MTL - The Fugitive White Moonlight of a Powerful Minister-Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Wen Ning felt resentful for a moment.
She also defended him. The Tao is that he was poor since he was a child and suffered a lot. He must have been suppressed and persecuted by many people before he was admitted back to the Duke's mansion.
But now, he doesn't look down and out.
Probably because her eyes were too hot, Pei You looked up.
Wen Ning covered her face with a round fan and lowered the window.
That's right, Pei You has always been Pei You, and it wasn't because he was recognized by the Duke's Mansion that he became that Pei You.
She needs to cheer up and deal with it carefully.
Linglan had a task ahead of her and seemed more nervous than Wen Ning. When she heard footsteps outside, she immediately pricked up her ears.
But the footsteps were not in a hurry, they passed the door and did not enter, but stopped next door, with a "creak", the door opened, and then closed again.
Linglan looked at Wen Ning in amazement.
Wen Ning patted her hand reassuringly.
Linglan inexplicably became much calmer, tilting her head to think, why her girl is so familiar with this movement, it seems that she has comforted her nervously countless times.
Before she could turn around in time, the ink painting of a person's height on the wall of the wing room was pushed away, and the young man in gray stood behind him calmly, without rushing over, he bowed very beautifully: "I have seen Miss Wen."
People are like Zhilan, and their voice is like running water.
This this…
No wonder the girl "thinks like crazy", the young master's gestures are really exciting.
She was about to blush.
Looking at her own girl again, holding the round fan Xuxu, she stood up gracefully, and also blessed herself very appropriately: "I have seen the prince."
True and talented.
"Girl, son, the servant girl is going to buy tea." Linglan was immediately full of confidence in what she was about to do, and the two of them were left behind after being blessed.
As soon as Linglan left, Wen Ning squeezed the sachet around her waist tightly.
"May I invite you to come here, Wanwang has not caused any trouble to you." Wen Ning frowned shyly, "Young Master, please sit down."
Wang You has a gentle demeanor, just like when she first met him back then.
After sitting down, he naturally took out a package from his sleeve, which was delicately wrapped in kraft paper.
Wanfangzhai's peanut crisp.
Wen Ning could tell with just one glance, and was in a daze for a moment.
Pei You also liked to bring her peanut cakes in her previous life. Sometimes he was on duty to go back, and sometimes he just happened to pass by Wanfangzhai. Probably because when she was young, she told him about her favorite piece of peanut crisp in Wanfangzhai. At that time, whenever they sold more money than expected, they would go straight to Wanfangzhai.
"I happened to pass by and heard that Wanfangzhai's cakes have been around for a hundred years, so I invited the girl to have a taste."
The rhetoric is also the same as the previous life. At first she was still grateful for his nostalgia and care, but later...
Wen Ning showed a shy smile: "The prince has a heart. Is this the peanut cake from Wanfangzhai? My daughter likes it the most."
After speaking, he reached out to unzip the tape.
She originally wanted to directly say that she was allergic to peanuts and could not eat peanuts, so she rejected his temptation directly. Then she thought about it, this kind of obvious lie is easy to tell, but difficult to cover up. If it is exposed in the future, it will make people suspicious.
Wanfangzhai is a hundred-year-old store, and there are many boudoir women who like to eat its peanut crisps.
Wang You heard her say this, but the light in her dark eyes became brighter, and she smiled immediately: "Miss, you are here this time, but do you have something to explain to me?"
Wen Ning was putting a piece of peanut cake in her mouth, and her cheeks blushed at the right time.
After all, she has performed this scene many times in front of the mirror.
She put down the peanut crisps and pulled out the prepared note from her sleeve.
"The little girl knows that the prince is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and has a brilliant literary talent. There is a clumsy poem. Please...please read it."
Wen Ning lowered her eyes and nodded, and handed out the note.
The paper notes are carefully scented, no matter the style or color, they are obviously boudoir items.
Wang You was a little surprised, but still took it.
A burner of incense was lit in the wing room, and light smoke curled up.
Although the windows were closed, the sounds of people and vehicles coming and going on the street at noon still came in faintly.
Wen Ning kept drooping eyelashes, with pink cheeks.
Although she did it on purpose, she still felt embarrassed.
What she gave Pei You was a love poem.
"Spring tour, apricot blossoms blowing all over your head. A young man from Moshang is full of flair.
The concubine intends to marry her body and live with her for the rest of her life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed. "
So bold and unrestrained, in her previous life, even if she was killed, she would not be able to write it.
Even if it is written out, it is absolutely impossible to hand it to others directly in front of the other party.
Wen Ning quietly raised her eyes, Pei You's expression was really...
Subtle.
It should be in such a blunt and blatant way, which makes a person like him feel unbelievable.
Wen Ning pulled the sachet even tighter, trying to decorate her embarrassment into a shy expression. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he looked at the door distractedly.
Fortunately, Linglan stepped on the spot very well, and at this time just pushed the door in with tea.
Pei You seemed to have just recovered when he heard someone coming, and with a slight movement of his slender fingers, he folded the paper.
"Girl, son, drink tea."
Linglan lowered her eyebrows and put the teacup in front of the two of them, but when she put Wang You's cup, she "seemed" to be distracted by that piece of paper, the teacup was not placed firmly, and a whole cup of tea was poured directly on Wang You , The teacup also fell and shattered all over the floor.
"Damn it, maidservant!" Linglan knelt on the ground with a pale complexion.
"Prince Wang..." Wen Ning hurriedly stood up, wanting to arrange his clothes.
"No problem." Wang You stood up and bowed, "I will take my leave for the time being, girl, wait a moment."
"Master..." Wen Ning called out reluctantly.
After he disappeared into the ink painting, Linglan patted her chest and let out a big breath, and Wen Ning let go of her stiff shoulders.
"Girl..." Linglan wanted to say, "I'm so nervous." Seeing her girl "hush" with her index finger, she hurriedly turned around, "Girl, the maid didn't do it on purpose..."
Hearing the door close next door, Linglan and Wen Ning were really relieved.
"Did I pour too much tea in that cup?" Linglan asked hurriedly, "Will Prince Wang not come back for a whole cup of tea?"
Their original plan was to sprinkle some lightly on him. The girl of her family said that the prince always respected his appearance, and he would definitely go out to deal with the water stains on his clothes before coming back.
But this is the first time she has done such a thing, and she is not very skilled...
There are so many cups of tea, I'm afraid I have to change clothes.
Who goes out with a set of clothes?
"No." Wen Ning affirmed.
He hasn't gotten the result he wants yet. Especially after learning that she also likes Wanfangzhai's peanut crisps.
Sure enough, after a cup of tea, the door next door was pushed open again.
Linglan quickly knelt down in front of Wen Ning again. Wen Ning dipped her fingers in the tea and dripped a lot of tea into her eyes, and when the time was about, she raised her hand and slapped Linglan cruelly.
Snapped-
"Bad maid! You ruined Miss Ben's good deeds!"
"A trip in spring, apricot blossoms blowing all over your head. A young man from Moshang is full of flair.
The concubine intends to marry her body to her, and she will retire for the rest of her life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed. "
From Tang, Wei Zhuang.
(end of this chapter)
