The disgust in Wen Ziran's eyes flashed, he frowned slightly and didn't answer, and turned around to leave.

The green-clothed maid returned to her soul at this time, her forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat, she looked at Wen Ziran gratefully, and thanked her again and again: "Thank you Gongzi for rescuing, thank you." ”

Wen Ziran's originally frowning brows calmed down, showing a warm smile, and said softly: "It's okay, it's a matter of effort." ”

The green-clothed maid's cheeks suddenly burned red, and she didn't dare to look at him, so she hurriedly saluted and retreated, turned around and flew away.

He smiled and spoke softly at a maid, but he was disdainful of Yang Qinghe on horseback. This is a great shame for Yang Qinghe, who has always been held in the palm of his hand, and it is the first time he has received this kind of cold treatment since he was a child.

Originally, there was anger in her heart, but at this time, she felt more and more angry, she sat on the back of the horse and shouted proudly: "Hey, you are deaf, didn't you hear the county lord talking to you?" ”

Wen Ziran seemed to be Yang Qinghe as if she was invisible, ignoring her existence, the corners of her mouth were still hooked with a beautiful arc, and she walked in the direction of Mu Mingshu and them without hurrying.

A punch on the cotton, Yang Qinghe felt more and more unbearable, she carefully looked at the man in front of her, only to see that he was in a long shape, wearing a dark coat with a dark collar of dark colors, a wide belt with dark lines of the same color, a white jade jade pendant hung on the waist, and the black hair was tied up with a jade crown.

Yang Qinghe chuckled in his heart, this person is so good-looking, and even the anger has been extinguished for no reason.

But when he spoke, he was still arrogant: "Hey, whose son are you, you don't know the etiquette." ”

"Hey, do you know who this county lord is, dare to be so rude."

Yang Qinghe's horse didn't run anymore, and followed Wen Ziran's side slowly, his voice extremely unhappy.

Not far from the three sisters of Mu Mingshu, Wen Ziran suddenly stopped and turned around, still with a smile on his face, but his voice was cold and indifferent.

"County Lord, do you know the number of etiquette in this way?"

Yang Qinghe choked, and his anger suddenly rose again, and he raised his whip: "Are you teaching this county lord a lesson?" ”

Mu Mingshu, who had already paid attention to Wen Ziran and Yang Qinghe, saw this scene, and was anxious, ignoring the many people who shouted here: "Lord Qinghe." ”

attracted the side eyes of many people, Mu Mingshu couldn't care about it, and walked quickly in the direction of Wen Ziran.

Yang Qinghe turned his head and saw Mu Mingshu walking towards this end, and the horsewhip in his hand was put away, but he pointed at Wen Ziran and said viciously: "You wait, if you offend the county lord, you will definitely want you to go around without eating." ”

Wen Ziran looked in the direction of Mu Mingshu, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was very far-fetched.

Mu Mingshu hurriedly stepped forward and bowed slightly to Yang Qinghe, who was still sitting on horseback: "I've seen the county lord." ”

When Yang Qinghe saw Mu Mingshu, Fang Cai's displeasure seemed to be swept away, he smiled heartily, and jumped down from the horse: "You don't come, who of us is with whom, you still play such a false courtesy." ”

Mu Mingshu also smiled, pulled Wen Ziran to his side, and introduced him to Yang Qinghe: "This is my brother, Wen Ziran." ”

He said to Wen Ziran again: "This is my close friend, the county lord of Qinghe." ”

Wen Ziran's voice was faint, he arched his hand, and said, "Lord Qinghe." And he spoke no more.

Yang Qinghe stared at the apricot eyes in disbelief, so surprised that he could stuff his little mouth into the egg, yes, there is no one in the whole of Kyoto who doesn't know the lord of Qinghe, I'm afraid that there are only people like Wen Ziran who never participate in the banquet.

Looking at Yang Qinghe's surprised look, Mu Mingshu said again: "I just saw that you seem to have a dispute, is there any misunderstanding?" ”

Yang Qinghe raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Ziran, who was a head taller than him, and looked at him with a detached expression, and said with a somewhat empty smile: "Nothing, I misunderstood." ”

She is always a big-bellied person, and she also knows that it is her own fault for what happened, but she felt that Wen Ziran's gaze was uncomfortable, and she just bullied people in one breath, and at this time she knew that this person was Mu Mingshu's brother, and she suddenly felt embarrassed.

Hearing this, Wen Ziran looked indifferent, as if nothing had happened just now, and the warm smile was hung on his face again, as comfortable as a spring breeze in March.

"It's a misunderstanding, just say it." Mu Mingshu looked at Yang Qinghe's face and saw that her cheeks were slightly red, but she was not displeased, so he put his mind at ease. She knows Wen Ziran's temperament, looking at her harmony, she is as gentle as jade, but she doesn't like to oppress people by relying on her family background.

Mu Mingluo and Mu Mingxiao also followed, and several people greeted each other again, and Mu Mingluo said: "Brother Ziran, my third sister and I want to put paper kites, hurry up and help us make one." ”

In previous years, Wen Ziran always made paper kites for the three sisters of the Mu family, but after traveling outside for many years, those paper kites made by Wen Ziran could only be seen and not put away.

Yang Qinghe was born as the county lord, and when he came out to play, he had his own maid and wife who brought all the things, and when he heard Mu Mingluo say that he wanted to play with paper kites, he was immediately ready to say that he had them, but when the words came to his mouth, he turned a corner: "You can also make paper kites?" ”

This was said to Wen Ziran.

Wen Ziran's indifferent gaze was on Yang Qinghe for a moment, and then he moved away casually, and took Mu Mingluo and Mu Mingxiao to his tent: "What do you want?" ”

The voice is gentle and gentle, and it is very good.

Mu Mingshu came out of the circle, pulled Yang Qinghe's arm, and said with a smile: "Let's go, go and see my brother making paper kites." He added: "He can not only make paper kites, but also make many things." ”

Yang Qinghe followed Mu Mingshu's steps, led the jujube red horse, and asked inexplicably, "How many things are so many things?" ”

Mu Mingshu giggled: "Is it a lot of things to be able to make piano, Xiao, and little clay figurines?" ”

"Yikes." Yang Qinghe opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Is it really so powerful?" ”

Then he said with a little doubt: "Isn't your brother a doctor?" How is this happening? ”

Yang Qinghe had heard about General Anguo, and even Mu Mingshu and Wen Ziran knew a little, and he had heard his name in Beijing a few years ago, so he naturally asked about it at this time.

Mu Mingshu smiled and didn't speak, took the reins in her hand for her, and threw it to Wen Xia: "Tie the horse first." ”

Only then did he lead Yang Qinghe into a tent.

Wen Ziran stood in front of the desk with a long body, holding a pen in one hand and carrying it behind him with the other, with a warm smile on his face, and his voice was soft and soft: "What kind of paper kite does the third sister want?" ”

Mu Mingxiao tilted her head and thought about it, and said crisply: "Butterfly's is a perfect match for my dress today." ”

The smile on Wen Ziran's face was even worse, and he asked Mu Mingluo again: "What about the second sister?" ”

"Let's also make butterflies, just like the third sister's." Mu Mingluo also replied with a smile.

Wen Ziran responded, raised his eyes and asked Mu Mingshu, "What about you?" ”

Mu Mingshu was stunned for a moment, didn't want to have his own, and then smiled: "I don't want it, I don't like to put paper kites." ”

Wen Ziran pursed his lower lip and didn't speak, the purple wolf dipped his pen in ink, and drew it on the paper carefully, looking focused and serious.

Yang Qinghe was a little embarrassed to swallow his saliva, and said abruptly: "I want a rabbit." ”

Wen Ziran, who was originally painting seriously, raised his head, glanced at her lightly, and lowered his head again without speaking.

The atmosphere was very awkward for a while, Yang Qinghe had plucked up the courage to say this, but he didn't hear a response, and at this time he regretted it more and more, his face was flushed with shame, and he wanted to find a place to hide.

Mu Mingshu knew that Yang Qinghe must be uncomfortable in his heart, and was about to come out of the original scene when he heard Wen Ziran's light and alienated voice: "Well, I know." ”

Yang Qinghe secretly slapped his chest, just a little bit, he was about to lose his temper again, but fortunately he couldn't bear it.

In fact, making paper kites is boring and tasteless, Mu Mingluo and Mu Mingxiao went out of the tent early to find the girl they knew each other to play. Mu Mingshu was afraid that Yang Qinghe wouldn't be able to stay, so he said twice: "Or, let's go out and have fun too." ”

Yang Qinghe shook his head, and looked intently at Wen Ziran making paper kites without hurrying: "It's okay, I think it's interesting to make paper kites." He was afraid that Mu Ming would be bored, so he said, "Why don't you go to play with Ming Luo Mingxiao?" ”

Mu Mingshu smiled, she couldn't leave Yang Qinghe to play by herself, so she also accompanied Wen Ziran to make paper kites, because she got up early in the morning, she dozed off with her head after a while.

When she was half-asleep, she suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, Mu Mingshu opened her eyelids with difficulty, and her face was wide in front of her, which frightened her, and she didn't want to raise her hand to slap her.

"Smack." The sound of the whole tent was silent for a while.

Wen Ziran, who was originally making a paper kite, suddenly raised his head, only to see that the man was wearing a moon-white collar straight jacket, and a rosewood comb pinned to his waist, which was both abrupt and seemed to have no sense of disobedience, three thousand green silk were tied up with a gold crown inlaid with eight treasures, symbolizing his extraordinary identity, his facial features were delicate and soft, the narrow phoenix eyes under the sword eyebrows carried a little grievance, and the palm covering his cheeks was even long and white.

And Yang Qinghe was stunned, looking at Mu Mingshu in disbelief, and then at the person who was beaten.

That person was none other than Ruiwang Zhao Yiheng.

Zhao Yiheng had a bitter face, his phoenix eyes that were full of smiles on weekdays were full of grievances, and the words he said were similar to those of the wronged little daughter-in-law: "Mingshu, what did I do?" ”

This sentence suddenly reminded Mu Mingshu of being slighted by Zhao Yiheng that night, and his face was suddenly flushed with anger, and he couldn't wait to beat him hard: "Who told you to scare me, I will beat him next time." ”