After fighting so many fights, her physical strength was exhausted a lot, and her mood was a lot happier, and Wan Wan slept very well this night.

On the second day, the sky was bright. Wan Wan got up and came out for morning study. As soon as I stepped out of the courtyard, I saw a brocade catcher poking outside the courtyard gate like a small poplar.

Seeing Wan Wan come out, the brocade catcher immediately stepped forward and said, "My lord, do you want to go to the yamen of the mansion to have a look?" ”

His tone was urgent first and then slow, the first few words were anxious with the momentum of excitement, and when he said the last few words, he hesitated slowly, and even revealed a bit of a stuttering posture.

Wan Wan glanced at him, and a thought popped into her mind: Could it be Feng Han's moth out of the mansion!

Thinking of this, Wan Wan immediately flew up and swept towards the gate of the mansion. Her speed was faster than the wind, and the brocade-clothed catcher blinked her eyes and disappeared from her own adult. He rubbed his eyes, looked around, then turned around and spread the girl, and also ran outside the yamen, for fear that he would be too late to see something.

Wan Wan rushed to the gate of the Simen Mansion and saw Feng Han's shadow.

The sky has not yet fully lit up, and there are few pedestrians on this street.

This place is full of people at every glance.

There were those who were bold and thick-skinned, and they showed their bodies in a grand manner, or squatting, or standing, or leaning against the door frame, or riding steadily. Or stretch out your neck and stare at the beautiful man in front of the door for a moment. Either copied a piece of oil cake and ate leisurely with a bowl of soy milk, only glancing at Feng Han from time to time.

Those who are timid and thin-skinned have their own remarkable powers, hiding in places that ordinary people can imagine and can't imagine, and secretly rubbing their eyes to look out.

Occasionally, someone whispered. There were two groups of well-wishers, one was popularizing the positions who didn't know the reason for the shift last night, and the other was popularizing the identity of the beautiful man in front of the door to everyone.

Secrets that are not explicitly marked cannot be hidden in the four gates. Wan Wan once sent someone to investigate Feng Han, and the waves that could not be stirred up at that time were surging at this moment.

The events of last night were already very able to arouse the curious little flame in everyone's hearts, and at this moment, knowing that this person had a marriage contract with an adult, the little flame suddenly ignited into a raging fire of gossip.

This building is found temporarily, and there is not much sense of majesty and solemnity, and it is more and more similar to the temperament of the street market by this scene.

The street directly opposite the gate of the government was still cold and quiet, and only Feng Han stood there alone. Early in the morning, the temperature was very cool and pleasant, but she gently shook a folding fan.

Seeing Wan Wan come out, Feng Han immediately let out a warm smile, and there seemed to be a piece of spring in his eyes. The opening even called out the "Sister Awan" to evoke the affectionate and hidden taste of the shares.

Wan Wan felt bad when she boarded - what kind of game did this thing want to play!

The face of Wan Wan on this side has changed, and the face of Feng Han on the other side has also changed. Her face became much more skillful and layered than Wanwan's, with that warm and affectionate tone, showing many kinds of emotions, each of which was so just right and infectious.

Wan Wan took a deep breath and took a few steps in front of Feng Han. Before she could stand still, Feng Han raised his hand and handed her a delicate food box, "No matter how tired you are of me, you must always take care of your body." ”

These words are also very layered, and they successfully deepened the misunderstanding of the onlookers.

I don't know what trick this thing wants to play, so Wan Wan took the food box first, opened the lid and looked inside. The food box is not large, and inside is a fine porcelain soup cup, surrounded by cotton wool to keep warm.

Seeing the soup cup, Wan Wan was slightly stunned.

In the past, Fengqing City would always let people prepare soup for her, in winter it was cold soup, in summer it was heat soup, and when she was busy and anxious, it was clear fire sugar water...... Even when her monthly letter came, he would intimately change the Siwu soup or rose tea. Proper care.

Could it be that Feng Han heard about those past events, so he made a cup of soup. Is this an opportunity to dig a hole or is it hinting at something?

Wan Wan couldn't think of a reason for a while, so she stared at the soup cup for a long time.

Feng Han spoke again: "You sweated a little last night, and you sat in the wind for a long time, so you will inevitably get a little cold." As she spoke, she took out a paper bag from her sleeve, "This soup doesn't taste good, I have plum candy for you." ”

Wan Wan wanted to ask her what kind of pit was holding in this gourd, but there were many eyes and tongues around her. She turned her head and glanced at the group.

Everyone was stunned for a few moments as if they had been hit by the acupuncture points in the same way, and then they all looked elsewhere, either looking at the sky or the ground, and turned around and walked back to the building behind them.

Even though his heart is like a cat scratching and his eyes are full of regret, he walks simply and quickly.

In an instant, only Wan Wan and Feng Han were left in front of the gate, and even the few guarding the door shrank back. In the morning breeze, the two rows of lanterns hanging high outside the door swayed slightly, making them even more empty.

Wan Wan was about to turn her head when she saw a familiar figure walking slowly out of the gate. He leaned silently in front of the door, neither speaking nor looking this way, like an inanimate sculpture.

Ye Yuanchao poked aside, naturally it was still inconvenient to speak.

As long as she is not in the Simen Mansion, the night will follow her like a shadow. She couldn't bring an unknown Feng Han into the Simen Mansion. At this moment, I am afraid that I will not find a chance to ask Qing Fenghan what trick he wants to play.

But even if you have the conditions to ask Feng Han well, I'm afraid you won't be able to tell the truth. Thinking of this, Wan Wan simply didn't think about it, and then looked for the way when the car arrived in front of the mountain.

When she got up in the morning, she didn't get a drop of water, and Wan Wan also felt a little thirsty. Touching the temperature of the soup cup, it was just right. There was a porcelain spoon in the soup cup, and Wan Wan took it out and didn't use it, so she took a sip of the soup cup.

In the next moment, Wan Wan just wanted to spray this soup on Feng Han's face.

How could there be such a bad thing in this world!

Wan Wan took the soup in her mouth, and she didn't swallow it, and she didn't spit it out.

Even if you can't spoil the food, it's hard to swallow it.

Spit, in case Feng Han wants to use this soup to pass something, she spit out the medicine at the moment, and there is no way that the person with a heart will do everything possible to identify some secrets from the residual medicine that fell on the ground.

Wan Wan glared at Feng Han, first pointing to the soup cup in her hand, and then to Feng Han's mouth. The meaning is very obvious, it is to let her drink.

Feng Han had never tasted the taste of this soup, and when she saw that Wan Wan didn't drink the soup with a mouthful of mouth, and motioned for herself to drink it, she thought she understood what she meant.

She didn't think there was something wrong with the soup.

It's just some tonic for nourishment and fertility, and she, as a brother, can still trap her.

Even if there was only one night away at the moment, and his sight was not here, Feng Han still held his attitude for a while. She was stunned at first, then gloomy, and finally pulled out an indescribable smile and said, "You don't believe me? ”

After saying that, she took the soup cup, looked at Wan Wan with fixed eyes, and slowly took a sip of the soup. Her expression was perfect, but she almost broke the moment the soup was entered.

At this moment, Feng Han was also stiff. It's not swallowing that soup, and it's not spitting. There is only one thought in my heart: how can there be such a bad thing in the world!

It's too difficult to swallow, and spitting it out will inevitably damage some of the deliberately created image.

In the moment when Feng Han hesitated, Wan Wan reached out and slapped her jaw with lightning speed. The unpalatable soup slid down Feng Han's throat with such a "grunt".