After eating the broken golden rice, Liang Hongjin accompanied her to clean up the pots and pans that were temporarily used in the palace, and did not take them away.

The chef doesn't open the door, she still has to come to find Wen Mingtang these days, maybe there will be a place to use these guys.

Although Wen Mingtang's house is not big, fortunately, except for a few clothes and a stack of books, there are no objects next to it, because both the treasure shelves and the cabinets are empty, and there is a place to put these things.

Looking at the empty cabinets and the multi-treasure shelves, while moving the pots and pans up, Liang Hongjin couldn't help but say: "It seems that you are not ready to stay here for long, and you have lived for nearly a year, and you have not added any furnishings." ”

When Wen Mingtang heard this, he answered: "I've only stayed for a year, and I don't know if I can stay for a long time...... Besides, you know my preferences, and he doesn't have to be so interested in furnishings or anything. ”

Liang Hongjin heard the words "um", nodded and muttered "yes", after placing the small stove at the bottom of the multi-treasure shelf, he got up and said: "In this way, when it is not settled, it is still the small stove that can be carried around is the most worry-free." ”

Wen Mingtang smiled, lowered his eyes, and looked at the small furnace that had been used for several years.

"So, I still have to have a place where I can settle down completely!" Wen Mingtang looked at the small furnace and couldn't help but sigh.

She wanted to have a house of her own.

This idea is not only shared by the people of Darong today, but also by most people in modern society thousands of years later.

This is probably the longing for home in people's bones, just like trees and leaves want to find roots, and want to have a place to take root.

……

When he came back from the door, the front office of Dali Temple and the middle office were still brightly lit, Wen Mingtang deliberately lightened his steps and went back to wash and rest.

When I woke up the next day, it was already dawn.

Looking at the bright sky outside, Wen Mingtang couldn't help laughing at herself: If this was placed years ago, she would not have had time to do it.

It's probably because of the day and night in the Tangyuan these days, and people are a lot lazy, so they are used to sleeping lazy.

got up and washed up, skillfully put a simple bun on himself, and Wen Mingtang went out of the yard. When passing by the lobby, there were still many officials walking around, and I don't know if it was because of the change of people, or because they rested later than her and got up earlier than her.

Originally, he didn't want to disturb them and left quietly, but when Clinker was about to walk out of the front hall, he still bumped into two errand officers head-on.

"Eh, Master Wen!" When one of the officers saw her, he immediately stopped and said hello.

Wen Mingtang immediately recognized him, it was the errand officer named Tong Zhang, so he nodded and said hello, "Do you like the tea eggs?" ”

Tong Zhang nodded, smiled, a hint of shyness appeared on his delicate face, and said, "I like it, A-Niang still wants me to thank Master Wen!" ”

The errand officer on the side who called Honghuang originally thought that he "didn't exist", but when he heard this, he couldn't help but take his elbow and couldn't help but poke Tong Zhang, squeezed his eyes and smiled: "Auntie also asked a lot of questions about how old Master Wen is and what his temperament is......"

Wen Mingtang would not be unable to understand the verbal hints of this errand officer called Honghuang several times. However, she felt that these had nothing to do with her, that is, Tong Zhang's mother didn't care about her identity as the daughter of a criminal official, and learned that she was Wen Xuance's daughter, and after being targeted by officials like Du Lingmou, she would never put her mind on her anymore.

Because he felt that it was impossible, Wen Mingtang's face was faint, and he only still had a faint smile when he greeted politely, but he didn't hear it. When Hong Huang's words were almost finished, Wen Mingtang prepared to leave under the pretext that he had not eaten the morning food yet, and was going out to eat the morning food.

Clinker, just then, a voice came from behind itself.

"Why are you two standing here? The person in the box is going to go to the Star Picking Tower again. ”

The voice was still as calm as ever, but I don't know if it was an illusion, Wen Mingtang always felt that there seemed to be an indescribable coldness in his tone.

Wen Mingtang raised his head and looked at Lin Fei, the person who spoke out, together with Tong Zhang and Hong Huang, but saw that he was holding a half-eaten sandwich wrapped in oil paper.

Fan Ji's meat sandwich bun is the same meat sandwich bun that Lin Fei snatched from her last time at Tongmingmen, oh no, he took it away.

The chef didn't turn on the fire, so he had to go out to buy and eat, which was a morning meal that Lin Fei specially asked Ping An to queue up to buy.

At this time, seeing the three of them looking at him, Lin Fei's eyes glanced at Tong Zhang and Hong Huang, and the two of them also knew that it was not appropriate to delay at this time, especially Hong Huang's joke just now, so he responded with a "yes" when he heard the words, and then turned around and nodded slightly at Wen Mingtang, and left quickly.

After Tong Zhang and Hong Huang left, they faced Lin Fei. There was no big emotion on that face, it seemed to be no different from usual, but I don't know why, Wen Mingtang still felt a little unhappy with Lin Fei.

I thought he would say a few words to her, but he didn't think about it, he didn't say anything, and turned back to the lobby.

Seeing this, Wen Mingtang paused on the same place, and then raised his feet and walked outside the yamen.

Fang Cai was still thinking about what to buy, and seeing Lin Fei eating the meat bun reminded her that it was not too late, she could go to Fan Ji to line up in front of the door and buy a meat bun as a morning meal or something.

While thinking about the meat sandwich bun, while stepping out of the yamen, Wen Mingtang's mind was not on the body next to him, nor did he see a certain handsome boy who was dressed up under the crooked neck tree outside the yamen.

Yes, until the "handsome boy" suddenly walked to her side and opened his mouth to call "Sister Mingtang", Wen Mingtang was startled, and instinctively reached out to touch his waist.

Fortunately, the soft sword on his waist was cold, and Wen Mingtang, who was grateful, was excited, and he came back to his senses and did not pull out the soft sword and stab it.

After standing still, he raised his eyes to look at the childe who suddenly appeared in front of him...... Wen Mingtang only glanced at him, and his gaze subconsciously avoided him.

Without him, the moment he saw him, Wen Mingtang's mind seemed to be forcibly stuffed into many pictures for a moment, and his head was splitting.

The head hurt so badly that Wen Mingtang didn't care about anything else, only held his forehead, cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead, and the voice of this person's "sister Mingtang" kept ringing in her ears.

After shouting a few times, the voice that was close at hand seemed to echo the many torn pictures in my mind: for a while, this person fanned the folding fan in his hand and said, "Sister Mingtang is the right person to come to Jiangnan, the scenery here is the best"; For a while, this person affectionately said to "her", "You and I have known each other since childhood, and no one can compare to the love of childhood sweethearts, rest assured, Sister Mingtang, I am the only one in my heart, marrying her is just an expedient measure, just to take care of the overall situation"; For a while, I heard this person say, "Sister Mingtang, don't worry, I have arranged everything, although the county lord is as beautiful as a fairy, but he has a poisonous scorpion in his mind, how can you be kind to Sister Mingtang?" I was afraid that you would be poisoned by her if something happened to you, so I thought it would be better to set up a game, and you would fake your death first......"

As soon as the word "fake death" came out, Wen Mingtang's forehead was bruised, and he subconsciously scolded: "Fake your mother's ......" Before the word "death" came out, I heard a loud cheer from not far away.

"In front of the yamen of my Dali Temple, what kind of system does this son have for my chef's master?"

The voice was too cold, cold like a basin of cold water poured down, Wen Mingtang was excited, and his originally dizzy and swollen brain posture suddenly became clear, and when he reacted, he found that Lin Fei was standing at the door of the yamen, still holding the uneaten half of the meat bun in his hand.

His face was not as calm as Fang Cai, but looked at this side with obvious coldness.

And she...... Wen Mingtang subconsciously glanced at herself, she held her forehead, and the "handsome boy" had already helped her arm, intending to pull her hand holding her forehead down.

This action is really "pulling and pulling", and it is not false at all.

(End of chapter)