"Master, it's time to the capital!"

Wen Ye replied with a half-squinted eyelid, closed his eyelids and dozed off. Wanzhao pursed his lips and jumped out of the carriage alone, and saw a man in a blue wide robe and long shirt standing in front of the horse at the gate of the city, and he was so graceful and high-spirited that people couldn't help but take a few more looks. She looked at it very familiarly, this white-haired and jade-crowned handsome boy, isn't this the little Marquis Mo?

"Master, if you don't get out of the car again, you'll really regret it! The little marquis is ...... today O Nyo Pan'an."

Wanzhao thought about it, and it was true that people relied on clothes, no wonder the master would be fascinated by him.

"Evening light!"

Bi Xiao beside her let out a low roar, instantly extinguishing the high mood of the evening light, and she turned her head to face the handsome face of the clear sky and Tieqing. She was slightly stunned at first, and then raised her little face and turned away nonchalantly, secretly unhappy in her heart: although the young master is not bad-looking, his mouth is not too stupid, and he is too sincere in doing things, and the most important thing is to make the master cry, which is unforgivable!

"Molang?"

Wen Ye got out of the carriage and looked at it, it was really him, she subconsciously covered her heart, and she was very panicked!

"Evening light, this is the gate of the city, don't lose your manners."

"Okay."

Wanzhao grinned, seeing that she looked like she was waiting for battle, and the displeasure in her heart for the clear sky was swept away.

"Three ladies, I'll take you home!"

Mo Yan led the horse and happily stepped forward, Wen Ye's eyes were moist in an instant, and he hurriedly covered half of his face with the fan in his hand, his greeting out of the city was too surprising.

"I'm sorry for the rush this time."

Mo Yan apologized apologetically, threw down the reins in his hand, wrapped his hands around her, and Wen Ye struggled hard, and his emotions were a little out of control.

"Molang! You are so ruthless, you left without saying a word, and you can't even leave a word?"

Wen Ye raised his hand and hit him on the chest, and the grievances and grievances accumulated all the way were touched, and the fan fell to the ground in two lines of tears.

"I promise, I won't say goodbye again."

Mo Yan was distressed when he saw her crying, so he took her in his arms, gently brushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and kissed her forehead and cheeks.

"This is the gate of the city, let me go."

Wen Ye blushed instantly shyly, originally she also reminded Wanzhao not to lose her manners, but she was the most unruly, after all, all your thoughts can't be hidden in front of the person you like, he will unconsciously involve your emotions and force you to reveal your truest self in front of him.

"Shy? My own wife, I don't break the law!"

Mo Yan Zhanyan hugged her closer, for fear that she would escape. Three years ago, she was a noble third princess with bright eyes and bright teeth, as delicate as a peony, and three years later she was a bold and refined businessman's daughter, whose speech and demeanor revealed a chic and casual businessman's daughter, and now she is a delicate little lady shrinking in his arms.

Bi Xiao had already led the guards to surround the two, and the clear sky stood at the front with a look of no one to disturb, and there were still many people passing by looking sideways.

"Master, the gates are closing."

After Wan Zhao finished speaking, she smiled embarrassedly, turned over and got on the horse, and sighed secretly in her heart: It's been almost half an hour, these two people can really be crooked, not to mention the loss of etiquette, she was out of shape just now.

"Let's go, come back to the house."

Mo Yan let go of her hand and let her go, raised her hand to tap the tip of her nose, and pulled her jade hand to send her to the carriage.

"I haven't forgiven you yet!"

Wen Ye shook off his hand angrily, pouted and didn't get into the carriage, just forgive him so easily, he was too shameless.

"Mo Lang apologized to the third lady!"

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth curled, and he bowed his hand, he was going to do this, it seemed that this time she was very angry with herself.

"Get up quickly, how can anyone salute his wife in public."

Wen Ye hurriedly pulled Mo Yan's sleeve, Mo Yan stood up and raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile.

"Relieving?"

"Nasty!"

Wen Ye's face was full of sneers, long

There were still tears on their eyelashes, and their big eyes were very cute and cute, and the two of them laughed and got into the carriage one after the other.

The carriage stopped steadily at the gate of the Chengyang Marquis's Mansion, Manager Li led his subordinates to line up to greet him, and Mo Yan got out of the carriage with Wen Ye, who was full of shyness, and headed for the west courtyard.

Wanzhao breathed a sigh of relief and told Xiaochun to be smart, went out of the back door of the Hou Mansion as usual, and rode his horse to Xinghua Village in the south of the city.

"The shopkeeper, the daughter of the altar is red."

Wanzhao took out the money bag and slapped it on the table, she didn't smell the fragrance of wine in January, she missed it very much, she must not get drunk today.

"Is one jar enough?"

Qingtian sat down opposite with a sincere face, lifted a jar of daughter red and poured the wine bowl full, raised his hand to push it in front of Wanzhao, and then brought a plate of pig's head meat and a few side dishes.

"Don't be busy!"

Wanzhao's face is hard to look at, and the clear sky is waiting for her in Xinghua Village, no wonder he disappeared when he entered the city.

"You're still mad at me?"

Seeing that she was drinking and ignoring people, Qingtian grabbed her hair and asked tentatively, Wanzhao took a sip of wine and glanced at him, and replied angrily.

"I don't dare, you are the little marquis's person, and I will rely on your snort to live in the future."

"Zhao'er!"

Qingtian was in a hurry for a moment, and stood up abruptly and grabbed Wanzhao's hands. Wanzhao looked at the clear sky in dismay, the eyebrows in front of his forehead were tightly wrinkled together, he was no longer the carefree teenager, his deep eyes were a little more melancholy, she came back to her senses and broke free of the clear sky's clenched hands.

"The young master has something to say, don't pull it."

"Zhao'er, how can you get rid of your anger?"

Qingtian was helpless for a while, and he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head very frustratedly, which made Wanzhao a little unbearable. In fact, she is no longer angry, the master has been coaxed by the little marquis, she naturally no longer complains about the clear sky, she just wants to see how stupid he looks when he coaxes himself, which is very interesting.

"Drink with me, and I'll forgive you if you win."

Wanzhao pushed the wine bowl over, and Qingtian hesitated, but still didn't hold it.

"I promised you to quit drinking, and you should drink less."

After Qingkong finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave, he knew that with the amount of alcohol he drank on weekdays, even if he went out to fight with Wanzhao, he still had no chance of winning.

"Sit down! You watch me drink."

Wan Zhao couldn't stop laughing when she saw him deflated, this was the first time she had held back for so long, and it was a good thing to be coaxed by him.

"You're deliberately tricking me? Very good!"

Qingtian was indignant, raised her hand and drank the wine bowl in front of her, Wanzhao grinned, her teeth and lips were bright and pure, she hurriedly put down her body and added wine to him as an aparation.

"Don't be angry, Zhao'er has apologized to Xiang Lang!"

After Wanzhao finished punishing herself three glasses, Qingkong waved her hand and didn't want to be like her, instead of being angry with each other, it was better to drink and eat meat and enjoy this rare peaceful birthday.

Wen Ye entered Beijing for some time, and Emperor Yan only sent the Imperial City Division to meet with Bi Xiao, and he has not mentioned the matter of calling her into the palace, which makes Wen Ye's heart very uneasy.

"I haven't entered the palace for four days after entering Beijing, what does the Holy One mean?"

Wen Ye muttered to herself, her cheeks condensed, and thoughtfully, Mo Yan stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"Your heart is unpredictable, what do I want."

Ordinary people can't guess the emperor's thoughts, and if they don't have a long-term concern, they will have near-term worries, and they have a mentality and strategy beyond ordinary people. And right and wrong, often only in the emperor's thoughts, guessing right is ill-intentioned, guessing wrong is ulterior motives.

"Mo Lang, Emperor Yan has summoned you?"

Mo Yan hesitated and shook her head, if a small deception could make her feel at ease, it would be worth settling accounts with him in the future.

"If there is really such a day, I hope you and I can be like the birds in the forest.....

Wen Ye sighed softly and didn't continue, she now has too much love from Mo Yan, and she is starting to suffer from gains and losses.

"Do you want to fly?"

Mo Yan had a serious face, if there was really such a day, he would definitely fight

Do your best to protect her.

"Can you do it?"

Wen Ye pursed his lips and shook his head, Mo Yan chuckled, leaned over her forehead and kissed her hard, and gently hugged her into his arms.

"I, the little marquis of the Chengyang Hou Mansion, can still protect you, the third princess."

"Don't say the three words of Little Marquis, you are you, not anyone's accessory."

Wen Ye raised her hand and pinched his tall nose, she really shouldn't be thinking nonsense, if it was really the saint who was too busy with affairs, wouldn't she be worried in vain for so long.

"It's okay, I think this title is still somewhat useful recently, but I like it, what does the princess think?"

Mo Yan leaned over and whispered softly in her ear, the snort lingering in her ear, and Wen Ye blushed and reproached.

"Mo Lang, you really don't have a serious word!"

"Little Marquis."

Clear Sky's words interrupted the conversation between the two, and Mo Yan touched her chin dotingly, got up and walked with Clear Sky to the east courtyard.

"Little Marquis, someone from the Imperial City Division has been here."

Mo Yan stopped, and the two stood in the garden of the east courtyard, Qingkong stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and whispered in his ear.

"The matter of stone grease is definitely the work of Qin Ying, the guard of Youzhou County."

"What I told you last time, let's do it."

Mo Yan rubbed his eyebrows, although he knew the result in his heart, he had prepared for the worst.

"Yes."

Clear Sky led the order to retreat, Mo Yan fell on the rattan chair in the courtyard in a daze, this matter is too confidential to let anyone with a heart hear, the fewer people know, the safer.

The autumn breeze at night was a little cool, and I was in a hurry just now, and I don't know if Wen Ye had added a shirt. Mo Yan was thinking about it, a delicate voice came from behind him, Mo Yan smiled and turned around, yes, it was Wen Ye.

"Feeling bad?"

Wen Ye didn't know when she entered the East Courtyard, she found that after Mo Yan came back from the desert, he was always stunned alone, I don't know why he was worried?

The disappearance of the caravan was done by the spies of Jing Pingguo, although it could not be eradicated, it was better to find out the truth of the matter, Zhizhou would also take more precautions, the groundwater in the ancient city of Shuofang was also discovered, and the road through the caravan also avoided the place where it disappeared before, which was already the best solution at the moment.

"No, it's just a little tired."

Mo Yan made an excuse at random, Wen Ye was not the slightest bit depressed, only to walk up to Mo Yan with a smile and take out a sealed white porcelain wine jar from behind him.

"Drinking? I brew my own purple clothes, which are aged for two years."

Mo Yan smiled and nodded, how could he refuse what was sent to his mouth. She's really special, she actually makes wine, and it seems that she needs to spend more time getting to know her well.

Wen Ye opened the wine seal, and the unique fragrance of lychee wine came to her nose, which instantly aroused her taste buds, and she hurriedly poured it into the bowl and took a sip.

"It's so fragrant, you can taste it!"

Mo Yan took the wine bowl, the amber liquor, the rich aroma, the soft taste, it was really good.