhang Qi: "......"

Before he could react, the little girl raised her hand again, and Zhang Qi only saw a black shadow whistling down, and the wind in his ears tightened, and then there was a muffled bang, and the heavenly spirit cover was in pain, and there seemed to be a star flower exploding on the skull.

He fell limply.

The moment he fell, he vaguely saw that the little girl threw down the bloodstained stick in her hand, and a fire fold in her hand shook in the wind, and the fire burst out, and the little girl threw the fire fold into the flowers.

A series of actions flowed smoothly.

With a bang, the flames instantly rose half a foot high.

Zhang Qi fainted completely.

The moment he fainted, a sentence rolled through his heart.

Miss Thirteen is going to be unlucky!