The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Wufu Tea House caused an uproar in Yongji City.

The opera troupe's performance of "Two or Three Events in the Yan Family" at the teahouse was sold out and sold out. People with some connections knew that Yan Chengming was indeed imprisoned on suspicion of cheating in the provincial examination, but the uninformed people wanted to know whether it was true.

Until Jin Wuwei led his troops to surround the Yan Mansion without hesitation.

The double strictness is a nail in the coffin for the same person.

Countless people took a breath of air-conditioning. They all wanted to know the identity of the owner behind Wufu Tea House. How could he predict it? Otherwise, how can we explain that this drama happened before Yan Chengming's accident?

Xue Mingyue had guessed this situation very early.

I told Li Nian, the owner of the tea house, that no matter who asked who the owner was, they would just be confused. There was no need to come to the Hou Mansion often during this period. Anyway, the tea house was well prepared and she could stay there for a long time without asking her.

After a while, the enthusiasm of the people will naturally subside.

The most important thing is to take advantage of these days to earn back the opening capital as soon as possible.

Within two days, the first autumn rain fell, sweeping away the last of the heat.

Outside the window, rain and fog filled the air, and moisture spread.

Xue Mingyue casually put on a coat and leaned lazily on the window edge, holding a half-read medical book in her hand. She crossed her feet and felt the cool breeze coming, squinting comfortably. Eyes opened.

The black hair was slightly messy by the wind, which made her face look clear and beautiful, making her unforgettable.

Liuyun carefully poured the rainwater collected in a bowl into the porcelain pot on the small red clay stove. The mist rose and the tea leaves were rolled several times, and soon the faint fragrance of tea spread.

She didn't understand why the young lady was suddenly so interested.

Seeing the rain hitting the plantains outside the window, I suddenly thought about the difference between tea brewed from rootless water and tea brewed from well water. The young lady had never been so relaxed and relaxed in the house before, but it was only after she came to the Marquis' house that she changed.

But she thought this was fine.

Xue Mingyue took a sip of the hot tea and tasted it. It turned out that there was no difference between the two.

She sighed with regret, not knowing why a certain recipe given in a medical book required that the water used to make the medicine must be rainwater, which actually tasted no different from well water.

At this moment, Lidong popped up under the eaves of the corridor.

"Madam! A letter from the Marquis!"

A letter covered with fire paint was handed to her.

"And the most popular sweet and sour pork ribs in the West Market!"

A lacquered red food box was placed on the window edge.

The tip of Xue Mingyue's nose moved slightly, and she faintly smelled the fragrance of the ribs in the food box. The tea in her hand suddenly became tasteless. She hesitated for a few moments and took the letter.

Lidong laughed heartily: "Master Hou really understands Madam!"

The Marquis knew that his wife would not accept the letter easily, and he also knew how to send her food that she could not refuse. In this way, she would read the letter just for the sake of food.

"..."

Xue Mingyue's heart skipped a beat, and she glared at her and said, "Don't say it again!"

Xie Langlei couldn't help but send her letters these days, along with food that was hard to buy even in the queue. Xue Mingyue wanted to refuse, but couldn't refuse, but all she wanted in life was the desire for food and drink.

Often after struggling for a moment symbolically, they let go of their grudges and accept it calmly.

Xue Mingyue took another look at the paint on the edge of the envelope, curled her lips slightly, and wondered where this person had the time to do such fancy things. The letter paper was made of peach blossom paper, and there were spices in the envelope. Now there is still a seal. paint.

He wrote the letter with so much enthusiasm even though there was no reply.

I really can’t understand it.

Xue Mingyue lowered her eyes and quickly opened the letter and glanced at it. Ignoring the nonsense that took up nine out of ten of the space, the rest was related to the rural examination fraud case. After reading it, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She put the letter aside and quickly opened the food box.

He took out the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs that looked very good and put it on the table. This restaurant in the West Market has long been famous. Xue Mingyue wanted to try it early, but there were too many people queuing up to eat in the restaurant, so I can only give up.

Xue Mingyue quickly picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it into his mouth.

It was so delicious that I narrowed my eyes.

Liu Xing couldn't help but ask: "Miss, don't you also like the pork ribs made by Chef Li? Are the ones cooked outside more delicious than those made by Chef Li?"

"No, it's different."

Xue Mingyue shook her head and gave her a meaningful look that said 'you don't understand'.

How can this flower have the fragrance of wild flowers?

Just as he finished speaking, a low laugh suddenly fell from behind him.

A low and hoarse voice spoke: "What you eat outside is not the taste, but the pleasure of eating it."

Xue Mingyue stiffened slightly and turned around suddenly.

The next moment, Xie Lang, who was wearing Xuanyi, was seen lazily leaning against the window. There was a faint dark green under his eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he looked at her with lowered eyes and a smile: "I'm right. ?"

In the courtyard, golden sweet-scented osmanthus swayed all over the ground in the wind and rain.

The young man standing under the eaves of the corridor has a lingering chill in his body. His thick black eyelashes are slightly curved, casting a shadow under his eyelids, which dissipates the coldness of his facial features.

"...Why are you back?"

Xue Mingyue was stunned. Shouldn't he still be cooperating with the interrogation of the Third Division at this moment? Why did you suddenly appear at home?

Xie Lang looked at her unexpected and confused expression, and glanced at the envelope on the table from the corner of his eye. He bit his back groove in a funny and angrily way, leaned forward, and pinched the soft flesh on her cheek with his hands:

"Did you not read the letter I wrote to you carefully?"

Xue Mingyue denied it flatly: "I saw it!"

"You must not be paying attention."

"I wrote at the front that the fraud case has been handed over and I may return early today. If you didn't notice, you didn't read the letter carefully." Xie Lang said confidently.

"..."

Who told you that what you wrote at the beginning was all nonsense?

Xue Mingyue stared at him expressionlessly, slapped his hand away angrily, and said, "Don't move your hands or feet."

Xie Lang smiled and sat on the window edge with one hand.

He reached out and took out the oil paper bag in his arms and handed it to her, with a smile in his voice: "This is Xu Ji's roast chicken. I asked the imperial doctor who came last time and he said that you can now taste some meat from time to time."

As he spoke, he gently raised his chin towards Liu Yun who was standing aside, and said, "Go and warm a pot of sake."

Xue Mingyue frowned quickly. Just as she was about to say something, she saw him bending his knees and stepping on the window edge. He climbed over the window and jumped into the house with an easy jump. He took off his rain-soaked coat and placed it on the table next to him. .

He took off his muddy black boots and sat cross-legged opposite her.

His movements were as skillful as if this was his home.

Oh, this is his home.

Xue Mingyue's forehead twitched slightly. Wasn't he too skilled at climbing through the window?