beautiful woman at home

Because of the invisibility talisman, Wen Zijin went to and from the side courtyard as frequently as in the past.

It's just that strange rumors suddenly spread in the whole Wenfu, such as muddy footprints in the empty corridors, and lanterns that float and move at night when there is no one there.

However, Wen Zijin, who was the perpetrator, was unaware. The long-term heat of summer caused a sudden storm to fall one afternoon.

The talisman paper cannot touch the water, so Wen Zijin had no choice but to hold an umbrella, but unexpectedly ran into the servants in the garden. Before he could react, the servants ran out in a panic.

Wen Zijin froze on the spot in fright, wondering if the spell had failed?

The hand wrapped in the talisman paper was holding the handle of the umbrella, Wen Zijin looked down at himself, his whole body was still blurred and transparent.

"Shouldn't it be discovered?"

After returning to the garden like this, Wen Zijin carefully put the talisman into the book.

But after a while, there were hurried footsteps outside, and then the outer door was pushed open, and Mother Wen entered the inner room full of worry.

Wen Zijin was so frightened that she held the book in her hand and dared not go to see her mother because of a guilty conscience.

"Are you okay?" Wen's mother approached and put her arms around Wen Zijin, looking around vigilantly, "The guards outside reported that there was something wrong."

Only then did Wen Zijin, who was confused, regain his composure and replied, "Mother, Zijin is fine."

"Perhaps it was just a thunderstorm, and the servants misread it."

Because of the sudden storm, the lotus pond outside was swayed by the strong wind, and even the bright sky before was darkened a lot.

Mother Wen stared at her child and said, "Then, you really haven't seen any ghosts recently?"

"No, Sister Ye has set up a formation in the mansion. There have been no problems all these years, so mother doesn't have to worry." Wen Zijin really felt guilty.

"It's true, Miss Ye is very skilled in magic, and she hasn't had any accidents in recent years." Mother Wen heaved a sigh of relief in half-belief, her eyes lightly fell on the water-stained boots, and her brows frowned slightly.

The hand that was holding Wen Zijin's cheek suddenly pinched Wen Zijin's earlobe, and Mother Wen asked, "Have you been out of the garden?"

Wen Zijin was stunned, such a mother is so scary.

"No, no."

"Really?" Mother Wen looked away when she saw that her child was clearly guilty, and confirmed the recent rumors of the servants.

Maybe it's not ghosts that are making trouble, but people.

"That's good." Mother Wen let go, determined to talk to Miss Naye again.

After all, my own child is fascinated by the fascination, and it seems that there is no other way.

I thought I would continue to be questioned by my mother, but suddenly stopped, Wen Zijin almost couldn't hide it.

Mother Wen, who left the inner room, went straight to the courtyard.

Ye Ran was looking at the storm outside the window, the rain was falling too fast, I don't know if the girl would be wet by the rain.

If he had known earlier, he should have let her go back earlier.

When I was feeling annoyed, Mother Wen's voice came from outside: "Is Miss Ye there?"

"Please come in." Ye Ran regained his composure and straightened his skirt.

The bead curtain sounded crisply, and the attendants accompanied by Wen's mother were guarding the outer yard, and one person entered, only to see that the inner room was much cleaner than the one cleaned up last week.

Miss Ye has been in the mansion for several years, and Mother Wen has never neglected her basic necessities of life, but she never expected to come to this point.

"Zijin came to miss Ye today."

Ye Ran was not surprised, after all, the young girl's temperament really didn't seem to be able to hide from Mother Wen.

"Ah."

Mother Wen put her hands together in front of her body, she was a little surprised to get such a straightforward answer, "Miss Ye is a monk of Jianghu, I don't know where her hometown is, is there an elder in the family?"

"I have been traveling for many years, and I have long forgotten where my hometown is. It is just a remote mountain village, and there are no elders in the family." Ye Ran was also a little puzzled by Wen's mother's sudden question.

"Zijin is only fourteen years old. Although he doesn't want to be relatives of the emperor, he still needs to have a clean background. At least he can't be honest."

Ye Ran held the teacup in her fingertips, hesitated for a moment and said, "Who is Madam Wen talking about marriage for?"

"I'll cut to the chase and say, since you know about Zijin's life experience, you are a threat." Mother Wen sighed, "But you are also Zijin's benefactor, if Zijin finds out about revenge, I'm afraid she will blame me for it." Mother."

"Come here today, just for Miss Ye's heart."

"What do you want?" Ye Ran's eyes were filled with confusion.

Mother Wen nodded in response: "Why are you bewitching Zijin?"

Ye Ran raised her eyebrows lightly, displeasure appeared in her eyes, then she put down the teacup in her hand and said in a deep voice, "What is bewitching?"

"Given Miss Ye's appearance and stature, if you are greedy for wealth and honor, you may be able to get it for the wife of a king and grandson. Why worry about the children of a mere family."

"Mrs. Wen thinks that Zijin is not as good as those princes and grandchildren?"

"Of course not." Mother Wen responded with satisfaction, "Zijin is smart and well-behaved, she is a very obedient child."

But all this has completely changed since meeting Miss Ye.

"Then I choose Zijin, and it's the same."

Mother Wen sighed, raised her hand to pick up the tea in front of her and took a sip, but she didn't make a sound for a while.

But Ye Ran was planning in his heart, if Mother Wen disagreed, he would immediately erase his memory.

"Zijin's father will come back from the capital after the Mid-Autumn Festival. If Miss Ye has relatives at home, please come to the mansion when the time comes."

"What is this for?"

Mother Wen held the teacup tightly in her hand and said, "I received a letter from Zijin's grandmother this morning. I'm afraid that if Zijin's marriage fails, her father should use her as an official marriage."

"Okay, I will try my best to arrange it." Ye Ran frowned even more when he remembered what Wen's father did last time.

"Miss Ye doesn't seem to be curious at all why I agreed to your marriage with Zijin?"

Ye Ran came back to his senses and asked: "I think as a mother, I will never allow someone to use my child as a bargaining chip."

Mother Wen smiled, put down the teacup in her hand and said, "Of course, even her father can't, after all, he was born in October of my pregnancy."

These words seem to have some kind of demonstration meaning.

The conversation between the two was far smoother than Ye Ran imagined. When Mother Wen got up to leave, she turned around suddenly and said, "By the way, Miss Ri Ye can't pamper that child too much during this time."

Ye Ran responded with a smile on her eyebrows: "How does Mrs. Wen want me to deal with it?"

"At least punish this disobedient child a little, otherwise Miss Ye will be too pampered, and if the child gets tired of it in the future, it will not end well."

Although Wen's mother didn't think that her child liked the new and disliked the old, there was such a big age difference between the two of them that there was a contingency in everything.

"Thank you, Madam Wen, for reminding me."

Wen Zijin on the other side had just changed his robe and was about to practice calligraphy when he suddenly felt a chill in his back.

The rain outside is getting less and less, but it's not autumn yet, so the temperature shouldn't drop suddenly.

The next day Wen Zijin sneaked out of the garden, and finally arrived at the side courtyard, but found that the outer door was closed, and he seemed unable to get through.

There were servants guarding the side courtyard, and Wen Zijin didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only return disappointed.

Ye Ran lived in the inner room, looking at the lost figure, although he was a little bit reluctant, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish.

Mrs. Wen should tell her about the marriage.

As the days slowly entered autumn, Wen Zijin was eating meat buns in the morning, holding the talisman paper in one hand, his little face was full of inquiry.

It was blocked several times in a row, could it be that the talisman had failed?

A servant outside suddenly came to report: "Young master, the master has returned home."

Wen Zijin put the talisman into the book, ate the meat bun in a panic, and then left the inner room.

In the hall, the servants were waiting on both sides. Because he was punished by his father last time, Wen Zijin was a little afraid of his father.

"Father is well." Wen Zijin entered the front hall and saluted.

"Yeah." Father Wen put down the teacup rather tiredly, but his complexion was not good.

Mother Wen on the side also said the same thing: "Zijin, your father wants to take you to the capital to celebrate New Year's Eve."

Wen Zijin stepped up and stood beside Wen's mother, "What about my lord?"

"Your mother is not feeling well, so it's not suitable for a long journey." Father Wen showed no annoyance, "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, we will set off."

Obviously, there is no room for negotiation in these words, it is clearly just an announcement.

"Father, Zijin doesn't want to go to the capital."

Father Wen frowned and said, "It seems that you have ignored the words of father!"

"Zijin doesn't dare, it's just that grandma is still here, and New Year's Eve is a day for family reunion, so doesn't father even care about grandma?"

"Then take grandma and go to the capital together."

"Since the father is concerned about the discomfort of the mother, the grandmother is old and not suitable for traveling. As a grandson, Zijin naturally wants to be filial to his father, let alone put his grandmother in danger." Wen Zijin responded with a straight figure. road.

Father Wen responded with a soft snort: "What a filial piety!"

"Master just returned home today, so he should have a good rest. Let's talk about this later." Mother Wen changed the subject.

The conversation ended unhappily, and Wen Zijin secretly breathed a sigh of relief seeing Father Wen leaving the lobby.

Mother Wen on the side got up and said, "Zijin is so courageous, isn't he afraid of being punished for such a confrontation?"

"But father is wrong."

Mother Wen raised her hand and gently rubbed Wen Zijin's cheeks and said in a low voice, "Silly boy, I was quite frightened when I was a mother last time."

"Don't be afraid, maybe Zijin is protected by gods." Seeing his mother's worried face, Wen Zijin quickly comforted her.

"Fairy?" Mother Wen smiled, "Then I really thank the fairy who saved you last time."

Thinking about it carefully, Wen Zijin never figured out what happened to the board last time.

The only person in the mansion who knows magic is Sister Ye.

Wen Zijin's cheeks turned red again suddenly, such a big person was beaten with a board, and was seen by Sister Ye, it was really embarrassing.

"Mother, can you let Zijin go to Sister Ye's time?"

I haven't seen Sister Ye for quite some time recently.

"This is because you have a daughter-in-law and you forgot your mother." Mother Wen raised her hand and grabbed Wen Zijin's red earlobe, muttering in disgust, "I didn't stop you for being a mother, maybe Miss Ye thinks you are too clingy, So I don't want to play with you."

"Is Zijin very clingy?"

Wen Zijin asked with puzzled eyes

Mother Wen shook her head helplessly and said, "Go back and look in the mirror to see what you look like."

face, what's wrong?

Wen Zijin raised his hands to cover his face, only then did he realize that it was hot, he must have blushed again.

Oh, why do you always blush?

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