Ziyan Mingchen stood in place, looking at her back, his eyebrows and eyes deepened slightly.

"General"

There was a soft voice behind him, Ziyan Mingchen turned around, it was pity, he collected his thoughts, walked to the other party's side, gently hugged the slender body, and said softly: "Why did you come out?" ”

Mercy smiled slightly, looking at Ziyan Mingchen, with a little joy in his eyes, "What the general said, Mercy has already thought of a way, so I want to tell the general as soon as possible."

Ziyan Mingchen's eyes lit up, "Have you thought of a way?" ”

Pity nodded, "What you said is not the best way, but it is enough to solve the dilemma"

"Okay, let's go back now, you tell me in detail"

"Yes"

The two turned back together, and Pity suddenly thought of something, paused slightly, frowned and worried: "General, the concubine noticed before that my sister's hand seems to be injured, the general should go and see my sister first, and it's not too late to solve the situation."

Ziyan Mingchen hesitated slightly, and nodded lightly, "Okay, I'll go to Chenxing Pavilion first, if you are free, you will write down the method of solving the game, and send someone to Chenxing Pavilion."

"Yes"

After being settled, Ziyan Mingchen turned around and left.

Seeing the other party go away, he retracted his eyes with compassion and quietly returned to Yixin Pavilion.

"Madame"

The maid Thrush stepped forward, helped her to sit down on the tea chair, added a bowl of tea for her, and whispered, "Madam, why didn't you invite the general back?" ”

"What do you want him to do?"

"This ......" thrush paused

Pity smiled lightly, took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "The general is the lord of a mansion and not alone, I am just a concubine, how can I dominate him as a scoundrel"

"That, that lady shouldn't push the general to the eldest lady"

He smiled pitifully, but did not explain.

is the same woman, she can understand her mind, because she understands, so after the same heart and affection for her, they love the same person, but they are not the person he loves after all.

"Thrush, go and prepare the pen and ink"

"Little ...... Madame, do you want to write? Your body is not well, you should rest"

"It's okay, go get it"

"Yes"

The eyebrow painting took the pen and paper, grinded quietly behind her, pressed the center of the eyebrows, carefully sorted out her thoughts, and wrote quietly with a pen.

Breaking up a little worry for him is her way of loving him.

Chenxing Pavilion, time is quiet and elegant.

Ziyan Mingchen gently pushed open the door and stared at the woman in front of Xiang Shushu through the daylight, she was seriously dealing with the chores in the house with her eyes closed, and her beautiful face became soft in the light.

......The maid saw him and wanted to salute him.

Ziyan Mingchen made a silent gesture, pacing quietly closer, the person in front of the bookcase did not notice his approach, holding the pen and writing carefully on the account book.

He sat quietly by the tea table, staring at her as she did her chores.

After knowing each other for many years, he saw her serious and hard-working appearance for the first time, as if the whole person was glowing, dazzling so that she almost didn't dare to stare.

"General?"

Closing the account book, Baili Sichen rubbed his sore shoulders, and when he looked up, he saw Ziyan Mingchen, who came to Chenxing Pavilion at some point and was staring at her.

Ziyan Mingchen came back to his senses, got up and came to her, opened the account book and looked at it, the corners of his lips outlined a little smile, "I was worried that you would be troublesome, I didn't expect you to do so well"

"It's the housekeeper who teaches well"

Ziyan Mingchen raised his lips, put down the account book, took her hand, looked at the red mark that was still clear in her palm, and said softly: "Does your hand still hurt?" ”

Baili Sichen's face flushed, and he said softly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."