The two returned home before the last rays of the sun had fallen. After entering the mansion gate, there was not a single figure of a maid on the path that zigzagged into the front hall.

As a high-ranking family, Huai'en Houfu's family has a big business, and there is no need for them to work day and night for the subordinates in the house.

So usually at night, the maids and maids go back to their own rooms to rest. At this time, it is normal for Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan to not see anyone.

The midsummer air was also sultry in the evening, and after entering the mansion gate, both of them were quiet at the same time, but their hands were still tightly clasped together.

I don't know whose hot sweat is in the palms of the two.

The hands held by Zhao Qingyan and Wen Qiao were hot and wet, and the hot sweat kept sticking together, but neither she nor Wen Qiao wanted to let go first.

At the end of the trail, the vestibule, located in the center of the Wynne Mansion, fell into view.

Almost every mansion of a wealthy family in the capital is in this pattern, and the gate of the mansion leads directly to the front hall in the middle of the entire mansion, and there are several courtyards and kitchens and other rooms around it.

There may be surprises in the details, but they are all the same.

Before the two of them walked over, the figure at the door of the front hall that was familiar to both Zhao Qingyan and Wen Qiao caught their attention first.

Zhao Qingyan directly touched Wen Qiao's arm with his elbow, and did not look back, his eyes looked directly at the figure standing at the door, and said, "Do you see if that is Uncle Zhong?"

During the days when Wen Qiao was not in Huai'en Houfu, it was always Uncle Zhong who took care of Zhao Qingyan under the nose of Mrs. Cheng.

With such great help from Uncle Zhong, Uncle Zhong was no longer the housekeeper in the Huai'en Houfu who had nothing to do with her in Zhao Qingyan's eyes.

She now prefers to treat Zhong Bo as her elder.

And Mrs. Cheng has a tough temperament, Uncle Zhong directly stood on Zhao Qingyan's team this time, and I want to know that Uncle Zhong will not have a good time with Mrs. Cheng.

A figure as big as Uncle Zhong stood outside the door, Wen Qiao naturally couldn't see it, he nodded lightly, and stared at Uncle Zhong with a pair of deep eyes.

The two of them still walked at the same speed as they were walking, Zhong Bo looked straight ahead, and after seeing Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan, he hurriedly grabbed the hem of his robe and walked over quickly.

"The prince, the princess." Zhong Bo lowered his head slightly, his eyes looked at the ground, and as he spoke, his head lit at Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan, and he shouted to the two of them first.

"Uncle Zhong."

Uncle Zhong shouted and asked again, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished asking, Wen Qiao heard Zhong Bo sigh heavily.

Sounding helpless and helpless, Uncle Zhong replied, "Madame is losing her temper inside."

Uncle Zhong said this in a very good voice, as if he was afraid of being heard too loudly by others. He completely retold to Wen Qiao what happened in Huai'en Houfu after Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan left this afternoon.

Finally, he said: "It's not just night, so I let the maids and maids in the house go down to rest first."

Anyway, those maids can only be angry with Mrs. Cheng for no reason if they continue to stay, so it is better to let them go down and rest at ease.

"yes, I see." Wen Qiao nodded.

And he said, "Go down first, and here I am."

Zhong Bo looked at Wen Qiao and wanted to stop talking, but finally gave up under Wen Qiao's firm eyes. He saluted Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan, and quickly disappeared outside the front hall.

Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan's footsteps had just crossed the threshold of the front hall, and what greeted them inside was the crisp cracking sound of a porcelain falling to the ground.

This voice made people feel shocked, and Wen Qiao didn't know what Mrs. Cheng was losing her temper at this time.

But all kinds of methods and cruel words have been said, and Mrs. Cheng forgets every time she turns her head, which makes him helpless. As soon as Zhao Qingyan approached, the cold and historical light in Mrs. Cheng's eyes swept towards the two, "You still know how to come back." ”

Mrs. Cheng didn't scold people this time, but the tone of her voice made people feel very uncomfortable.

Wen Qiao was afraid that Mrs. Cheng would talk about Zhao Qingyan again, and she wanted to protect her, so she asked Qiao Ling, who was standing next to Mrs. Cheng, "Mother, what's the matter?"

Qiao Ling raised her eyes and looked at Wen Qiao when she heard the sound, her lips moved slightly but she didn't say anything, and quickly lowered her head again.

Mrs. Cheng's words were prickly, she stared at Zhao Qingyan for a few moments, noticed the things Zhao Qingyan was holding in her hand, and said sarcastically: "Yo, I was called to the palace by His Majesty just now, and someone bought you something good when I came out."

"I have given birth to Wen Qiao for so many years, but I have never seen Wen Qiao ever honor me as a mother." Mrs. Cheng thought it was something Wen Qiao bought for Zhao Qingyan, but after a closer look, she found that it was not.

As long as you take a closer look, you can know that what Zhao Qingyan is holding in his hand looks like a roll of cloth.

It's just that Mrs. Bucheng looks too familiar. Mrs. Cheng was about to speak, but Wen Qiao suddenly said, "Qiaoling, you send your mother back to rest first."

As soon as Qiao was named by Wen Qiao, Qiao Qiao's face turned pale.

She whispered next to Mrs. Cheng, "Madam,"

Mrs. Cheng waved her hand and said loudly: "What to go back, I haven't asked anything clearly, what should I go back!"

Mrs. Cheng's eyes fell on Zhao Qingyan's hand and asked, "Wen Qiao, what is she holding in her hand?"

If it wasn't something Wen Qiao bought for Zhao Qingyan, then she was even more curious. Wen Qiao was silent and didn't speak, and Mrs. Cheng urged again, "I'll talk to you!"

Mrs. Cheng had a sense of anxiety and anger between her words, Wen Qiao thought about it for a while, he felt that maybe it would be okay to tell Mrs. Cheng about the things that the emperor had arranged for Zhao Qingyan.

Wen Qiao turned his head sideways to look at Zhao Qingyan, and saw that she nodded very lightly.

Wen Qiao said in Mrs. Cheng's urging voice: "Mother, Qingyan entered the palace today to see Your Majesty. She is now in charge of the Fuzhou Flood Restoration Project. ”

Mrs. Cheng was so shocked that she almost fell off the chair, the expression on her face was very complicated, but more of it was still incredulous, she screamed: "What did you say!"

Seeing that Mrs. Cheng didn't seem to believe it, Wen Qiao took the holy decree in Zhao Qingyan's hand, he walked up to Mrs. Cheng and handed the holy decree to Mrs. Cheng.

Mrs. Cheng's dry and rough hands trembled slightly, and when she got the holy decree, she almost fell off her hand without holding it steadily. Fortunately, Wen Qiao caught it in time and put it back in her hand.

Now the distance was very close, and Mrs. Cheng recognized at a glance that this was indeed the holy decree in the palace.

Although she had never received the decree in person, she had seen it in the Grace Palace. Seeing that it was really a holy decree, Mrs. Cheng had already fully believed it.

She slowly unfolded the holy decree under the gaze of Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan in the front hall, and every word written on it made her heart start.

The first thing she thought of was that now Zhao Qingyan had a holy decree, but she would have no chance to deal with Zhao Qingyan in the future.

Although she said not long ago that she would not ask about Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan in the future, she only said it to appease Wen Qiao!