Run away if you are lonely

Wen Yi trampled on the ball first, then let go of the fluffy head, and let the ball wrap around his legs and act like a baby because he hadn't seen his owner for a long time.He moved a deck chair, half in the shade and half in the sun, lying down and basking in the sun.The spring breeze was blowing, and there was good fruit and wine, so he let out a sigh.This is life—

He was a vegetarian every day in the palace, and the bird was almost fading out of his mouth.

Wen Die was busy looking for someone to find the top of the mountain, and Wen Ting brought tea and water to the master. Seeing Wen Yi's squinted eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "Master, isn't His Highness treating you very well? Are you unhappy in the palace?"

"Happy bastard." Wen Yi said lazily, "Can you be happy if you are stuck all day?"

Wen Ting pondered for a while, then said cautiously: "That didn't make you listen to him." Isn't it well known that the master is disobedient?In this mansion, who can control the master's drinking and eating, why did he get detained in the palace.

Wen Yi: "..." He suddenly felt that what Wen Ting said made sense.

That's right, why should he listen to that bastard?

At this moment, Su Bingrong, who knew that Wen Yi had returned to the mansion, came over.Long time no see, he seems to be a little rounder than before.Su Bingrong didn't come empty-handed, he brought a stack of papers, first saluted Wen Yi, then straightened up, and handed the stack of papers to Wen Yi: "Master Wen, this is the result of many days of calligraphy practice by everyone in the mansion. You have a look."

Oh?

Wen Yi straightened up with interest, and turned over one by one.Well, some are crooked, and some are fairly neat.Wen Yi turned to the last sheet and found that it was the ugliest, as if written with a charcoal pen, the ink was very uneven.No wonder it's at the bottom, it's hard to get rid of it, so I can't help but wonder: "Who wrote this doggy calligraphy?"

Su Bingrong said respectfully: "Lord Huiwen, this is what the prince practiced before."

Wen Yi: "..."

Su Bingrong didn't seem to see his face, and continued: "Cao Min sandwiched it in for a comparison, to let you know, my lord, that the people in Wen's residence have achieved this level of handwriting practice, which is already pretty good."

Comparing with the master's words, it is also very brotherly.

Wen Yi said in a complicated mood: "What Master Su means is that they can stop practicing?"

"Of course not." Su Bingrong shook off a large piece of characters, the handwriting was quite like a real gentleman.Solemnly said, "Of course, the staged results should be encouraged. The style of study, how can one not give up halfway, should persevere."

"..."

Wen Yi glanced at Wen Fly, one of the calligraphy practitioners was like a wilted vegetable.

"Lord Wen." After reporting the results of his work, Su Bingrong suddenly twitched, and he said with some expectation, "How is the prince doing in the palace? Is he okay? I heard that it was Lord Wen who sacrificed his life to protect the prince when you encountered an assassin. "As he was talking, he was about to kneel down, "Master Wen is so affectionate and righteous, I will always be grateful to him, if you have anything to do, please feel free to send me. Su has no second thoughts."

Wen Yi quickly stopped him: "I didn't think too much about it at this critical moment. Mr. Su doesn't have to worry about it."

Su Bingrong said: "How can we not take the grace of rebirth, adults don't have to be polite with grassroots people."

Wen Yi blinked: "Then I won't be impolite. If I have something to do in the future, I will ask Mr. Su for help."

Su Bingrong smiled and said, "It's easy to say, easy to say."

He didn't even know that he sold himself, and waited with the prince and others.

After Su Bingrong left, Wen Ting said: "Master, why did you come back suddenly and quarrel with the prince?"

Wen Yi was inexplicably questioned, and he came back with ulterior motives. She felt a little guilty at the moment, and said with a stern face: "What are you arguing about? He is the king and I am the minister. How can I quarrel with him?"

ah?Could it be that the master and the prince broke up?

"But wasn't the master very optimistic about the prince before?"

"What do you know?" Wen Yi sipped the warm wine, "I think he is just interested in qualifications. Among the current princes, the eldest prince is romantic and unreasonable. The second prince owes his mouth, not Daliang. The third prince is too gloomy. He became the emperor, I'm afraid he's a dead dog. As for the sixth prince, he's a bit incompetent."

However, two tigers fight each other to decide the best one.Yuan Xiao is the tiger from outside, no matter which prince Wen Yi helps other princes, it is better to stand by the prince's side.He needs a wise king in Daqian, who is like Gao Zu, capable of killing in battle, and caring about people's livelihood.Not only that, but also to expand the territory and dominate the continent.

But Wen Yi actually didn't want to come back so soon, he still had things to do in the palace.

Earlier, Wen Ting had brought him news that Shu Yao might be attracted to the Dagan Xuanyuan family, so he wanted to ask the priest to make a divination to see how he acted.But before the plan was implemented, he was taken aback by the prince who put on a lamp in the middle of the night to please him. He didn't have time to take care of anything and slipped back directly, Fang Jue felt at ease.

He comforted himself with a sip of wine, forget it, the future will be long, if he stays with the prince any longer, something serious may happen.

however.

This incident can't happen, it has nothing to do with whether you stay together or not.After you saw the fire was lit, would you withdraw the fire and keep it from burning?Even if there is no wind, it will ignite for you.

Usually at this time, Wen Yi always stays with Yuan Xiao.After noon, because Wen Yi was injured, Yuan Xiao would take a nap with him.When you wake up, have some melon and fruit snacks.Then in the afternoon sun, Yuan Xiao looked at his unknown book, and Wen Yi looked at his scenery records. The two of them each occupied a place without making noise with each other.

After finishing the first half of the book, it was dusk.Before the kitchen prepares dinner, the two will walk along the Lanxin Lake.

At that time, the setting sun just fell on the lake, and the whole round reflection hung down, like a big egg yolk.If there are palace people passing by in the palace, they will retreat to one side and salute with them, and leave after the two pass by.During the years in the palace, except for the harem's secret and open struggles, the rest of the time was still very quiet.Although there is a difference in age between the two, they never felt a generation gap when they talked to each other.

The years are so quiet and good, as if they can walk for a lifetime.

Wen Yi stared at the spot of light that the sun had leaked from among the leaves, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

But after more than a month, it can become a habit.

Time is really scary.

And now-

Wen Yi is alone, free and at her ease. She wants to drink, drink, and read books. She no longer has to worry about a cub secretly kissing him on the forehead while sleeping, and she doesn't have to be happy and worried about the sudden surprise she received. She returns to her original quiet life.But inexplicably feel——

Somewhat boring.

Wine is boring.

Books are boring.

It is also boring to bask in the sun alone.

The ball that hadn't been able to find the tigress rubbed up next to him, kicking him with its big head.Wen Yi followed Qiuqiu's soft white fur, and the big tiger grunted twice. "I know what you want and why you are in a hurry. I found the mountain for you. No matter how forgetful you are, the tigress must be more beautiful once a year, right? You raise the cubs yourself, and I won't help you Raised."

Qiuqiu circled around him, regardless of whether he understood or not, she nestled at his feet, basking in the sun together.

Wen Yi rubbed her foot against it, and Fang Chang sighed: "I heard that when Emperor Gaozu went to the battlefield, he rode a big white tiger. His face was covered with silver tools, he held a silver spear in his hand, and his cloak was stained with blood. It was very beautiful. He rubbed the ball with his foot, "Hey, it's also a tiger, can you look like a tiger and be more majestic. If you eat so fat, you are not afraid that the tigress will not want you."

Qiuqiu just took a bite when he turned his head, but fortunately Wen Yi shrank his feet quickly.

——When it comes to tigress, you can understand it. It's really hard to stay.

After returning to the mansion for a few days, Wen Ting came over and said that someone from the palace had come, and asked the master if he wanted to see him.Wen Yi heard that it was from the palace, her heartbeat was inexplicably fast, and he said, "Who is it, invite him in."

As soon as someone came in, it was Hua Huai'an, Wen Yi was a little disappointed for a moment, there were only a few.

Who is Hua Huai'an? He's a fine person.He immediately noticed the change in Wen Yi's mood, and couldn't help saying: "I'm just coming back for the first time, and Mr. Wen doesn't welcome you?"

It was indeed the first time for Hua Huai'an to come to Wen's residence. He was the commander of the imperial guards, and he didn't usually go out, let alone running errands.Wen Yi invited him into the room, and said with a smile: "Commander Hua is too worried. Please sit down, what's the matter this time?"

"Actually, I have nothing to do. I happened to be working on my grandfather's business today. I passed by Wen's mansion, so I took the liberty to come in for a visit."

Wen Yi: "Oh."

But Hua Huai'an said in the next sentence: "Although His Royal Highness is in the deep palace, he always misses the Duke. Today he knew that I was going out, so he entrusted me to take a look. He told the Duke to eat well and sleep well, and remember to take care of his health. "Speaking of this, Hua Huai'an paused, because Wen Yi's gaze suddenly became - very eager.Did he say something wrong?

Hua Huai'an hesitated and said, "Lord Wen?"

Wen Yi was very tender: "Say it."

"..."

Realizing that her attitude was wrong, Wen Yiqing coughed twice: "Cough, Commander Hua, continue."

Hua Huai'an brought up the small cloth bag that he had been carrying all the time, and opened it for Wen Yi to see: "His Royal Highness entrusted me to bring this. He said that Mr. Wen has rich clothes and fine food, and he probably has never tasted such snacks, so I must give it to you to taste." Taste." As he spoke, he took out a few sweet potatoes, handed one to Wen Yi, and said with a smile, "It's still freshly roasted."

Wen Yi took the sweet potato, which was still warm.Wanting to come out of Huai'an Palace, she went directly to Wen Mansion.

"Isn't there a ban on fire in the palace?"

"There is a ban." Hua Huai'an blinked, "But it is forbidden to set fire in private. If I watch it, it is not private."

"His Majesty actually allows it?"

Commander Hua stroked his chin: "It was not allowed at the beginning."

But after Yuan Xiao distributed the roasted sweet potatoes to the emperor, he acted as if he had gone blind, and only asked Hua Huai'an to take care of him, and not to leave if the open fire was not extinguished.For some reason, the market for this sweet potato was quite good, even the princes secretly ate it without saying anything.Hua Huai'an once thought that if the prince was not the prince, it would probably be a good idea to start a roasted sweet potato business.

That bastard Yuan Xiao——

Pretty good at being a human being.

Wen Yi slandered for a long time, but finally couldn't say a word.After Hua Huai'an left, Wen Yi distributed the sweet potatoes to Su Bingrong, who said with a smile, "His Highness used to do this often in Liangzhou, but he never forgot it in the palace."

There were several sweet potatoes, and Wen Yi stared at the one she left behind, and couldn't help thinking, how did Yuan Xiao run so fast to roast these sweet potatoes in a very short time after knowing that Hua Huai'an had come out, so that they were so precious. Hand over the land to Hua Huai'an - this bastard is used to this, even if it is a broken stone, he treats it like a treasure.Isn’t that what he did when he put those broken bowl lamps, as if he gave you the best things in the world.

Wen Yi lowered her head and took a bite, um, it was quite sweet.

Wen Ting, who had finished dividing the sweet potatoes and entered the room, paused for a moment. He exited and walked in again, making sure he went to the right room.

Is this sir?

Why are you smiling so—

sweet?

The author has something to say:

Lao Wen: Why is this sweet potato so sweet?

Others: You bring your own seasoning.