Qingtian is still wearing a pale blue round-necked four-jacket robe today, but he does not tie his wrists or arm guards, and he does not bring a sword, only a short knife pinned to his waist.

"You wear a sword? The capital is not so peaceful, and the safety of the master is the top priority! ”

The evening light is still that puffing out, and her lower lip is about to be bitten by her. Clear Sky turned his face sideways to see her eating, and the corners of his mouth rose with joy. If the two can really get married in the future, she will naturally not object, but I don't know when she will really be willing?

"What are you laughing at? Look at you so don't be complacent, are you always targeted by the little lady? Why don't you see the sun on your face every day, a big man's skin is fairer than mine, I see you go out with a hat in the future, and cover your face like the master! And your waist is too thin, why is the belt so tight, are you trying to seduce anyone? ”

"Then you can help me loosen it up."

Qingkong held back a smile and stretched out his hand, the strap around his waist fell, and he raised his hand and stuffed it into Wanzhao's arms. Wanzhao subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and was very puzzled by what he was doing, how could he still take it seriously when he was just angry.

"Didn't you say that men and women don't kiss?"

Clear Sky smiled, took a step forward, raised his arms, and looked down at her. The words have been said and there is no way to stalemate and blame Wanzhao for losing his temper and calming down and standing on tiptoe to help him fasten his belt, the two are too close Her nose gently brushed Qingtian's chin, and Wanzhao took a step back meaningfully.

"You're different, aren't we about to get married?"

Clear Sky leaned over and whispered in her ear, a smile that couldn't be hidden at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to wrap his hand around her waist.

"Messing around, you don't fool me!"

Wanzhao pursed her lips and glared at him, quickly pushed him away, and turned around to walk towards Qingfeng Tower, her reddened earlobes were like two cherries hanging on green branches, which were extremely attractive.

"The peach pill is more round, and the light touch will be broken."

Qingkong muttered and followed, really wanting to hold her in his arms and taste the taste, but he was afraid that he would not be able to control it, so he still took it back with his outstretched hand.

At this time, Wen Ye was having dinner with Mo Yan in Qingfeng Building, Mo Yan was leaning against the window drinking tea, and a gust of wind blew into the window of the private room on the second floor, and his silver hair was gently blown by the wind like an immortal. Wen Ye looked at him in a trance, and couldn't tell whether it was real or a dream for a while, if it was in a dream, she would never wake up for the rest of her life.

"It's going to rain, send you back."

Mo Yan raised his eyes to meet her eyes, and after a brief look at each other, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he got up and took off his coat and draped it on Wen Ye.

"I'll call a carriage, and you'll wait for me at the door."

Mo Yan went downstairs with a smile, Wen Ye came to his senses, buried his hot cheeks deep in his hands, calmed down for a moment and resumed his usual grace, lifted his clothes and slowly went downstairs.

The drizzle had already fallen, and the vendors hurriedly packed their things, ready to end the day's hard work early, Wen Ye stood under the eaves looking for Mo Yan's figure.

A carriage drove slowly, the gilt engraved gold and silver patterns on the carriage were very chic, a gentle and elegant boy in Tsing Yi poked his head out of the window, and the carriage stopped steadily at the door of Qingfeng Building.

"Three girls! It's really you, and I'm not mistaken. ”

"Brother, you have entered Beijing."

Wen Ye looked up at Wen Yan who got off the carriage, and was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Wen Yan to come so quickly, and she hadn't figured out how to explain the marriage to him.

Wen Ye has been in Beijing for less than two months, and he married himself without consulting the Wen family, and this matter is still a letter from Wen Jian to Qiongzhou, how can this matter be his own. Although she has always been a brother and sister to Wen Yan, she still has some debt to him in her heart.

"You've lost weight, are you hurt?"

Wen Yan couldn't suppress the thoughts in his heart, Wen Ye hadn't left him for so long in the past three years, which made him very anxious, and Wen Jian's letter couldn't make him feel at ease, so he rushed over as soon as he heard about Youzhou.

"I'm fine, did my brother receive a letter from my second brother?"

Wen Ye pursed her lips with lowered eyes, calculating the distance between Qiongzhou and the capital, presumably Wen Yan did not receive the letter from her and Mo Yan to marry next month, and she didn't know how to tell her at the moment. Wen Yan saw that Wen Ye was uncomfortable, and hurriedly explained.

"I received it a long time ago, the second brother said that you went to Youzhou, I rushed here in a hurry, and I was relieved to see you return to Beijing."

Wen Ye lowered his head and watched the puddles gradually accumulate on the street, and tightened the coat on his body.

"Brother, there's something you may not know yet......

In the drizzle, Mo Yan got out of the carriage with an umbrella, and saw Wen Ye talking with a man in green clothes under the eaves from a distance. He frowned slightly, then smiled, opened the umbrella and walked slowly behind her, his slender fingers gently running through her waist, holding her wrist, and leading her under the umbrella.

"It's raining, be careful of catching a cold."

Wen Ye shrank down unexpectedly, but when she looked back, she saw Mo Yan looking at her affectionately, which made her feel a little relieved, and generously introduced Mo Yan to Wen Yan.

"Brother, this is the little Marquis Mo, he will send me back, let's go back to the house."

"Farewell."

Mo Yan said goodbye and nodded slightly, held up an oil-paper umbrella to cover the drizzle, and gently grabbed Wen Ye's waist and walked with her. Wen Yan hurriedly got into the carriage, and his body collapsed into the carriage, and thousands of thoughts converged into a "broken" word.

"The drizzle is soft and tender, and if the rain is affectionate, it is difficult to walk. The breeze does not understand the coolness of autumn, and welcomes the autumn rain lightly. ”

Wen Yan smiled bitterly, always thinking that she was puzzled by the amorous feelings, and it turned out that he was the one who spoiled the scenery. The man's coat on Wen Ye's body said it all, but he still didn't want to believe this fact, until Mo Yan appeared in front of him as if he declared his belonging, which made him really die.

In the spacious carriage, Wen Ye looked at the rain outside the window worriedly, since getting on the car, Mo Yan has been lowering his eyes and having a cold face, looking like a person who should not be disturbed, which is very different from today's enthusiastic him.

"I'm here, thank you for your hospitality today."

The carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the Wen Mansion, and Wen Ye lifted the curtain and got up to leave.

"Third Miss, don't you want me to come in and sit down?"

Mo Yan's words were faint, and he couldn't hear the joy and anger, Wen Ye turned around and sat down and shook his head and replied.

"It's not very convenient."

Mo Yan clenched his hands tightly, his face was slightly angry, Wen Ye frowned and didn't know what he meant, there was no elder brother in the mansion, and it was inconvenient for the woman who had not left the pavilion to meet guests alone at home.

"That Mr. Wen, can I wait for you in the mansion?"

Wen Yewan smiled, it seems that Mo Yan's indifference all the way is because of this, and she has not introduced the situation at home for him, it is indeed her negligence.

"The man I met just now is my brother, and he came to the capital from Qiongzhou to see me off. I am the third in the Wen family, the eldest brother in the family Wen Yan, Zi Ziyu, the second brother Wen Jian, the word selection, the fourth brother Wen Chen is thirteen ...... this year"

Wen Ye told the story of the Wen family, and Mo Yan's expression softened a little, but he threw new questions at her.

"Why don't the two brothers take wives?"

"This ......"

Wen Ye couldn't answer for a while, Mo Yanwei didn't continue to ask about it, and asked her another question.

"Do they know about your marriage?"

"Of course."

Wen Ye replied without any hesitation, now that the Wen family really knows, she didn't lie and deceive people, but Mo Yan didn't seem to be satisfied with her answer.

"Let me ask you again, do you know if you are married?"

"I asked my second brother to write a letter to his hometown, and he naturally knew."

Wen Ye explained again, which completely angered the indignant Mo Yan.

"Good, get out!"

Wen Ye couldn't believe that such rude words were actually uttered by Mo Yan himself, how well they got along today, why did they become like this when they met Wen Yan?

"Do you have any misunderstanding about me?"

Mo Yan was so angry that he turned his face away, lowered his head and closed his eyes and didn't look at her, Wen Ye was extremely aggrieved, lifted the curtain, jumped out of the carriage and ran into the mansion.

"A liar is a little liar who tells a lot of lies!"

Mo Yan roared in a low voice, punching through the board under the car, and the pain in his hand could not reduce the anger in the slightest. I deceived him three years ago, and now I have deceived him to marry and admit it, why is there no truth until now, is he a fool? Can't Wen Ye see that Wen Yan is infatuated with her?

Three years ago, the two of them were childhood sweethearts, and in the past three years, the two "brother and sister" have gotten along with each other day and night, if they are really together, he also admits it, and now he is running to the capital to marry him, and now he is not telling the truth, in front of him, "brother brother" called close, this is to take his heart on the fire to roast!

"Master, if you open the door, you will catch a cold in wet clothes."

Wen Ye curled up on the cold ground, she buried her head in her chest, her arms tightly wrapped around herself, her shoulders trembled slightly, she didn't know how to get his heart, the sincere treatment of the "two lives" could not be exchanged for a trace of his love.

"Looking at the master like that, my heart is going to hurt to death, Mo Yan is a bastard!"

Wanzhao sat paralyzed in front of the door and cried silently, she felt sorry for her master's body, and even more distressed for her master's sincerity.

"Don't cry, wipe it."

Qingkong squatted on the ground to accompany the evening photo, handed over the silk scarf in his arms, and kept saying everything that could comfort her.

"He's a bastard, he's just underwhelmed."

Wanzhao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her backhand, stared at the clear sky and looked at it, and broke into laughter.

"If you go and beat him, he won't be able to beat you."

Qingkong raised his eyebrows, thinking that Wanzhao was joking, and Wanzhao took the silk scarf in his hand and nodded heavily.

"It's good if you don't cry, I'll go to Chengyang Hou's Mansion."

Qingtian agreed, and with the help of the big tree in the courtyard, he jumped out of the Wen Mansion. Xiaochun entered the courtyard with a bowl of ginger soup, and when he saw this scene, he immediately panicked.

"Sister Wanzhao, this is not good."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Wan Zhao grinned after speaking, he was very relieved, took the ginger soup in his hand, looked at Xiaochun and then at the door, Xiaochun immediately understood, and shouted while knocking on the door.

"Miss, open the door quickly, the evening light instructed the clear sky to fight the little marquis!"

"Wanzhao, you are messing around!"

Wen Ye stopped crying, and after a while, the door was opened from the inside, and the two people outside the door immediately rushed in, and then closed the door and latched it.