The villain took me crooked after wearing the book

Chapter 68 Well, It's Clean

"Master, when are we going back to Lin'an?"

Shen Mingnan paused, Lin'an, the capital city, had been in Luohua Village for too long, he had almost forgotten that there were still a lot of things waiting for him to do in the capital city.

but……

Shen Mingnan wiped his hands with a snow-white brocade handkerchief, and said calmly, "No rush."

Yan Yuan scratched his head, "But the old lady sent someone to Qiyuan Mountain to look for you."

Shen Mingnan pondered, found a piece of rice paper, took a pen and wrote a few paragraphs like flowing ink, folded it and handed it to Yanyuan, "Send someone to deliver this letter to grandma."

Yan Yuan took it, put it close to her body, and continued: "Miss Nanjia was sent back to the uncle's residence by the prince, but now everyone in Lin'an City knows that Miss Nanjia belongs to the prince."

After finishing speaking, he carefully looked at Shen Mingnan's expression. In his impression, his master was different from Yao Nanjia from Yong'anbo Mansion.

For a time he thought she would become their mistress, but he didn't expect this to happen.

When he was in the capital, with their master around, the prince didn't dare to be too blatant.

Unexpectedly, his master only came out for a short time, and there was already a piece of grass on his head.

When it came to Yao Nanjia, Shen Mingnan's expression didn't change much, and he was always so careless that he didn't take anything to heart.

He said in a low voice: "I said he would not succeed."

Yan Yuan thought his master was angry, so he didn't dare to say anything for a moment.

He thought of another thing. He took out a note from his sleeve and handed it to Shen Mingnan, "Master, this is what Yu Huai asked me to give to you. You asked one of the buried bandits to confess. gone."

Shen Mingnan took it over and glanced at it, his black eyes dimmed, and asked, "Do you still keep it?"

Yan Yuan nodded, "It's still there, waiting for your master to come and deal with it."

The corner of Shen Mingnan's mouth curled slightly, "Let's keep it for now."

Seeing that the matter was over, Yan Yuan couldn't help but feel active, and wondered if Miss Huiwei had cooked anything delicious during the few days he was gone!

He has lost weight after eating steamed buns and pickles in Zhenyuan County these days.

He looked at his master, and asked in a low voice: "Master, can I go out and have a look?"

Shen Mingnan raised his eyelids, his black eyes were calm, "What are you looking at?"

Under his cold expression, Yan Yuan suddenly didn't dare to say anything.

He decided to sneak away first, "It's nothing, this subordinate will leave first."

After Yan Yuan left, Shen Mingnan looked at the golden and attractive osmanthus cake on the plate.

He twisted one, and with a light pinch, the pastry shattered into powder in the palm of his hand.

He looked at his palm, the sticky feeling made him uncomfortable.

It turns out that good-looking snacks can also make people dirty.

As soon as Zhao Huiwei came in, he saw Shen Mingnan staring at his palms in a daze, and there was a lot of broken dim sum on the ground.

"???" This man is really hopeless, he is still playing with dim sum at such a grown-up age, and even makes it spread all over the ground, he is less obedient than elementary school chickens.

A black line slid down from the corner of her forehead, "Master, snacks are for eating, don't let them go to waste!"

Hearing the voice, Shen Mingnan raised his eyes, and the little village girl looked at him with an unhappy face, with accusation in her eyes.

Shen Mingnan didn't reply, but pointed to his palm, and said to Zhao Huiwei: "Benefactor, the dim sum has stained my hands."

"..." If you don't play dim sum, your hands shouldn't get dirty!
Zhao Huiwei walked forward, there were some fine pieces of dim sum in his fair and slender palm.

It doesn't make people feel dirty, but has an unspeakable beauty.

Zhao Huiwei took out her cotton handkerchief from her bosom, grabbed his hand and rubbed it vigorously until his palm turned red before saying to Shen Mingnan in satisfaction: "Here, it's clean."

Then he took the opportunity to teach, "Young master, you can't play with dim sum like this next time. The residue of dim sum is too broken, and sweeping the floor is very troublesome."

Shen Mingnan lightly clasped his palms, his black eyes seemed to smile, and he said perfunctorily, "Got it."

Zhao Huiwei looked at him for a moment, sure that this person still didn't repent, turned around to get the broom, resigned to his fate, and took away all the leftover cakes, so that someone would not reach out again .

While carrying it, Zhao Huiwei secretly ate one, it was so sweet and delicious, but where did he get the snack?

Night fell quickly, and the cool evening breeze dispelled the heat of the day.

Zhao Huiwei, who had already showered, was sitting in the yard letting the wind dry her hair.

She looked up at the night sky, the moonlight was bright, and stars were shining around her. In the heavily polluted environment of later generations, it was difficult to see such bright stars anymore.

It would be nice if there are some snacks and a glass of sweet but not drunk fruit wine at this time.

In this situation, she wanted to write a poem.

I just searched in my mind for a long time, but I didn't think of a suitable one.

After sitting for a while, when her hair was almost dry, she yawned and went back to the house.

When passing by Shen Mingnan's room, he found that there was still light yellow candlelight leaking from the crack in the door.

Zhao Huiwei paused for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Master, let's rest early."

After a long while, I heard his cold and hoarse voice, "Got it."

Hearing this, Zhao Huiwei didn't care about him anymore, she stretched her waist, walked to her room, lay down on the bed and fell asleep in seconds.

(End of this chapter)