Bodhi

The next day, Wen Yu stood beside Wen'e and heard her talking with Wen Chuan.

Wen'e swung a gorgeous feather fan in her hand, and said lazily, "Brother, you haven't seen me for a long time."

Wen Chuan shook his head: "Brother has a lot of things to do, so you can take care of them. In addition, the national teacher's temper has become more and more weird recently, and the father doesn't know how to deal with it, so I can only let me deal with it."

"What's wrong with the national teacher?" Wen'e curled her lips in disgust, "We obeyed him all day, isn't that enough?!"

Wen Chuan became anxious all of a sudden, and hurriedly "shushed" several times: "I told you not to talk about the national teacher! I was called around by him and I didn't say anything, so don't blah!"

Wen'e rolled her eyes in disbelief, leaned on the cushion and said nothing, Wen Chuan saw her state, sighed, said a few more words, got up and left in a hurry.

Wen Yu blinked, looked at the back of Wen Chuan going away, and slowly fanned Wen'e.

Since midsummer is approaching, there is always a lingering depression in the air.Although the undead citizens like such a hot season, it is inevitable that they will be a little more impatient.

In the afternoon, Wen'e seemed to have forgotten the little quarrel with her elder brother in the morning, and happily instructed Wenyu to find Wenchuan.

Wen Yu kept silent, and walked straight towards the main hall. Along the way, countless servants of the monster clan bowed down to salute her, including some low-level servants of gods and men. Her whole body seemed to be covered by those You Ruowu's eyes burned, he hurriedly lifted the hem of his skirt, and hurried out of the corridor.

When she turned around, she heard someone spit in a low voice: "Bah, what a bloody lackey!"

Immediately, he was persuaded by his fellow clansmen: "Okay, keep your voice down!"

She trembled all over, her back seemed to be shot and pierced by some sharp arrowhead, but she couldn't answer, nor could she explain to them, she could only pretend that she was an ignorant and deaf person, and continued to move forward.

Wen Chuan was discussing important matters with others in the hall, and no one dared to stop her when she heard the words along the way.She stood silently outside the hall for a while, looked at the sun, and suddenly saw two slender maids walking towards the back of the hall timidly holding cups.

That is the direction of the national teacher's normal work, but now, he should be in the main hall, listening to Wen Chuan and the others discuss their affairs.

She followed lightly, trailing behind the two maids, one of them said: "Later, you go and put the soup bowl on the national teacher's table, I will watch."

Another immediately argued: "Why didn't you go?! The red marks on my face are still there!"

The one before said urgently: "Didn't you just get slapped in the face? I was choked, so who am I going to talk to!"

The two were arguing piecemeal, and Wen Yu could roughly understand from their conversation that the national teacher had to drink a bowl of special soup and medicine made by the dining room every afternoon as a supplementary food, but his whereabouts were unpredictable and he was extremely disgusted. His study room was occupied by outsiders, so no matter whether those maids obeyed his order to deliver the soup, they would inevitably suffer some flesh and blood in the end.

Seeing that the two maids arrived at the door, you were still pushing me and I was pushing you, but they didn't realize that there was still someone following them, so Wen Yu lightly picked up a piece of gravel between her fingers, and said "pop" away. Hit one of them on the neck.

"Aiyo!" The maid stared straight at her eyes, and pinched her hard, "You, you still dare to hit me!"

"You are out of your mind, who hit you!" The other, not to be outdone, also stretched her neck and hit her shoulder back, but in her panic, she forgot the heavy tray held in the nurse's hand, and accidentally , the soup bowl was slid on the ground by inertia, and there was a clear sound of broken jade, and the soup splashed all over the ground.

The faces of the two maids turned pale immediately, biting their lips at a loss, the previous one said viciously: "You...you actually broke the soup bowl! Wait for your death!"

"Don't forget, you are working with me, I'm going to die, you can't escape!"

Seeing that they were about to huddle together like before, Wen Yu couldn't help getting closer, and made some noises on purpose.

"Who?!" The two maids turned their heads in horror, seeing the black eyes and the white eyes hearing the words, their expressions suddenly worried.

Wen Yu gestured for them to hurry up and make a new bowl.

Seeing her gentle expression, Xu Shi didn't look like she was about to inform, one of them mustered up his courage and said, "But, even if we bring it up again, it will take too long... In case Master Guoshi comes back halfway, we... ..."

Wen Yu smiled, pointed to himself, and pointed to the door.

"Ah, you mean, can you guard here for us!" The two maids were ecstatic, "You are so kind, you saved our lives!"

Wen Yu shook his head with a smile, and made a urging gesture, signaling them to leave quickly.

The two maids hurriedly saluted Wen Yu, and then rushed towards the dining room in a hurry.

Wen Yu restrained his smile and looked at the closed carved wooden door behind him.

In the main hall, Feng Beilie, who had kept his eyes closed all this time, suddenly frowned, and the minister immediately stopped talking. He opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It's nothing, you can continue talking."

Wen Yu walked through the multiple ear rooms, stood in this spacious and gorgeous study room, and looked around carefully.

Qin and swords are hung on the four walls but they are flush with the walls. The cabinets in the book storage are dark and glossy. There are several white jade lotus flowers on the tripod. The carved screen is pasted with gold and emerald. Hide the rippling gauze tent behind a piece of looming, thick and dense brocade carpets on the ground, and sweet fragrance burning in the air, making people feel refreshed and happy, drifting away... such a combination of richness and elegance The decorations are not seen in the palace of Wen'e, who is most accustomed to pleasure.

So where would the most important thing be?

She knew in her heart that she couldn't stay here for too long, and everything had to be resolved quickly.She tried hard to recall the information Zhuyi told her, a mountain map, very big, dilapidated, and often sketched with a Chinese ink brush...

Dilapidated and large, it proves that it cannot be folded back and forth, but can only be unfolded; if you want to draw with a Chinese ink pen frequently, you can only place it as close as possible to yourself, and you cannot move it too far...

Her eyes focused on the carpet beneath her feet.

She lay on the ground and tapped the ground lightly with her palm, but she couldn't hear any abnormal sound. She wandered around the room again, and finally saw the little vermilion pen placed on the pen holder.

The tip of the pen was still wet, and the sandalwood beneath it was deeply smeared with vermilion. She looked at the pen and tentatively reached out to pick it up.

Suddenly there was a strange shaking on the ground, her heart let go, and then it beat quickly and violently in her chest, she was staring at the upturned ground, ready to put down the pen in her hand at any time.

Feng Beilie suddenly raised his head, turned into a gust of wind and swept out of the hall!

"National teacher?" Wen Chuan raised his head in confusion, and hastily put down the file in his hand to catch up, "What's wrong, is something wrong?!"

The wind is blowing in the room!

Feng Beilie emerged from the wind, and at a glance he saw the waiter standing by the table, at a loss, with an innocent expression on his face.

"Who are you?" He stared darkly at Wen Yu's timid face, "Why have I never seen you before?"

Wen Yu waved his hands in a hurry, then called out "ahhh", pointed to his own throat, then pointed to the outside, frantically gesticulating at Feng Bei Lie.

Feng Beilie looked cold and serious, and grabbed her slender neck: "Why, are you still dumb? Let me ask you, what are you doing standing here, what did you move, and what did you see?"

Wen Yu was so strangled by him that it was difficult to breathe, his face turned purple, and even his eyeballs were protruding, making those white pearly eyes extremely weird, Feng Beilie's eyes sharpened, and he was about to reach out to pluck out that eyeball!

"National teacher, wait!" Wen Chuan ran behind him out of breath, "Wait, be merciful!"

Feng Beilie's fingertips stopped within half an inch of his eyeballs.

"National teacher, she is Wen'e's personal maid, the one who cured Wen'e with her own eyes," Wen Chuan hurriedly explained, "Don't be angry, there must be some misunderstanding..."

"Oh?" Feng Beilie looked carefully at the trembling Wenyu, "So, you are the maidservant of the Yellow Bird Clan?"

Seeing that he was still staring at Wen Yu's right eye, Wen Chuan couldn't help but smile wryly: "That's Wen'e Hulai, this maid lost one eye, so she rewarded her with a pearl and asked her to take it as her own eye... Don't be angry, let me ask her."

Feng Beilie suddenly let go, causing Wenyu to fall to the ground weakly, "Yellow Bird Clan... Huh, the Yellow Bird Clan likes freedom the most, unfettered, and they are a race that would rather die than be humiliated and manipulated by others. She can heal tattoos." E, it means that her blood is pure, and her status in the clan is probably not low, right? Why is she willing to be a maid?"

Wen Yu just fell on the ground and trembled, not daring to look up.

At this moment, the two maids went back and forth, came in hastily and knelt down and said: "My lord, the servants are late in escorting the soup and medicine, I beg my lord to spare the lives of the slaves!"

Feng Beilie turned his head suspiciously: "What's the matter with you?"

The national teacher hated people to lie to him the most in his life, so even though he was afraid, the two maids still kowtowed truthfully and said: "The slaves are clumsy, and they broke the soup bowl, and they are afraid of being punished by adults. Help the slaves stay here... Your lord, spare your life, the slaves didn't do it on purpose!"

Feng Beilie's face was gloomy, he stared at the two maids on the ground, stretched out his hand and drank the steaming soup in the bowl: "There will be no next time, get out!"

The two maids withdrew gratefully, Wen Chuan said: "Master, then my sister's..."

Feng Beilie looked around carefully, but found no trace of any disturbance. He lowered his head again, Wen Yu was secretly looking at him, but Leng suddenly looked at him, and immediately let out a hoarse cry of fear, his body slammed Shrinking back, she accidentally bumped her head against the leg of the table, and knocked her forehead until blood gushed out, but she didn't seem to know the pain, so she just covered her face with her hands and kept yelling.

Feng Beilie had no patience, and waved his hand in boredom: "Take the things that are not on the table, and take them away!"

Seeing the blood dripping into the carpet, Wen Chuan didn't dare to let Wen Yu stay here any longer, and hurriedly shouted: "Get up soon!"

Wen Yu hurriedly got up, timidly followed Wen Chuan, and followed him out of the study.

From the slowly closing gap, the last thing she saw was the drop of red ink under the corner of the table covered by blood.

——It is time for this clam girl pearl, which can record everything it sees, to return to its original owner.