As the sun set, the afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on the west corner of the east courtyard, and Mo Yan took a coat from the house and draped it over Wen Ye.

"Mo Lang, I've drunk two bowls, and you haven't moved this bowl."

Wen Ye pursed her lips, her eyebrows were furrowed together, she was too strong to drink, her cheeks were dyed red, she was very out of shape at the city gate today, and she was not bad left and right.

"The sideburns want to meet the moon between the eyebrows, and the wine red is on the face."

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth curled and smiled brightly, he raised the wine bowl and drank it all, saying that he was going to accompany him to drink to eliminate his sorrows, but he poured two bowls by himself first.

"Mo Lang is chanting poetry again."

Wen Ye smiled sweetly and drank half a bowl again, drinking and chanting poetry with Mo Yan under the autumn sunset, this is something she dreamed of four years ago, and now it has become a real heart.

"Lychee wine is easy to get on, so you better drink less."

Mo Yan couldn't help but be a little worried when she saw her bowl after bowl, fruit wine is also wine, and she can't be allowed to drink it like this. Wen Ye smiled happily, he really cared about himself, but he still knew the amount of alcohol he had.

"Don't be afraid, I added half a bowl of lychee juice to it."

Wen Ye embarrassedly took out a small wine jug from the bottom of the table, which contained fresh lychee juice, which was a trick she played, and she didn't want Mo Yan to know.

"The Wen family is really wealthy, this lychee is a luxury, a small pot of fresh juice needs to use a whole basket of fresh lychees, and this lychee wine is even more expensive than gold."

Mo Yan held his chin in his hand and smiled, Wen Ye nodded and did not deny it, the true price of lychee wine is better than gold, but the fresh lychee was given to the Hou Mansion by the Holy Lord, and she also borrowed the light to taste it.

To say that the wealth is abundant, the Wen family has been in business for three years and half and has become a tax to fill the treasury, but it is not as rich as the Mo family, a royal relative who has won many military exploits.

"When we got married, I saw that you didn't keep any of the things that were rewarded, so there must be a lot of treasures in the Hou Mansion."

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, went back to the house to get the key to the Hou Mansion's treasury, and raised his hand to put it in front of Wen Ye.

"If you like it, let you take care of it."

"Really? Don't regret it?"

Wen Ye was overjoyed, holding the two keys in her hand and playing with them, with this treasury key and the account book sent by Manager Li, she could know the accounts of the Hou Mansion in the past two years, and if she couldn't make ends meet, she would be prepared in advance.

"First of all, I can't return it since I took it."

Mo Yan smiled and nodded and sat beside her, if he could hold her for a lifetime, he would be willing to take him on him.

"Mo Lang rest assured, you will never be missing in the future for food and clothing, and the IOUs of the gentlemen will also be handled by you."

Wen Ye half-squinted his eyes, his cheeks crimson, and his eyebrows smiled. Three bowls of lychee wine are a little fluctuating, today's alcohol volume is already the upper limit, if you drink another bowl of water, you will fall asleep.

"Don't bother with those IOUs, I have a private treasury that hasn't touched the Hou Mansion."

Mo Yan said lightly, seeing the corners of Wen Ye's mouth slowly rise, blooming like a flower.

"Really?"

Mo Yan nodded seriously, the accounts of the Hou Mansion have always been the responsibility of Manager Li, and his extra money has always come from the private treasury. Before the civil strife in the palace, Mo Yande had a lot of rewards in the palace, including the Empress Dowager and Emperor Yu, at that time, he was both civil and military, and he was a relative of the emperor, and he was in the limelight for a while.

"Mo Lang really has the capital to squander, so wouldn't I get a big bargain."

Wen Ye opened his mouth slightly, sighing more than surprised, he thought that what he had inherited was a mess, but now it seems that the situation is not so bad.

"Well, how do you thank me?"

Mo Yan raised an eyebrow and slowly approached her, his deep eyes fixed on her lips. Wen Ye immediately understood, took the initiative to step forward, and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"No more."

Wen Ye lifted the hem of her skirt and ran out of the courtyard shyly, the cool evening breeze blew, and Wen Ye, who was originally slightly drunk, woke up most of the time. She pinched the key in her hand, confirmed what had just happened, and stopped to look back, just in time to collide with the evening light from which the cloak had been delivered

Bosom.

"Master, have you been drinking?"

Wen Ye nodded, her cheeks flushed, her body swayed slightly, but her mind was clear, and it was obvious that this was her slightly drunken state.

"But I got this."

Wen Ye shook the key in his hand, and when he looked at it, he saw that an ordinary hemp rope was tied to two silver fish-patterned keys.

"Silver Key?"

The two tacitly covered their snickers, but they didn't expect that the key to the warehouse they had been thinking about was so easy to get their hands on.

"The master is the real hostess of the Hou Mansion, these bowls of wine are worth drinking, you are really scheming."

"No, don't talk nonsense!"

Wen Ye laughed angrily, stretched out his hand to push away the evening photo beside him, and the sound of the two laughing faintly reached the east courtyard.

"Is that all that fun? Give her better."

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth curled, and he picked up the coat that fell to the ground and entered the house. He took off his coat and lay on the bed, unconsciously licking the lip prints she had left. It's not bad that she took the initiative to kiss today, it seems that the two of them will have to drink more and talk about their hearts in the future, according to the current trend, the next step of the two's progress is just around the corner.

The next day was about to pass, but the sun rose to the old high house but there was no movement, and the evening light gently pushed open the door, and the sleeping Wen Ye on the bed did not have the slightest intention of getting up.

"Master, the Empress Dowager sent someone to pass the word......

"The Empress Dowager!"

Wen Ye opened her eyes suddenly, she was too excited last night, and she couldn't sleep even after lighting the soothing incense, but she didn't expect that something was wrong. Wanzhao and Xiaochun quickly dressed up Wen Ye, and hurried to the east courtyard.

Seeing Mo Yan's door open, Wen Ye bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment and stepped in.

"Molang, it's morning!"

Wen Ye squeezed out an ugly smile, Mo Yan had just put on his clothes and sat in front of the mirror, and a white and pure servant was bowing his body and tying his hair.

"Is it early? I ate the porridge on the table."

Mo Yan's expression was faint, and his words were slightly tough, and the little servant was startled and the comb almost fell to the ground.

Wen Ye obediently sat at the table eating porridge, and glanced at Mo Yan in front of his glasses intentionally or unintentionally. A head of silver hair was loosely draped over his shoulders, which was obviously carefully groomed on weekdays, and the servant skillfully combed his hair, but his expression was very nervous.

The little servant had never seen the white hair like snow in the year of the crown, and when he saw Mo Yan's cold as frost, he was really frightened, and just as he was thinking, the hand holding the comb tore off a few silver hairs.

"You go down."

Mo Yan had a gloomy face, snatched the comb from the servant's hand, and waved his hand impatiently to let him out. The servant pressed his head very low and withdrew with tears in his eyes.

Wen Ye was slightly stunned, quickly swallowed half a bowl of porridge water, took out the silk towel in his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and strode behind Mo Yan.

"Mo Lang, are you alright?"

Mo Yan smiled faintly, in the final analysis, this matter is all thanks to her, but since she is here, there is no need to worry.

"Tie my hair, don't say no! The best manservant with the best hair tied up went to the lake with the new embroidery girl, and since Mr. Li summoned some women into the mansion, all the people in the mansion were in chaos."

Wen Ye pursed his lips and smiled, took the comb and skillfully smoothed his hair. I don't know if what he said just now, whether he was chatting with himself or whining, no matter what it was, it wasn't like something that Mo Yan could say.

"I think it's pretty good."

Wen Yewan smiled, looked at the handsome Mo Yan in the mirror, and the hand holding the comb stopped unconsciously. This Hou Mansion has become more and more humane, and even his words have increased a lot recently, which are all changes after she entered the mansion.

"What are the three ladies looking at, so fascinated?"

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth were hooked, and he raised his hand to tap the tip of her nose, and her daze made him so excited, it seemed that he was really hopeless.

"Mo Lang is good-looking, and these three thousand silver threads are also exceptionally smooth, and they are really like silver threads."

Wen Ye remembered the purpose of coming and asked Mo Yan to enter the palace with him for dinner. The Empress Dowager sent a message to let the two of them enter the palace for lunch, but Mo Yan did not reply for a long time, and Wanzhao woke Wen Ye up in a hurry.

"Shang Ke, thank you for the love."

Wen Ye smiled slightly, neatly tied up Mo Yan's hair crown, and stood behind him with a smile.

"I want to ask you something."

Wen Ye didn't want to miss this opportunity to enter the palace, she still wanted to enter the palace to meet Emperor Yan, so today was a rare opportunity, I was afraid that Mo Yan would not agree, the two had just become married, if he didn't go alone, it would inevitably be true.

"Enter the palace?"

Mo Yan asked casually, and Wen Ye immediately became excited, it turned out that he didn't care about this matter at all.

"Mo Lang agreed?"

Mo Yan did not deny that the two had been married for a while, and the Empress Dowager was looking forward to the two entering the palace, and now she has returned to Beijing for a few days, and she is afraid that she will not be able to sit still.

"How?"

Wen Ye knew that Mo Yan did it casually, and she didn't want to change anything because of marrying her, since she mentioned it according to the Empress Dowager's wishes, as for whether to go or not, it all depended on his mood.

"Naturally, I want to go, and I have to personally thank her old man for choosing a good lady for me."

Mo Yan stood up as he spoke, took her hand, and kissed her lightly on the face. Wen Ye showed his face in an instant, and the two left the mansion side by side, driving towards the palace in a carriage.

The wheels slowly stopped, and the solemn palace gate was in front of him, Wen Ye grabbed Mo Yan's sleeve and told again.

"Let's talk about it first, the imperial grandmother only knew my identity after the palace banquet, you are not allowed to say something unclear, the palace people are too talkative, you have to restrain your words and deeds. Also, after lunch, Mo Lang will go back first, I will go to see the Holy Lord today, and I will come back after a few words, and I will come in another carriage in the evening."

"Okay."

Mo Yan smiled faintly, she had said it many times in the carriage, and he naturally understood it very clearly.

"By the way, when did Mo Lang find out my identity?"

Wen Ye's sudden question made Mo Yan's heart tighten, if she knew that she was also recognized at a glance at the palace banquet, and treated her so indifferently and ruthlessly, she would definitely make a big noise, and now is really not the time.

"Won't it be a banquet at the palace......

"It's important to enter the palace, and I'll tell you slowly in the future."

Mo Yan interrupted Wen Ye's words weakly, it seemed that he couldn't hide it for long, and he still had to find a chance to confess.