The meeting ended with Mrs. Cheng's miserable roar.

Wen Qiao took Zhao Qingyan away indifferently, no matter how much Mrs. Cheng behind him called him in a poignant voice, he didn't look back.

Mrs. Cheng is used to being pampered, and she doesn't know what respect for people is.

This is a lesson that Wen Qiao gave him, she has lived most of her life, I hope she can wake up in the next life.

In the next few days, Wen Qiao never looked at Mrs. Cheng again. Zhao Qingyan's body also gradually improved in the daily medicinal soup and supplements.

Afraid that Zhao Qingyan would be too stuffy, Wen Qiao took Zhao Qingyan to the back garden to kill time in the afternoon.

On the stone table of the viewing pavilion, there were already maids who had placed melons and fruits, and Wen Qiao picked a peach and peeled Zhao Qingyan with his own hands.

"Light smoke?" Wen Qiao shouted out Zhao Qingyan, who was looking at the scenery outside.

Since waking up, Zhao Qingyan's temperament has been much quieter than before.

She is always looking at other things and is distracted, and often can't say much to Wen Qiao.

Except for the quiet talk, the rest of the place is no different from before.

She still likes to cook, except for the morning, Zhao Qingyan does lunch and dinner every day.

Mrs. Cheng didn't come to disturb them again, but Zhao Qingyan's quiet appearance, Wen Qiao always felt that something was wrong.

He felt uncomfortable when he saw it, Zhao Qingyan shouldn't be like this.

Wen Qiao continued to shout Zhao Qingyan a few more words, and she withdrew her consciousness from the emotions she had already seen, "Huh?" She turned her head in surprise and met Wen Qiao's gaze.

The two of them looked at each other a few times without saying a word, and Wen Qiao handed the peeled peach in his hand to Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan didn't refuse, she took it, and also said to Wen Qiao, "Thank you." Wen Qiao's face changed and became bad again.

The two stayed in the viewing pavilion for an afternoon, and Wen Qiao felt more and more uneasy. Zhao Qingyan had a problem, and she no longer looked like herself.

But Wen Qiao didn't dare to ask, he was even more afraid of stimulating Zhao Qingyan. Being locked in the room by Mrs. Cheng for so many days could not have no effect on her.

After waiting for Zhao Qingyan to sleep at night, Wen Qiao went to Wen Zichen.

As soon as he entered the house, Wen Qiao saw someone who was not supposed to be here.

"Father!" As soon as he saw Wen Qiao, Wen Zichen screamed and threw himself at him. He's getting older, but he's still very sticky.

"You're finally back." Wen Zichen rubbed Wen Qiao with his head and said aggrievedly.

Wen Qiao silently rubbed the top of his hair, pulled him away, and said, "You go to see your mother first, I have something to say to Ling Yi first."

Wen Zichen glanced at Ling Yi, who was silent, a little uneasy, but still didn't refuse Wen Qiao's words, "Okay, I'll go see my mother." ”

After speaking, he turned around, but ran away without looking back.

The excessively similar aura of the two men mingled in the small room, making the air around them a few times lower than usual.

After confirming that Wen Zichen had left, Wen Qiao glanced at Ling Yi with a cold face, he took out the momentum of the superior, sat on the chair, and waited for Ling Yi to speak.

"The subordinates are willing to accept the punishment." Ling Yi bowed to the ground and spit out such a sentence first. Although Wen Qiao's face was very ugly, it had not yet reached the point of being so angry that he was irrational. Ling Yi's words only made him calmer down.

He remembered what Uncle Zhong had told him when he had just come back that day, his cold eyes moved, and he finally said, "Get up." I don't blame you for this incident, it's because I didn't think it through. The person who made the biggest mistake should be me. ”

The aura on Ling Yi's body was still cold, and people didn't dare to approach him.

He didn't answer Wen Qiao's words.

Wen Qiao suddenly asked again, "Are you with Chen'er all these days?"

Ling nodded and replied in a nasal voice, "Hmm." Wen Qiao knew what kind of temperament his subordinate was, and what made him strange was that Ling Yi was willing to let Wen Zichen approach?

After thinking about it, Wen Qiao said without warning: "Then you can continue to take care of him in the next few days?" The matter in Fuzhou has not been resolved, and I am not at ease at home, so I will bring light cigarettes with me when I want to go to Fuzhou again. Chen'er is still young, and the situation in Fuzhou is dangerous, so let him be at home first. ”

Ling Yi hesitated for a moment and replied, "Okay."

In the evening, the family of three finally got together for a meal.

Wen Qiao noticed that with Wen Zichen by his side, Zhao Qingyan's mood seemed to be even better than usual. After eating, one big and one small chased me and played for a while.

Wen Qiao didn't stop it, he felt that Zhao Qingyan when he was with Wen Zichen at this time was the same Zhao Qingyan in the past.

"Alright." Wen Qiao grabbed Wen Zichen, who was still running around, called Uncle Zhong, and said, "It's late at night, take the little master back to rest."

Wen Zichen said goodbye to Wen Qiao and Zhao Qingyan, "Mother, father, I'm leaving!"

The mother and son met each other, and both of them were in a very good mood.

Wen Qiao went back to the room with Zhao Qingyan. Wen Qiao lit the oil lamp in the room, Zhao Qingyan half sat on the bed, and asked, "Why did you come back suddenly, has the matter in Fuzhou been resolved?"

This was the first time Zhao Qingyan took the initiative to ask him about things since Wen Qiao came back.

Wen Qiao's heart was beating rapidly, and he was thought about Fuzhou by Zhao Qingyan's words, and his mood went down again.

In the past few days, the palace should have taken care of his body, so no one was sent to urge.

But what should be done, Wen Qiao still remembers it clearly.

He supported his forehead with a headache, shook his head and replied to Zhao Qingyan's words, "Not yet." I asked the imperial court for food, but the food sent down for disaster relief was transferred. Your Majesty ordered me to re-raise the food for disaster relief in Fuzhou. ”

This question, the answer made Zhao Qingyan frightened. She asked, "The palace doesn't care?"

Wen Qiao shook his head and replied: "Why didn't I care, but the matter in Fuzhou is urgent, Your Majesty didn't condemn me, just asked me to raise it again."

If it were someone else, the emperor would be unhappy and might take that person's life. It's just that he didn't say this.

Zhao Qingyan naturally knew it in his heart, but it was not a simple matter to reraise food. She said, "But where can we get so much food?"

Wen Qiao was silent again, in fact, this is also the food he has a headache these days.

100,000 pieces of silver and more than 100 bags of grain are not so easy to come up with. He didn't think of a solution for the time being, so he had to say, "I'm thinking of a solution."

Zhao Qingyan nodded and said, "Then wait tomorrow to count how many things are left in the house, and see if you can figure out a way to do the rest."

Wen Qiao didn't say anything detailed about the grain and grass being transferred, but just a few short sentences were enough to give Zhao Qingyan a headache.

Before she closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, she was still thinking in a daze, "How can Wen Qiao raise so much food." ”

Wen Qiao was also troubled by the same thing. He has been dragging it out for a few days, and it is not half a law to continue to drag it out. We have to think of ways to raise food quickly.