After Zhao Yan's matter was resolved, the court returned to calm. The end of the year is the busiest time for officials, and Zhao Yan's work is not a human business, so the already busy year-end has become even more tense. All ministries and departments have to prepare the evaluation summary while cleaning up Zhao Yan's mess.

Zhao Yuanhong was busy during the day when he was in the yamen, and he will be busy when he goes home.

As soon as the year passed, everything was delivered, and the tense strings of the whole person were loosened at once.

There are three days off in the New Year, and on the third day of the new year, Zhao Yuanhong went to the Wei family, which was regarded as a New Year's greeting to the elders. Because of the good relationship between his father and Wei Xiang, Zhao Yuanhong has always called Wei Xiang Uncle Wei.

There was another reason why he came to see Uncle Wei, that is, he wanted to know about the past between his mother and Zhao Yan. He didn't dare to ask his mother, but he was very uncomfortable holding it in his heart, so he wanted to get a little news from Uncle Wei.

To his disappointment, Uncle Wei didn't answer him, just told him not to think too much about cherishing what was in front of him. Zhao Yuanhong came out of the study in a daze, and when he opened the door, he bumped into a little girl.

The little girl's face was red with visible speed, and her feet moved back two steps, trying to escape.

"Tinglan." Uncle Wei stopped her, "Why are you so unruly, I don't say hello when I see Brother Yuanhong." ”

Tinglan ...... Wei Tinglan?

Zhao Yuanhong suddenly had this name in his mind, and he secretly suspected that he didn't know anything about Wei Tinglan at all.

Poor Wei Tinglan was caught by her father, her face was red and dripping blood, her body slowly squatted down, and she made a blessing to Zhao Yuanhong: "Brother Yuanhong, Happy New Year." ”

The little girl's voice was soft and glutinous, with a little grievance.

Zhao Yuanhong lowered her eyes and looked at her, the little girl's face was very fair, her apricot eyes were watery, delicate and moving. A few years older than Yuanfu, he is estimated to be twelve or thirteen.

It's pretty small.

Zhao Yuanhong smiled slightly, that smile was purely to coax children, thinking that you were well-behaved and very cute, and said, "Sister Tinglan, happy New Year." ”

Wei Tinglan's eyes widened slightly, as if they were still, and her neck and ears were slightly red. Unable to care about any politeness or impoliteness anymore, Wei Tinglan turned around and ran.

Zhao Yuanhong was stunned.

He couldn't help touching his face, wondering if he was too fierce to scare away the little girl.

Wei Xiang was also very unbelievable. Although Tinglan is a little shy, she is still generous in front of people and will not break the rules, what is going on today?

Wei Xiang explained to Zhao Yuanhong embarrassedly: "I'm sorry Yuanhong, Tinglan is a little scared, don't be surprised." ”

"No, it won't." Zhao Yuanhong nodded understandingly.

*

A few days later, Zhao Yuanhong saw Wei Tinglan at home again.

He came back earlier than usual that day, because the beginning of the year was more leisurely, and everyone went back early to spend time with their families. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Wei Tinglan and Mo Yu sitting in the courtyard, and the two talked and talked.

Mo Yu is the big girl in his house, and usually his work is basically done by Mo Yu.

I don't understand how Wei Tinglan could play with Mo Yu.

Neither of them noticed him, he approached, and heard Wei Tinglan asking, "Does Brother Yuanhong really only use what his sister makes?" What about the purse, has it been used by others? ”

Mo Yi replied with a smile: "Really, girl, don't believe it, he can't use what others do, either he dislikes the rough stitches or the vulgar color matching." The purse is only made by me, sometimes I see that he uses a purse for too long, as if our palace is so cold, and he doesn't listen to him when he is asked to use someone else's, so I have to do it again. ”

When Wei Tinglan heard this, her face couldn't help but turn a little pale, she lowered her head and bit her lip, and before she noticed, the needle in her hand poked her finger.

The little girl's fingers were thin and tender, and when she was poked by the tip of a needle, blood beads immediately came out, and the tears that were already in her eyes fell down.

Mo Yu let out a "ah", and was about to speak, when he saw a hand holding Wei Tinglan's wrist and wiping off the blood beads with a handkerchief.

The hand is white and slender, the veins on the back of the hand are clearly visible, and the bone joints are neat and distinct, which is very good-looking.

Mo Yu knew too well whose hand it was.

She breathed froze, and looked up in fear.

Sure enough, I saw the face of a handsome and cold young man. The young man stared at Wei Tinglan's fingers, and every time a drop of blood oozed out, he wiped it off with a handkerchief, and after a few times, the wound clotted.

Zhao Yuanhong let go of Wei Tinglan's hand, and his tone was light, but with a hint of comfort: "Okay." ”

Wei Tinglan's cheeks were crimson, like a ripe apple, she retracted her hand and hugged her arms together, and gently replied "thank you".

There seemed to be residual warmth from his fingers on his wrists, a little cold, probably because he had just returned from outside.

When he wiped the blood beads for her just now, she smelled the faint aroma on his body, which was as clear as snow and very clean.

It is very flattering to his temperament.

Wei Tinglan buried her head and thought in annoyance: Ah, it's really a shame.

"Brother Yuanhong, I, I'll go first." Wei Tinglan blinked unnaturally, staring at the oblique place, not daring to look at him, and his tone was a little empty.

"Well, goodbye." He smiled faintly.

As soon as Wei Tinglan saw him laughing, her heartbeat was tight, and she felt that the blood all over her body was gushing up her cheeks, and she fled again.

Just as embarrassed as last time.

Zhao Yuanhong stared at her back for a while, then turned around, staring at Mo Yu coldly, although he didn't say a word, it gave people a feeling of pressure.

Mo Yu tugged at the corners of his clothes, his head couldn't be lowered, "Childe ......"

"For the first time, I knew that I didn't use what you did." His tone was a little mocking.

Mo Gardenia's embroidery is brilliant, so most of the work in his yard is done by Mo Gardenia, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't use the things made by others. Mo Yi said this is nothing more than exaggerating his status here, and he is not worthy of being angry about such a trivial matter, but inexplicably, he can't suppress the anger in his stomach when he thinks of Wei Tinglan's grievance just now.

It's also the first time I've been angry with Mo Yu.

Mo Yu's face turned red, tears fell down, and he cried: "If Childe wants to be sarcastic about me, why do you want to use what I made?" What kind of fan bags, purses, and winds on Childe's body were not made by me? There are also shoes and sweat towels, and since the son hates me, don't use the things I make......"

Mo Yu's appearance is considered first-class among the people in the palace, with a small pointed face, apricot eyes, thin shoulders and a water snake waist, although it is a little small, but it is indeed good-looking, with outstanding embroidery skills, and a big girl, it is inevitable that her heart will be high. I had already thought that Zhao Yuanhong would take her as a concubine after marrying a wife, so I dared to play petty with Zhao Yuanhong.

It's a pity that Zhao Yuanhong didn't think so at all.

He thinks that Mo Yu looks good, but none of the people in the Manchu Mansion are very ugly, so Mo Yu is not outstanding among them. He felt that it was enough for a person to have good facial features, so he didn't care too much about whether Mo Yu was good-looking.

He frowned, thinking that this girl was simply vexatious.

"According to what you say, the royal government paid you for nothing?"

Mo Yu looked up in disbelief, choked up by his rhetorical question.

Yes, she is just a maid, and the palace gives her money to do things, so how can there be any room for petty?

"You pack your things and go to Big Brother's, I don't need you here."

Mo Yi realized the seriousness of the problem, and knelt on the ground, crying pear blossoms with rain, and pleaded: "I said the wrong thing, Childe gave me a chance, don't drive me away, okay?" I have served my son since I was a child, and my son drove me out, and he wants me to see people in the future......"

Zhao Yuanhong looked down at her, and for a moment he really felt that she was quite pitiful, and it was not a big deal. But Wei Tinglan's appearance of being wronged just now appeared in his mind, and he had no pity at all.

"I've made up my mind, there's nothing wrong with you going to Big Brother's, I'll leave today."

*

After dealing with Mo Yu's affairs, Zhao Yuanhong went to the study to read a book. Suddenly I thought that Wei Tinglan had just talked about purses......

Purse, Wei Tinglan.

He pursed his lips and pulled the bottom drawer open, revealing a box lying quietly. He stared at the box for a long time, and finally sighed, took it out, put it squarely on the table, and opened it with the key.

Inside the box, is a delicate and small purse.

There was also a handkerchief in the purse, and the word "Hong" was embroidered on the handkerchief. He couldn't help but bow his head and smile, feeling that he really couldn't stand other girls.

Wei Tinglan is the one who gave him a purse.

He had forgotten.

Zhao Yuanhong took off the purse he was wearing, replaced it with the one given by Wei Tinglan, and then stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket.

*

Half a month later, Yue Wanzhou took her daughter to the palace as a guest. Wen Yixuan left their mother and daughter for dinner.

Zhao Zhen came back with his two sons, and when he saw that there were guests at the dinner table, he was surprised and said with a smile: "It's very lively today." ”

Zhao Yuanhong stood behind Zhao Zhen, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, looking at Wei Tinglan. Wei Tinglan wanted to peek at him, but found that he was also looking at himself, and his heart stopped beating and quickly turned his head away.

Everyone was seated. There is a Yuanfu between Zhao Yuanhong and Wei Tinglan, Yuanfu is not twisted at all, and he can eat whatever he wants, but Wei Tinglan is embarrassed to be too presumptuous at other people's dinner tables, so he only eats the dish in front of him.

Zhao Yuanhong caught a glimpse of Wei Tinglan's chopsticks coming and going, only looking at the dishes in front of her, so he lowered his head to Yuanfu's ear and said, "You patronize yourself to eat?" ”

“？” Yuan Fu looked at him suspiciously.

"Why don't you order food for your sister Tinglan?"

Yuanfu suddenly realized, nodded, hurriedly sandwiched several dishes into Wei Tinglan's bowl, and said to Wei Tinglan enthusiastically: "Eat more, you're welcome, the dishes cooked by my chef are delicious." ”

Wei Tinglan blushed and said thank you.

The corners of Zhao Yuanhong's lips hooked slightly, and he immediately pressed it down, eating the dishes in his bowl casually, but he heard his sister say: "Don't thank me, I didn't expect it, it was the second brother who reminded me." ”

Zhao Yuanhong almost choked on the food in his mouth.

"Ah," Wei Tinglan didn't expect it at all, and looked up at him, "Thank you, Brother Yuanhong." ”