Lu Wenmiao was silent, glanced at the embroidery on the table, and said: "Embroidery is hard work, this kind of thing, leave it to the next person to do." ”

"This is what Ruolan wants to give to San Lang, and she must do it herself." Xue Ruolan smiled and helped him tie the straps of his bedclothes.

Lu Wenmiao nodded and said no more.

turned around and was about to ask Jingji to bring the official document, but a maid hurriedly walked in outside: "Aunt Peirong is here." ”

Pei Rong, the servant woman by Xue's side.

Lu Wenmian bowed, and Jing Ji said to the servant, "Let her come in." ”

After a while, Pei Rong walked in with a tray. On the tray, there are two cups of soup.

"The old lady is sympathetic to the two of them, and specially asked the maid to bring some food."

Soup ...... Lu Wenmiao glanced at it lightly, and his face was slightly displeased. But this displeasure was only fleeting, and soon disappeared under the calm countenance.

Seeing that Pei Rong was delayed in leaving, Lu Wenmiao glanced at Jing Ji with his spare eyes.

Jing Ji understood, immediately walked up to Pei Rong, bowed down and said, "Aunt Hard, just put the soup here." ”

The meaning of these words is already obvious, it is an eviction order. However, Pei Rong had no intention of leaving, and still stood there respectfully.

"This is the plum pickled lychee paste stewed by the old lady herself, and you must ask the two of you how it tastes. If the servant goes back like this, I am afraid that it will hurt the old lady's kindness. ”

Her voice was not loud, but what she said contained a faint coercion. If they don't eat this lychee paste, it seems to be a great disrespect and disrespect.

And judging by Peirong's attitude, he must have seen them eat lychee paste into his stomach before he was willing to give up and leave.

"I've already had dinner, this lychee paste, put it aside for the time being. Later, it will be eaten naturally. On the mother's side, I would like to ask Aunt Pei Rong to convey her gratitude. Lu Wenmiao spoke.

Seeing Lu Wenmiao's words, Pei Rong hesitated for a moment, but still insisted: "Lychee paste is an after-dinner snack and does not occupy the stomach." I also asked the son to look at the old lady's heart and taste a little with the lady. ”

Lu Wenmiao frowned, brushed his sleeves, and had no intention of taking it at all.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became very awkward. During the stalemate, Xue Ruolan walked over from behind.

"Plum pickled lychee paste is my favorite food, and if my mother wants to ask how it tastes, I'll eat it. San Lang doesn't eat sweets much, so there is no need to force him. ”

Xue Ruolan said, stepped forward and took the lychee paste: "These two cups are not too much, I can eat them cleanly by myself, and I will definitely not disappoint my mother." ”

Seeing that she took both cups, Pei Rong and Lu Wenmiao's faces were a little ugly.

Pei Rong looked at Lu Wenmiao, thinking that he would stop the lychee paste, or at least share a cup in his own hand.

However, Lu Wenmiao just narrowed his eyelids, no longer looked at the lychee cream, and said to her instead: "Even so, presumably Aunt Pei Rong will no longer have objections." So, I'll go to the study first. When going to court tomorrow, some official documents will be used, and this matter is very important, so I dare not slack off. ”

After that, he didn't give Pei Rong a chance to answer, turned around and left the dormitory, and walked towards the study.

Sitting down at the table, Keiji had already placed the official document in front of him.

Seeing that he calmly opened the official booklet, as if nothing had happened, Jing Ji still couldn't help it: "Master, that lychee paste was sent by the old lady." Can it be normal in there? I'm afraid that there is, I'm afraid there is medicine......"

Lu Wenmiao ignored it, and still slowly reviewed the booklet in his hand.

Seeing this, Jing Ji didn't dare to say more. The master is not in a hurry, so naturally it is not his turn to be in a hurry.

It's just that when the master left the dormitory, Xue Ruolan ate lychee paste without saying a word, and it really lingered.

When it was almost dawn, Lu Wenmiao went back to the dormitory.

As soon as the door was opened, Xue Ruolan heard the sound and walked over, trembling and holding the court clothes, waiting there.

Lu Wenmiao looked at her sideways, and saw that the ends of her hair were still a little damp and her face was pale from the cold, so she didn't say anything, but still asked her to change her clothes.

The cold fingertips touched his body from time to time, making him feel a little uncomfortable, and he looked down at her: "How does the lychee paste taste?" ”

Xue Ruolan's movements stagnated slightly, and after a long time, she said in a trembling voice, "Very good." ”

"Hmm." Lu Wenmiao responded softly, flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked out.

However, before he could take two steps, a cold body came up, and it was Xue Ruolan who hugged him from behind.

Such a cold body is obviously cold water that has been soaked all night, and it seems that even the bones are full of chills. Lu Wenmiao pursed his lips and paused there.

"I'm sincere to Saburo. Saburo can't, he also likes me a little. Xue Ruolan's voice was low, and her tone was almost pleading.

"You know, my mind is never in the backyard." Lu Wenmiao said coldly, broke her hand, and walked out of the dormitory without looking back.

Xue Ruolan looked at his distant back, as if she had been drained of strength, and knelt on the ground.

Seeing that he walked out of the yard completely and didn't look back, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, gritted her teeth and turned her head, trying to block those sorrows, but her nose was sore, and she still cried lowly.

In the mournful cry, Pei Rong slowly walked out from behind the screen.

"How can Madam allow herself to be so out of shape, have you forgotten the etiquette of the Xue family?"

"What can I do, you can see, he doesn't like me. At this point, what else do you want from me? Xue Ruolan sobbed, out of breath.

"Madame was wrong from the start. Madame is his wife, and her ability in this house is not to please him, but to make him like you. ”

Pei Rong walked to her side, his eyebrows slightly curled, glanced at the direction where Lu Wenmiao left, and then quietly looked at Xue Ruolan on the ground.

Xue Ruolan's shoulders trembled, and she said intermittently: "In this world, how can there be such a way? Where can there be a way to manipulate a person's heart. ”

"Method...... Didn't he already tell you? Pei Rong slowly leaned down and pressed her shoulder.

"Told me?" Xue Ruolan was stunned, raised her tear-stained face, and looked at Peirong.

"His mind is not in the backyard, so the lady uses things in the backyard, so naturally he can't be trapped." Pei Rong raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from her face.

"So what am I going to use?"

"With what he cares about. Madame has been in the house for two years, how can she not know where his mind is. Pei Rong said slowly.

"His mind ......" Xue Ruolan thought for a while, and replied uncertainly: "It seems that he is just in the court." ”

Pei Rong nodded.

Xue Ruolan thought for a moment, and then showed a look of embarrassment: "But I don't understand anything about the court, and I can't do anything, so where can I be qualified to handle it." ”

Pei Rong looked at her meaningfully, and slowly leaned over to her ear: "The Xue family is the qualification of a lady." ”

With that, she smiled slightly, and a strange brilliance appeared on her face.