"Master, when are we going to come back to Lin'an?"

Shen Mingnan made a move, Lin'an, the capital city, had been in Luohua Village for too long, and he almost forgot that there were still a lot of things waiting for him to do in the capital.

But......

Shen Mingnan wiped his hands with a snow-white brocade handkerchief, and said with a light face: "Don't worry."

Yan Yuan scratched his head, "But the old lady sent someone to Qiyuan Mountain to find you." ”

Shen Mingnan groaned, found a piece of rice paper, took a pen and wrote a few paragraphs in ink, folded it and handed it to Yanyuan, "Send someone to send this letter to grandmother." ”

Yan Yuan took it, put it close to him, and continued: "Miss Nanjia was put back to Bofu by the prince, but now everyone in Lin'an City knows that Miss Nanjia is the prince's person."

After speaking, he carefully looked at Shen Mingnan's face, and in his impression, the master of his family was different from Yao Nanjia of Yong'an Bo Mansion.

He thought she would be their mistress, but he didn't expect it to happen.

When he was in the capital, with their master there, the prince didn't dare to be too blatant.

Unexpectedly, his master only came out for a short time, and there was already a grass on his head.

When it came to Yao Nanjia, Shen Mingnan's expression did not change much, and he was always so casual that he didn't take anything to heart.

He said in a low voice, "I said he wouldn't succeed."

Yan Yuan thought that his master was angry, and he didn't dare to say anything for a moment.

He thought of another thing, he took out a note from his sleeve and handed it to Shen Mingnan, "Master, this is what Yu Huai asked me to hand over to you, one of the mountain bandits you asked to bury has confessed." ”

Shen Mingnan took it and looked at it, his dark eyes darkened slightly, and asked, "Is the person still there?"

Yan Yuan nodded, "It's still there, waiting for your master." ”

The corners of Shen Mingnan's mouth hooked slightly, "Let's keep it for now." ”

Seeing that the matter was over, Yan Yuan's mind couldn't help but come alive, and he didn't know if Miss Huiwei had done anything delicious in the past few days when he was gone!

In the past few days, he has lost weight by eating steamed bread and pickles in Zhenyuan County.

He looked at his master and asked in a low voice, "Master, can I go out and have a look?"

Shen Mingnan lifted his eyes, his dark eyes calm, "What are you looking at?" ”

Under his cold look, Yeonwon suddenly didn't dare to say anything.

He decided to slip away first, "It's nothing, my subordinates retired first." ”

After Yan Yuan left, Shen Mingnan looked at the golden and attractive osmanthus cake on the plate.

He twisted one and gently pinched the pastry and shattered it into powder in the palm of his hand.

He looked at his palm, the sticky sensation making him uncomfortable.

It turns out that good-looking snacks can also stain people.

As soon as Zhao Huiwei came in, he saw Shen Mingnan looking at his palms in a daze, and there were a lot of broken dim sum dregs on the ground.

“？？？” This person is really hopeless, how old a person is and still plays with snacks, and he makes the ground all over the place, and he is more disobedient than elementary school chickens.

The corner of her forehead slid down the black line, "Childe, snacks are for eating, not wasted!" ”

Hearing the voice, Shen Mingnan raised his eyes, and the little village girl looked at him with an unhappy face, with accusations in her eyes.

Shen Mingnan didn't reply, but pointed to his palm, and said to Zhao Huiwei: "Benefactor, the dim sum has stained my hand."

...... "If you don't play with dim sum, your hands shouldn't get dirty!"

Zhao Huiwei stepped forward, and there were some fine scumbags of dim sum in his white and slender palms.

It doesn't make people feel dirty, but has an indescribable beauty.

Zhao Huiwei took out his cotton handkerchief from his arms, grabbed his hand and rubbed it vigorously, until his palms were red, and then said to Shen Mingnan with satisfaction: "Oh, it's clean."

Then he took the opportunity to educate, "Childe can't play with dim sum like this next time, the dim sum scum is too broken, and it will be troublesome to sweep the floor." ”

Shen Mingnan held his palm lightly, his black eyes seemed to smile, and he said perfunctorily: "Got it."

Zhao Huiwei looked at him for a moment, making sure that this person was still unrepentant, so she turned around to get a broom and cleaned the room resignedly, and by the way, she also took the rest of the pastries away, lest someone reach out again.

When carrying it, Zhao Huiwei also secretly ate one, sweet and delicious, but where did he get the snacks?

Night fell quickly, and the cool evening breeze took away the heat of the day.

Zhao Huiwei, who had already taken a bath, was sitting in the courtyard at the moment, letting the wind dry her hair.

She looked up at the night sky, the moonlight was bright, and there were a few stars twinkling around her, and it was difficult to see such bright stars in the heavily polluted environment of later generations.

If you have some snacks at this time, it would be nice to have a glass of sweet but not drunken fruit wine.

In this situation, she wants to compose a poem.

It's just that I've been searching in my mind for a long time, and I can't think of the right one.

After sitting for a while, when her hair was almost dry, she yawned and went back to the house.

When I passed by Shen Mingnan's room, I found that there was still a pale yellow candlelight from the crack in the door.

Zhao Huiwei paused, raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door, "Childe, rest early." ”

It took a long time before I heard his cold and low voice, "Got it." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Huiwei didn't care about him anymore, stretched his waist and walked to his room, lying on the bed and falling asleep directly.