"Nothing." Wen Qingzhu picked up another silver spoon and scooped up a spoonful of pea yellow.

As soon as he tasted the taste, Wen Qingxin happened to look over and sneered: "I said I didn't want to eat it just now, but I haven't eaten it yet." ”

"Xin'er!" Wen Mingliang put down the spoon and turned his head to look at Wen Qingxin, "If you are still so rude, I will let Xiyan send you back." ”

"Brother!" Wen Qingxin suddenly did not relent.

But Wen Mingliang's expression was serious and unmoved at all.

Wen Qingxin is proud, Wen Mingliang is in front of outsiders, so she doesn't give her face, and she is suddenly angry.

"Then Xin'er is gone!" Wen Qingxin dropped the spoon, got up and left.

Seeing this, Baixiang glanced at Wen Mingliang and hurriedly followed.

When Wen Qingxin left, Wen Mingliang turned around and apologized to them: "Xin'er is young and ignorant, don't take the two sisters to heart." ”

How dare Wen Qinghe admit it: "Where is Mingliang, we are sisters, it's nothing to let her order, seventh sister, don't you say?" ”

Wen Qingzhu turned his gaze back, looked up and said, "Sister Qingxin is young, so she should be arrogant." ”

Having said that, the corner of her eye kept staring at the bird's nest soup opposite.

The bowl was presented to Wen Qingxin, who ate a lot of pastries, but did not eat a bite of bird's nest soup.

This is interesting, Wen Qingzhu showed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Seventh sister, dare to ask Ming Xuan if he has been practicing calligraphy a lot lately?" Wen Mingliang's voice rang in his ears.

Wen Qingzhu raised his eyes and replied with a smile: "Mingxuan has been practicing calligraphy all along. ”

Why does this Wen Mingliang always mention Mingxuan's practice of calligraphy?

"Then the calligraphy he copied is the authentic handwriting of Mr. Zhuang?" Wen Mingliang continued to ask.

Wen Qingzhu's eyes flashed, and he finally understood what Wen Mingliang meant.

Sending so many pastries, and scolding his beloved sister away, it turned out to be for the authenticity of Mr. Zhuang.

Wen Qingzhu denied: "The ninth brother thinks too much, how can we have the authentic handiwork of Mr. Zhuang, one of his calligraphy is hard to find." ”

Wen Mingliang relaxed a little and muttered to himself. "I'll just say that he must have read it wrong, how can Mr. Zhuang's true works be so easy to appear."

The two chatted for a while, and Wen Mingliang took the inkstone to leave.

As soon as they left, Wen Qinghe let out a long sigh of relief: "They are finally gone." ”

Wen Mingqi looked at the bird's nest soup diagonally opposite, which was Wen Qingxin's unmoved.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "Sister, I still want to eat that." ”

"This ......" Wen Qinghe felt very sorry for him, but these things were not theirs.

On the boulevard outside the lotus pond, the mother-in-law from before was walking here.

When Wen Qingzhu saw it, he said: "Anyway, Sister Qingxin doesn't want it, if you don't eat it, you will throw it away, just replace his empty bowl." ”

Wen Qinghe hesitated for a moment, and finally ordered Xiaoman: "Change it." ”

Xiao Man quickly changed over, and then returned to Wen Qinghe.

Half an hour later, the mother-in-law who had just delivered the pastries came over.

"Miss Seven, Miss Eight, have you finished eating?" The mother-in-law looked at the dishes on the table, and a trace of peace crossed her eyes.

"Not yet." Wen Qingzhu stared at this mother-in-law with a smile.

This Aunt Wu really took great pains, and she actually dared to do her hands and feet in the food in the fourth room.

The woman was a little frightened by her staring, and pulled the corners of her mouth and said, "The old slave waits." ”

"What, do you have to stare at us to finish eating? These are what the Ninth Young Master invited us to eat. Wen Qingzhu looked sideways, his eyes were dark and uncertain.

She really didn't understand what confidence Aunt Wu had to dare to do it in Zimingtang.

Wen Qingxin can stand it tonight.

"It's the Ninth Young Master who asked the old slave to serve the young lady and the young master." The mother-in-law felt that Wen Qingzhu was a little dissatisfied, and immediately knelt down to explain.

"You go down first, we'll stay here a little longer, and when we're done eating, we'll naturally send someone to clean it up." Wen Qingzhu waved her hand to step back.

Although the mother-in-law was worried that the matter would not be done, she could only retreat as ordered.

When she stood up, she glanced at the things on the table again, and finally stopped in front of Wen Mingxuan.

As if something had been confirmed, the mother-in-law turned to leave.

When the mother-in-law walked away, Wen Qinghe asked strangely: "Why does this mother-in-law always look at the plate in front of us, does she also want to eat?" ”

Wen Qingzhu shook his head with a smile, didn't say much, turned to Wen Mingxuan and said, "Drink this bowl of bird's nest soup." ”

Wen Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "But didn't Sister say that I don't want to talk to these tonic soups recently?" ”

"Drink, bird's nest soup is rare today, it is made by the chef in the palace." Wen Qingzhu touched his head, this bird's nest soup is an antidote.

If he doesn't eat, he will definitely have a high fever tonight.

Sister Ah spoke, Wen Mingxuan nodded obediently, and began to drink bird's nest soup.

Wen Qinghe, who was sitting next to him, asked again: "How does Seventh Sister know that this is made by the chef in the palace?" Although it tastes better, no one in our family knows the nobles in the palace. ”

"Maybe I guessed wrong, but these are the intentions of the ninth brother, let's try it." Wen Qingzhu was secretly shocked in his heart and careless.

Then he talked about practicing calligraphy, and quietly exposed the topic.

After playing in the lotus pavilion for most of the afternoon, Wen Qingzhu and Wen Qinghe said goodbye to them and returned to Wen Mingxuan's small courtyard.

Sitting in the study, Wen Qingzhu asked Wen Mingxuan to sit down and carefully checked his pulse.

After looking at Wen Wen, she was sure that Wen Mingxuan didn't have any problems, and she was relieved.

"How is steward Tian treating you these days?" It was not easy to find Ueda Chong directly, so Wen Qingzhu was a little worried.

Wen Mingxuan's little hand under his sleeve tightened, but he had a bright smile on his face: "Manager Tian is very good, everything is fine!" ”

"That's fine." Wen Qingzhu didn't notice his small movements, in order not to worry him, Wen Qingzhu still nodded.

After instructing him a few things, Wen Qingzhu left Zimingtang with Green Pottery Jasmine.

Walking on the way back to Yanyuan, Wen Qingzhu asked Jasmine: "Peony's father, that is, Steward Yao, was on an errand in Zimingtang before, right?" ”

"Yes, he was in charge of the gardener in the guest room."

Wen Qingzhu had a number in his heart.

Since Steward Yao had worked in Zimingtang, then Steward Hetian must have dealings.

As soon as they returned to the gate of Yanyuan, they happened to run into Lu Yu and went out.

"Miss Seven." When Lu Yu saw her, she greeted her.

"Hmm." Wen Qingzhu smiled and asked her to get busy.

The three of them returned to the east courtyard, and as soon as they entered the front hall, Wen Qingzhu immediately ordered: "Jasmine, you go out and follow Lu Yu, see where she goes, be careful, don't be discovered." ”

"Yes." Jasmine nodded and stepped back.

In the evening, Xi'er brought back dinner from the kitchen.

Wen Qingzhu listened to the peony's reply while eating.

"The relationship between my father and Steward Tian is average. This time, the slave maid was able to come to the young lady's yard on an errand, and she took the road of the field steward. ”

Wen Qingzhu put down his chopsticks and was about to speak, when Xi'er outside the door quickly came in to report.

"Miss! Miss Eleven's side of the hundred spices begging to see! ”