What kind of bad thoughts can Mr. Xiao have?

Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen
People who are full of intrigue and intrigue cannot feel the best years are gone.

Wei Huai'en didn't stay in Huang'en Temple for long, leaving Shui Jing behind and returned to the capital.

As soon as she entered the East Palace, she couldn't help but slow down, and even rubbed her eyes before confirming that a small sweet-scented osmanthus tree had been moved into the courtyard.

She looked at it curiously, then walked around the study and bedroom, and found a lot of changes.

The inkstone with a small corner was replaced by a thick and simple one because of too many folds, and it was known at a glance that it was made by a famous master.

The burning incense no longer made the tip of her nose feel heavy and straight down, but replaced it with a scent that seemed to be absent but could make her whole body relax. Even she couldn't tell what it was.

All the changes are just right, every bit is in her heart.

Wei Huai'en put on the newly prepared soft-soled boots. The embroidery on them was low-key but complicated, both bright and dark, obviously for the sake of her not knowing when to start.

"Ming Feng?"

She remembered the name of Xiao Qi's apprentice.

An eleven or twelve-year-old waiter walked in quickly from the outside with his head lowered, apparently already pricking up his ears, waiting for her to call.

"master."

The little servant stood a few steps away and bowed in salute.

"You are Xiao Qi's apprentice, right? Did he ask you to arrange these things?"

Wei Huai'en picked up the teapot on the small case and poured himself a cup, which was just the right temperature for drinking.

It seems that Xiao Qi not only knows the things in her room like the back of his hand, even the little apprentice has learned her preferences from him.

She doesn't like scalding hot tea, but only likes the lukewarm temperature.

"Returning to master, these are all arranged by the master who came to the East Palace to instruct the warehouse, and the servant did not participate."

Ming Feng lowered his head, speaking the truth.

The master told him that his lack of intelligence is a good thing, as long as he obeys his orders and does his errands well, he will not be beaten again.

"What about the water in this pot? When was it prepared?"

Wei Huai'en looked at the tea in the cup with deep eyes.

She did not let anyone know in advance when she returned to the East Palace. Although it was good intentions, Xuan Yusi's means could not be used on her.

"Returning to Master, the tea was prepared this morning. This pot is a warm jade pot sent by the master. Sitting on the warm stone can keep the water warm for a long time.

The master also said that this pot can keep the water warm, but it will lose the fragrance of the tea. If the master wants to drink tea, he should ask the slave to make a new pot. "

As soon as Ming Feng said that, he wanted to come forward to pick up the Wen Yuhu, but Wei Huai'en waved his hand and stopped him.

"No need, it's okay to drink like this, I'm not that particular. You've done a good job, go down and receive the reward."

Ming Feng retreated a little dizzy, the sun was dazzling, and he walked to the shadow of the porch before recollecting it.

The master is really a man of gods, he even guessed what the master would ask him.

He could count the noble people he had met with one hand. If it wasn't for the teacher's suggestion, his stupid tongue would definitely not be able to answer the first sentence of the master, and he would have been too scared to speak.

In addition to the warm jade pot, inkstone, writing brush, osmanthus tree, there are also bed nets, candlesticks, incense burners... The master pointed out each one for him to remember, so that he had something to say when the master asked.

Master is very kind.

Ming Feng is not very old, and he can't hide his thoughts when he has something on his mind. His round face is already pleasing, and a little smile makes the female officials passing by in the East Palace want to squeeze it.

East Palace is really nice.

Mingfeng felt that today was [-] times happier than any other day in the past.

Wen Yuhu began to warm his hands, but Wei Huai'en frowned, fighting against the temperature that wanted to warm his heart all the way along the meridians in his hands.

It's okay for Xiao Qi to pay attention to some hobbies, such as the square inkstone, or the interior furnishings, she has seen too many good things, and occasionally some novelties with a little thought can make her feel comfortable.

But there are some hobbies that she originally disguised for various reasons, so that those who are not familiar with her have the opportunity to draw a distance.

Just like people who are born to live in two worlds, when they want to communicate one day, they can only start talking about the simplest things such as food, clothing, housing and transportation.

What kind of flowers, what trees, what spices do you like, when you use these preferences to please her, it will allow her to identify the closeness of the other party in an instant.

Because she doesn't like sweet-scented osmanthus at all, whether it's its fragrance or branches, everything makes her extremely disgusted.

But no one knows why.

Just because Princess Jiarou is best at making cinnamon stick wine, and all her skills are inherited from the former queen, and even the emperor sometimes uses her brewed wine as a gift from the emperor to his courtiers.

The queen mother loves osmanthus so much, but it was only one day before the queen mother could take a last look at the osmanthus tree in her palace to bloom.

So on the second day after her mother's death, she asked Shui Jing to go to the flower supervisor in the imperial garden to ask for a way to make the osmanthus tree wither gradually.

From then on, she knew that no one really cared what Wei Huai'en liked or disliked. Likes and dislikes were just a means to please her or disgust her.

She can't tell anyone why she doesn't love osmanthus anymore.

Xiao Qi was flattering her, she knew it.

She could have told her what she really thought, so that he wouldn't touch her wound without knowing it.This is good for everyone.

But why.

Living with some awkwardness and disgust is one of the ways she can enjoy, and some thorns stick in her eyes from time to time so that she will not get carried away.

What's more, Xiao Qi's kindness is like warm water rushing up bit by bit to cover her whole body. If she relaxes in this kind of warmth, it will wear down her fighting spirit and soften her mind.

It is impossible for Wei Huaien to let another person, like her mother and brother, be irreplaceable in her heart.

A big piece of flesh is missing from her heart, and it is gone. If she gives Xiao Qi the opportunity to treat her well, will one day she completely forget the dull pain of losing her mother and brother?
She put the warm jade pot back on the warming stone, poured the half-dried tea in the teacup into the incense burner, and extinguished the half-burned spices.

Next time I have a chance, I have to let Xiao Qi know that she hopes that he will spend these thoughts on Xuan Yu Division.

General's House.

Jiang Jue has been depressed for almost two months in the general's mansion.

Ever since he risked his left arm in the last battle on the northwest border to completely defeat the enemy, after the peace talks between the two countries, he also returned to Beijing to retire with peace of mind with the Tiger Guards, who were born and died with him.

Although he lost an arm, he thought it was worth it in exchange for the safety of the border, the rewards of the officers and soldiers, and the ability to take care of the pair of twins for his sister for the rest of his life.

During the spring hunt, his old injury relapsed and he stayed in Beijing to recuperate, so it was too late when he got the news of the prince's accident.But he was still mad with anxiety, even if he heard that the prince was safe in the palace, he still wanted to go to the palace to see it with his own eyes.

... He only caught up with Jiarou's last look at the funeral for the prince.

It doesn't matter if you don't remember, that girl Jiarou has been courageous since she was a child. She wants to replace the prince to take revenge, so the uncle has no choice but to help her.

But, why did this girl insist on getting together with the servant named Qizi? The people in the Tiger Guard Camp were not easy to use or disobedient, so why did they let her be handed over to the servant named Xiao Qi for unified command?
He had seen that kid before, he was gloomy, thin and tall, and he knew that he had a lot of intentions at a glance.

But it has to be said that he is first-class and considerate in handling affairs.Although he didn't like Xuan Yusi's methods, those who were pulled down by them made people happy.

Especially the household department of Kata's military pay and food, several of them were found out at once.

But when he thought of Jiarou as a girl, she had to deal with the court's open and dark arrows, and she had to be distracted to find out the real culprit who assassinated the prince, but he could do nothing to help him, and he really felt that he was useless.

It's just that he lost his arm, and the rewards for his military exploits ended here, and he didn't even need to attend the court meeting.

Otherwise, those people at Yushitai would dare to criticize the prince for stepping on Xuan Yusi every day, even if he couldn't scold them, he could beat their entire platform with one arm.

"father!"

Jiang Hong put down his big knife, shirtless, and called Jiang Jue from a distance.

"My son has finished practicing martial arts today."

"It's over, it's over, your father and I are not deaf yet."

Jiang Jue's thoughts were interrupted by his own bastard, who stared fiercely at him.

"No, Dad, sister Jiarou went to Huang'en Temple, mother told me to send some things to my sister for her.

I've also finished the evening's exercise, and I'm leaving now, and I won't be with you at night. "

Jiang Hong straightened his father's sleeves with a smile, and just started to go to the stables, but Jiang Jue stopped him.

"Don't go, just find a servant to deliver your mother's things."

"Ah? Dad, how many times have you refused to let me go? You won't go to the East Palace, and you won't see Jiarou either. Mother always tells me that I haven't seen their siblings for a long time. It's..."

Jiang Hong lowered his voice further: "Is it because the prince's cousin is inconvenient to see us recently?"

The more Jiang Hong thought about it, the more he felt that he had found the right direction, and continued to tell his father about his guess along this line of thought.

"In Xuanyu Division, there is Dad's Tiger Guard Camp, which was proposed by the crown prince's cousin. Our family should avoid suspicion, and we should not let people think that although we have returned to the capital, we are still thinking about real power.

Although sister Jiarou is a princess, she can't get too close to us, isn't she dad? "

Jiang Jue had no choice but to pat his burly shoulder, and said with a laugh: "That's right, that's exactly the case, so don't go to Huang'en Temple yourself."

In fact, his blocking was just because he was afraid that Jiang Hong would find out that there was no Jiarou in Huang'en Temple.But he didn't expect Jiang Hong to think of this step, which made him feel a lot relieved.

He remembered that when he went to Huang'en Temple to meet Jiarou alone some time ago, although the child was taller, he lost a lot of weight.

And look at the silly boy in his family who has grown a lot, and is as strong as a hill... If something happens in the future, at least his general's mansion can still be Jiarou's retreat.

"Father, don't worry!"

After Jiang Hong finished speaking, he rushed to take a shower and change clothes and ran away.But he didn't give up his plan to visit Jiarou, he obviously couldn't go, so he just changed his clothes and sneaked out through the back door?
With his abilities, no one can stop him even on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)