Wang Yan sat there bored, when there were people, she was quiet like a sculpture, and when there was no one, she used her spare light to measure the design and layout of this young marshal's mansion little by little, how many doors there were, what kind of orientation they were, how many windows there were, what characteristics they have, etc.

As soon as I swept to the entrance of the corridor on the other side of the kitchen, I saw Yin Xiaowen coming.

Yin Xiaowen stepped on a cheerful step, and his posture was light.

Wang Yan thought to herself, she is worthy of being the person in charge of the dance hall of the Young Marshal's Mansion, don't look at the small, but small shrewd accident.

In these days, no one can look good.

In different places of the Young Marshal's Mansion, the people who can come here to participate in the ball or hold the ball here are all human beings, and they are the best of the best.

And Yin Xiaowen is specially responsible for receiving these people, you can imagine what a "capable" girl she is.

Long-sleeved and good at dancing, eight-sided exquisiteness is absolutely not a problem.

Wang Yan quietly withdrew her gaze, her eyes fell on the high-end and elegant European-style low table in front of the sofa chair, which was splashed with ink, and stood still.

Yin Xiaowen walked over, hummed a brisk tune, and sat down next to her.

Wang Yan is not sitting on a single sofa, Yin Xiaowen is basically adjacent to her when she sits like this.

Wang Yan turned her face and glanced at Yin Xiaowen.

Yin Xiaowen grinned at her with a big arc, "I see that you are quite bored alone, so I will come over to talk to you, what are you doing?" ”

Wang Yan smiled faintly, thinking, you are really direct, come up and ask such a sensitive and very targeted topic.

What does she do?

Scold.

That's a hard answer.

Wang Yan stretched out her hand and stroked the hair on her ear, thought about it for about two seconds, and said softly, "I was originally guarding the tomb for my mother, and there is a custom in Pingcheng, that is, the father or mother of the dear is no longer alive, as a child, you should keep the filial piety in front of the tomb for three months every year, and keep it for seven years, which is called seven years of filial piety, so that after seven years, the father and mother will be reincarnated again to the place where the children are, and gather with them." ”

Yin Xiaowen is not from Pingcheng, and when he heard this custom of Pingcheng, he was extremely curious.

She is a very curious person, she also likes gossip, and she is an expert in words, so she tirelessly chatted with Wang Yan about this custom.

The more we talk, the more biased we become.

Under the guidance of Wang Yan intentionally or unintentionally, Yin Xiaowen originally wanted to inquire about Wang Yan's news, but as a result, he didn't hear or say anything, and Wang Yan dug up a few pieces of useful information.

For example, today's Commander's wife is likely to come.

As soon as the commander's wife comes, the political and business people who are worthy of the name in Chengzhou will also come.

It's hard to say whether the men will come or not, but the noble and rich ladies and ladies will definitely come, and as soon as these people come, the young marshal's mansion will be very lively.

Often, where there are many people, there are many rights and wrongs.

Wang Yan's eyes turned slightly, and the little abacus fought in her heart.

Yin Xiaowen knew that the topic was deviated, and soon regained the initiative, although she was surprised how she unconsciously digressed, fortunately, she reacted quickly on the spot, and after the previous topic was over, she then asked, "Before this, were you staying in the house?" ”

Wang Yan smiled, "It's not that I stay all the time, I usually have to go to school." ”

Yin Xiaowen sighed, "Huh? Are you still in school? ”

Wang Yan was about to answer, but she didn't want to, a man's deep voice came from above her head, with a mellow wine-like coolness, and slowly sneered, "In recent years, we have been talking about freedom, equality, and women's rights everywhere, and they have made society a miasma. The woman who went to school said that it was a new era, but in fact, she was lonely and wanted to find greater stage entertainment. ”

He suddenly paused, his body half crouched on the carved wooden trunk on the second floor, and he looked leisurely and lazy, but he asked with an unpredictable smile, "Miss Wang, am I right?" ”