"Girl, it's time to drink the medicine."

When the spirit fruit came with the black medicinal juice again, Wen Mianmian suddenly tensed, she was now afraid of this girl, and shouted three times a day: Girl, it's time to drink the medicine.

Every time I shout, I think of 'Da Lang', and I have a feeling that I can't wake up after drinking it.

Seeing that the red light on the spirit fruit's head was still there, she was almost sure that her eyes could be lucky, and as for whether there were other uses, she didn't know for the time being.

Is this compensation for pulling her to fill the hole?

Seeing that she was going to pretend to be asleep again to avoid drinking the medicine, Lingguo put down the medicine bowl and stepped forward with a smile to persuade her: "Girl, if you want to sleep again, the doctor will think that you are not doing well, and you will continue to take medicine." ”

Wen Mianmian opened her eyelids and rolled her eyes silently, "The house doctor doesn't know what kind of illness I have, and I still have to prescribe a prescription for what I do, so I won't drink it." ”

As he was talking, the voice of greeting was heard outside the door, and in a blink of an eye, a well-proportioned and slender young man with a handsome and sunny face walked in.

"Sister, do you want to play tricks and not take medicine again?"

It was Wen Mianmian's brother, Wen Lingxiao.

Wen Lingxiao is seventeen this year, born handsome and sunny, with a bee waist and ape back, and a crane mantis, belonging to the appearance that can fascinate the little girl at a glance, and he followed his father to fight in the Quartet at a young age, and now he has military merits and is a five-grade mighty general.

The handsome man is eye-catching, even if this person is his own brother, there is a faint cloud above his head, and he does not delay Wen Mianmian looking at him beautifully, "Brother, you see how good I am now, okay if I don't take medicine?" ”

Wen Lingxiao saw that she was really cheating, and shook her head helplessly, "My brother bought you jade candy, and you can have a sweet mouth after drinking the medicine, this is the last bowl of medicine, you have to be obedient." ”

Before Wen Mianmian could continue to struggle, the medicine bowl had already been delivered to her mouth, and then her chin was pinched, and the medicine juice went down her throat.

"Ahem! Ahem! ”

Wen Mianmian's eyes were full of tears, and just as she was about to speak, a cool and sweet candy came to her mouth again, and she wiped away her tears indiscriminately, "Brother, you really have such a white face." ”

What a good-looking person, behaving so rudely, "You won't find your sister-in-law in the future." ”

Not gentle at all.

Wen Lingxiao raised his sword eyebrows slightly, he felt that his movements just now were already very gentle, and he didn't make a red mark on his sister's chin.

But his sister denounced him, and he had to be lighter in the future, and thinking that his sister was going to get married, he said softly:

"King Annan has not returned from going out last month, and the Ministry of Rites is already preparing to hire and wait for the ceremony, and the etiquette of waiting for him to come back is about to go."

Wen Mianmian sat cross-legged on the bed and asked helplessly, "Am I really the sixth prince I want to marry?" ”

God, she's only thirteen years old.

Wen Lingxiao was a little distressed, their father and son had already discussed this matter, and they really couldn't regret their marriage, first, the imperial power did not allow them to provoke; Second, what if my sister falls unconscious inexplicably after repenting of marriage?

They can't afford to gamble.

"The sixth prince is now the king of Annan, and he lives next door to us, and when he gets the opportunity, the eldest brother will consult with him to see if he can open up the courtyard walls of the two families, so you just change rooms to live in, don't worry."

Having said that, Wen Mianmian could only nod, anyway, she was still young, and she just changed rooms to live in.

Seeing that her eyes kept glancing at her head, Wen Lingxiao asked curiously, "What is on my brother's head?" ”

Wen Mianmian thought about it, her current eyes are too mysterious, so it's better not to say it for the time being, and she hasn't understood it much herself.

"I'm not looking at the top of your head, I'm looking outside, I want to go out for a walk."

With that, she got out of bed, and had been awake for a few days, and had not yet left the door.

"Okay, my brother will accompany you."

After cleaning up for a while, the two brothers and sisters walked out of Caiyunju, that is, Wen Mianmian's courtyard, and wandered around the house.

At this time, it is May when the acacia flowers are fragrant, and the house is full of scenery, purple and red.

From time to time, there were people passing by in a hurry in the garden, and when they saw that she was already able to go out and walk, many people would look at them curiously, and sigh that Chong Xi was really magical.

Liao Zhicheng, the second steward of the house, saw the brother and sister busy and happily greeted him, and seeing a faint red light above his head, Wen Mianmian asked with a smile: "Is there a happy event for Steward Liao?" ”

Liao Zhicheng smiled, "Back to the girl's words, Senior Steward Liu is old, and yesterday he officially proposed to retire to retire and retire, and at the same time recommended the slave to become the new Chief Steward, and the general has nodded on this matter." ”

"Congratulations to Steward Liao."

This is a promotion, and it is naturally a happy event.

After strolling around for a while, I saw a man passing by under the cloister with a cloud overhead, the cloud was as black as ink, and the man also looked exhausted.

Wen Lingxiao saw that she had been staring at a subordinate, and was about to ask curiously, when she saw her small hand covering her mouth, following her gaze, just in time to see the subordinate falling straight into the lotus pond.

"My sister knows he's going to fall?"

Wen Mianmian's head shook like a rattle, and she only felt that her eyes were a little swollen and painful, and she was very uncomfortable.

At this time, Wen Lingxiao's little servant hurriedly ran over, looking like she wanted to say something and stopped, seeing this, Wen Lingxiao sent her back to Caiyunju, turned around and walked away.

Outside Caiyun's residence, the little servant Wang Hai stepped forward anxiously, "Childe, there is a buyer for the nine-layer ghost ball, Qingguo Gong will celebrate his sixtieth birthday next month, and the servant of the ministry wants to buy it as a gift." ”

Wen Lingxiao lowered his voice, "How about the bid?" ”

Wang Hai stretched out a finger, "One thousand taels." ”

Wen Lingxiao frowned, knowing that he was short of money, he deliberately lowered the price.

Wang Hai sighed helplessly, the house is becoming more and more difficult, the girl wants to marry the king of Annan, but now she can't even get a decent dowry, so that it is time to secretly sell the treasures in the house.

"Childe, that ghost ball is the first in Kyoto, and we didn't sell the three thousand taels of the prince of the Fuguo Mansion earlier, isn't it offensive to sell this thousand taels."

Wen Lingxiao also knew this truth, so he could only say: "If you release the news, you will say that if it is less than five thousand taels, it will not be sold, no, four thousand taels." ”

"Also, release the news that I'm going to shoot the cold moon."

Cold Moon is a long sword, it is his favorite sword, and he has nothing to be reluctant to give up for his sister.

Wang Hai's face ached, and he left dejectedly, and Wen Lingxiao also turned around and went to the main courtyard.

At this time, when Caiyun was inside, Wen Mianmian was crying silently, and her eyes were too uncomfortable.

She guessed that it was because she had been watching other people's luck today, so she was in tears, which showed that this skill had a negative effect.

Thinking that if she uses it several times in a row in the future, she will cry regardless of the occasion, and the reputation of a crying bag will definitely not be able to run.

This skill is very chicken!