As if to welcome the arrival of summer, the rain in the capital has not stopped for several days.

When the sound of falling rain barely stops, there is a tendency to keep falling.

The whole capital was soaked in rain, and it became difficult to do anything.

The reclaiming of barren mountains in the barracks is not over yet, and it has become a miserable thing to reclaim barren mountains because of the rain.

Wen Qiao simply stopped this plan temporarily, he gave the soldiers who belonged to him a few days off, anyway, he couldn't do anything when it rained, plus he was a soldier in the barracks, and he hardly could go home, taking advantage of this rain as a reward for letting those soldiers garrison the barracks.

Because of the lack of a few people in Huai Enhou, Wen Qiao felt extremely lonely.

The house is still the same as before, but without the person in his heart, he feels that something is wrong.

Mrs. Cheng didn't know what the reason was, so she didn't leave with her after she came back.

No, Wen Qiao was sitting and drinking tea with Mrs. Cheng relatively silently, when a voice suddenly came to mind outside.

When it rained, the sky was gloomy, and Wen Qiao turned his head to see Wang Xueqing walking in outside the courtyard gate.

She changed her clothes today, a light pink dress, and when she stepped through the courtyard gate, she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a small white ankle.

Next to her was a maid holding an umbrella for her, and most of the umbrella with bamboo branches hit her so that she would not get wet in the rain.

Wen Qiao watched her walk in with light steps, the lazy movements that were originally reclining on the back of the chair were closed, he took a sip of the tea on the table, and he was no longer surprised by Wang Xueqing's arrival.

It's like reading a book for the first time, and you will have a lot of feelings about the complex in the book, but the more times you read it, it will feel boring.

In the short period of time when he was thinking about things, Wang Xueqing had already walked in from outside, and a crisp bell sounded in the quiet room, Wen Qiao's eyes swept towards Wang Xueqing, and successfully saw a red rope on her ankle.

A small bell was tied to the red string, and whenever she moved, the bell would make a sound. Wang Xueqing saluted Mrs. Cheng first as usual, and when it was Wen Qiao's turn, her beautiful face couldn't help but blush, and her voice sounded soft and glutinous, "Shizi." ”

Wen Qiao, who was sitting in the chair, raised his eyes to look at him when he heard the voice, and brought out the word "um" in a nasal voice. Mrs. Cheng smiled and asked her to sit down, as if she was meeting her future daughter-in-law.

"Look at me," Mrs. Cheng said and raised her hand to hit her head, and said with a smile: "It's still raining today, so I actually called you over." Wang Xueqing lowered her head reservedly and said, "Don't get in the way, it's Xueqing who wants to come."

It's all nonsense. Wen Qiao felt troubled when he looked at them, and was about to find a reason to leave, when Mrs. Cheng suddenly called him again, "I ordered a table of meals in the Drunken Immortal Residence, Wen Qiao, you can take Qingxue over first." ”

said in an affirmative tone, obviously not discussing with Wen Qiao.

Now there is no one else in the Huai'en Hou Mansion except Wen Qiao and Mrs. Cheng and a few home remedies.

A strange emotion flashed in his eyes, and it was only when Mrs. Cheng saw that he shouted silently for the second time, and he accepted this emotion.

He thought about the consequences of rejecting Mrs. Cheng, and couldn't help but make Mrs. Cheng lose face in front of Wang Xueqing, and maybe this Wang Xueqing's heart would also be hurt because of him.

In fact, what happens to Wang Xueqing has nothing to do with him, even if he doesn't care too much. "Wen Qiao?" Mrs. Cheng shouted at him again, and her face was already very unhappy at this time.

Wen Qiao paused, glanced at the weather outside, and responded expressionlessly, "Okay." ”

He got up, and Wang Xueqing also stood up.

Walking to the door, Ling Yi, who had been hiding his sense of existence, didn't know where to take an umbrella, he silently handed the umbrella to Wen Qiao, and spit out a cold word without a trace of temperature, "Umbrella." ”

Wang Xueqing, who was beside Wen Qiao, first looked at Ling Yi, and then his eyes were wrapped around Wen Qiao, and at the same time he said softly: "I have it here, so I don't need it, right?"

As soon as Wang Xueqing's voice fell, Wen Qiao directly took the umbrella handed over by Ling Yi, he showed a warm smile at Wang Xueqing, and said, "It's okay, I'm good at playing my own."

It sounded like an inconsequential sentence, but Wang Xueqing inexplicably heard from this sentence that Wen Qiao didn't want to see her.

The temperature in her heart dropped to the extreme in an instant, and it was not easy to attack in front of Wen Qiao, so she had to pretend that nothing had happened and follow Wen Qiao.

The raindrops hit the umbrella with a heavy sound, and the stagnant water under the feet was stepped on one after another, splashing all around and returning to calm. Wang Xueqing didn't dare to think about anything, she was afraid that the more she thought about it, the more angry she would become.

But there has always been a thought that I can't get down, she is a daughter, why doesn't Wen Qiao take a look at her?

Passing through the winding road of the Huai'en Mansion, what appeared in front of Wang Xueqing and Wen Qiao was the gate of the Huai'en Mansion.

Out of the gate, a carriage was already waiting outside. Wen Qiao finally had a good temper at this time, he stood by the car and let Wang Xueqing get into the carriage before he followed.

The two men got into the car, and the coachman drove the carriage onto the clean bluestone road washed by the rain.

Zuixianju is the most famous restaurant in the capital, and when Wen Qiao and Wang Xueqing arrived, all the tables in the hall on the first floor were full.

The shopkeeper approached them with a smile on his face, and when he saw that it was a young man and a woman, he couldn't help but make an expression on his face that I understand.

Looking at the clothes and fabrics worn by the two people are all of the best quality, they know that these two people are noble people, and they treat them a little politely, "The two of you have set a place in our Drunken Immortal Residence?"

Drunken Senju is famous for its meals, and if you want to eat here, you usually book it in advance. Hearing the shopkeeper's words, Wen Qiao nodded with a calm face.

When he didn't speak, people were scared, and the smile of the shopkeeper broke a little because of Wen Qiao's expression. "I don't know which one it is?" The shopkeeper asked with a smile.

Wen Qiao reported Mrs. Cheng's name.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he exclaimed, "It turned out to be Mrs. Cheng," he looked at Wen Qiao, and saw that Wen Qiao looked very young, so he boldly concluded: "You must be the son of Huai'en Houshi, right?"

The shopkeeper was a good person, and guessed Wen Qiao's identity, so he looked at Wang Xueqing again and asked, "This is the princess, right?" The two upstairs please, Mrs. Cheng booked the location on the second floor. ”

The three words of the princess made Wen Qiao stop, and his voice was inexplicably a little colder than usual, "She's not." ”

The shopkeeper's face changed suddenly, and he said in a panic: "Yes, I'm sorry Shizi, it's a little mouthy!" guessed the identity, and the shopkeeper intuitively felt that he was going to finish today. He was really dizzy today, and he dared to talk nonsense in front of Huai'en Hou Shizi!