Chapter Seventy-Six: It's Hard to Coax Back

"It's just Zhao Qingyan, I really don't like it." Mrs. Cheng said, the fierce light in her eyes flashed.

The old lady slowly stood up and looked down at Mrs. Cheng: "The Wen Mansion has always been able to accommodate only people who know the times, if there are people who come to make a mess of the Wen Mansion." I swear in my name that I will pack her up and throw her out of the Wen Mansion with her baggage. ”

Although she spoke unhurriedly and her eyes were soft, Mrs. Cheng still fully understood what the old lady meant, which meant that if she was more restless, then the day when she would be thrown out of the Wen Mansion would not be far away.

Mrs. Cheng's face was full of panic, and she hurriedly knelt down and said, "The daughter-in-law knows that the daughter-in-law will not do it again." If there is a repeat offense, please ask grandma to punish it. ”

The old lady seemed satisfied, nodded, and brushed away the tea with her hand.

"If my daughter-in-law is free in the future, come to my hospital to drink tea, a batch of good Biluochun has been delivered recently."

Mrs. Cheng nodded hurriedly and said, "My daughter-in-law will definitely go in person another day." ”

Hearing this, the old lady turned around and walked away, with an elegant gait.

After a long time, Mrs. Cheng raised her eyes slightly and saw the figure that was no longer in sight.

The maid next to her came over to help Mrs. Cheng, who rubbed her knees and looked at the door that had left.

She should have thought that grandma, as always, has her own ideas, and it is not so easy to be led by the nose. That's right, if grandma hadn't been ruthless, then she wouldn't have been in this position today. It seems that we have to be more restrained in the near future, and don't do anything on the bright side.

In order to comfort Zhao Qingyan, the old lady called her to her yard.

"Qingyan, you see, you've been angry with Qiao'er recently, why don't you come to live in my courtyard first?" The old lady said, looking at Zhao Qingyan on the opposite side and chewing slowly after picking up the osmanthus cake.

After Zhao Qingyan swallowed it, she looked at the old lady, who seemed to be a little bored. She sighed and said, "Grandma, you're right, I'm really angry with Wen Qiao." Lately, when I saw him, I went to bed first, and I got up late in the morning, just to avoid him. After finishing speaking, Zhao Qingyan picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The old lady motioned to the maid next to her to add water, "Grandma knows, grandma is also a person from the past, light smoke, you have suffered the grievances grandma has suffered, many times grandma understands." It's just a light smoke, you have to know that this anger should not be born for too long, otherwise it will hurt the harmony between husband and wife. ”

Hearing the old lady say this, Zhao Qingyan flattened her mouth. "I know, Grandma, but it's not something I can control. I am angry now when I see Wen Qiao, only Chen'er can make me feel better, even if I know, I will avoid him unconsciously, and it is very boring, but if I can't see him, it will be even more boring. ”

Hearing this, the old lady laughed a few times and said, "This shows that you don't want to be angry with him at all, but it's annoying to think about what happened before, right?" Zhao Qingyan listened, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"In this case, it depends on time, and when the time slowly passes, the feeling of depression in your heart will become shallower and shallower when you think about it."

Zhao Qingyan listened, frowned, and asked, "Grandma, is this really the case?" How do I feel that something is wrong with what you said. ”

The old lady frowned slightly, and the speed was so fast that Zhao Qingyan couldn't see it at all, and then she smiled and said, "Of course it's true, when did grandma lie to you?" In my opinion, you should live in my room for the first time. ”

After thinking for a while, Zhao Qingyan nodded.

Since grandma mentioned it like this, then let's do it, horizontal and vertical can make her feel better.

Wen Zichen reads poetry books every day, and Zhao Qingyan sometimes accompanies Wen Zichen to read. But many times when you look at it, you will fall asleep, and Wen Zichen's homework should have been taught by Wen Qiao, but because Zhao Qingyan is here, Wen Qiao rarely comes over, and Wen Zichen can't say anything.

Often at this time, Zhao Qingyan would encourage Wen Zichen to play, and for entertainment, Zhao Qingyan also specially asked someone to make a swing in the old lady's courtyard for Wen Zichen to rest.

When the old lady occasionally went out for a stroll, she would see Wen Zichen, holding the handle of the swing in her hand, but the book was thrown aside and ignored.

But the old lady didn't stop it, compared to Wen Zichen, who usually likes to read poetry and books, she likes Wen Zichen even more, who occasionally shows the vitality that should be at this age.

Sometimes when Wen Zichen was tired of playing, the old lady would bring him some pastries. Wen Zichen was originally cautious, but he was born twice and matured, and soon chatted well with the old lady.

The old lady saw Wen Qiao's figure again and pointed to the side room. "She's in there."

Seeing Wen Qiao's somewhat embarrassed expression, he understood that he didn't know whether to knock on the door or not, so he said, "She was still eating pastries here just now, and she probably heard your voice, and then went in again." ”

"So hiding from me, alas." Wen Qiao frowned and shook his head, then sighed lightly.

In the past few days, Wen Qiao has come to Zhao Qingyan almost whenever she has time, but Zhao Qingyan seems to have clairvoyance, and whenever he comes to the small courtyard, she will enter the room under various excuses.

When Wen Qiao mentioned this matter to Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan was amused and laughed: "I thought you wouldn't be stumped by a woman, why, now you like Zhao Qingyan?" ”

"It's not whether I like it or not, I just feel that it's my mistake, and she hasn't accepted my apology, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable." Wen Qiao said seriously.

"Hmm." Xiao Lan raised her head and hooked her fingers to rub her chin, and suddenly looked at Wen Qiao and said, "There it is!" Women have always been unable to resist the temptation of jewelry, no matter what kind of woman will not refuse, why don't you try it? ”

Wen Qiao listened to Xiao Lan's words, frowned slightly, and said, "Can this method be reliable?" How do I feel that Zhao Qingyan doesn't seem to be someone who likes that kind of thing? ”

"Harm, a dead horse is a live horse doctor, you just buy it first, and it won't cost you much silver, right?" Xiao Lan said, her face full of indifference.

"I just think it's a little insincere."

Xiao Lan interrupted him: "But does Zhao Qingyan accept your sincerity?" ”

After Xiao Lan left, Wen Qiao went to Xuanyu Pavilion and bought a white jade bracelet that Zhao Qingyan estimated would like.

"Childe, if you need anything next time, remember to come to Xuanyu Pavilion." Wen Qiao turned around, and the shopkeeper behind him was full of smiles.

Wen Qiao held the brocade box where the white jade bracelet was placed in his hand, and went home, his steps were very light, and this time he finally saw Zhao Qingyan.

It's just that as soon as Zhao Qingyan saw him, he turned around and was about to enter the side room, Wen Qiao hurriedly stepped forward in three steps and two steps, blocking Zhao Qingyan's way.

He lifted the brocade box, and when Zhao Qingyan moved his gaze to the brocade box, he opened the brocade box, and there was a crystal clear white jade bracelet lying inside.

"This is what I specially went to the Xuanyu Pavilion in the west of the city to buy, and it is the favorite style of women nowadays. I thought about it, and I felt like it was worthy of you. ”

After listening to his words expressionlessly, Zhao Qingyan reached out and removed the brocade box.

"I don't need any bracelets, if I need them, I'll buy them myself, so you don't have to bother giving them to me."