There was a faint fragrance of bamboo in the warm embrace, and Qiao Yuyan made up her mind. When her feet stood still on the ground, she saw that familiar face.
"Uncle Wen!" Qiao Yuyan felt that these three words were shouted out of her throat, but in fact she was shaking so hard at the moment that she couldn't speak in tune at all, but she just made a hoarse syllable.
Like the whine of a broken baby, Wen Tingyuan's heart suddenly felt sour, and the frost on his face suddenly increased several layers.
Cheng Feng stood beside the strong man who had been subdued with a gloomy expression, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Wen Tingyuan glanced at the man coldly, then turned to Qiao Yuyan, "Let's go!"
Qiao Yuyan wanted to leave quickly at this moment. Just as she was about to nod, she suddenly felt light and was hugged by him.
"Uncle Wen!"
His sudden movement made Qiao Yuyan wake up instantly. Song Yuwei and others had already come over. If they saw this situation, how could they explain it clearly?
"It doesn't matter."
After Wen Tingyuan said this, he hugged her and turned around to enter another trail. Then the road became more and more remote, and there was no one there.
"Where are you going?"
Qiao Yuyan was a little confused. This was obviously the Song family, so why did he look so familiar?
"I'll give you medicine first."
She wanted to ask a few more questions, but when she saw his gloomy face, her doubtful words got stuck in her throat for no reason, and she didn't dare to ask anymore.
Not long after walking, we arrived at a very elegant courtyard.
A young man came up to meet them. When he saw the two of them, he couldn't hide the horror in his eyes, "Zingyuan, this is..."
When Qiao Yuyan saw the person coming, she was immediately frightened and turned pale.
Isn't this the third son of the Song family?
Some time ago, the old lady enthusiastically dragged her to the Song family. Wasn't the purpose of falling on the third son of Song Dynasty?
Judging from the family background and current status of the two families, the Qiao family is not inferior to the Song family. After all, the Song family currently does not have any capable people in the government.
But if we talk about Qiao Yuyan and Song Jingshu, it is estimated that eight out of ten people will feel that they are not a good match.
Qiao Yuyan's reputation in the capital was not well-known at first, and his later deeds were not a good thing either.
Secondly, it's because Song Jingshu is so outstanding. Some people say that among the children of the Song family, he is the only one who looks most like the old master of the Song family.
Although he did not take part in the imperial examination, he was famous for his talent early on. At the age of seven, he once composed a poem called Qijue in public, which was even praised by the current emperor.
What's more, he also has a good appearance. Among the noble sons in the capital, Prince An is as good as him.
With the Song family's family tradition and family status, as well as Song Jingshu's own character, which family in Beijing wouldn't want to marry their girl to him?
At this time, he was holding a book in his hand, and the horror on his face was no different from Qiao Yuyan's.
Wen Tingyuan didn't explain much, just asked in a serious tone, "Which room should be used?"
After Song Jingshu heard this, he looked at Qiao Yuyan in his arms, who looked very embarrassed, and knew that there must be an accident. He quickly led the way to the side room, "No one lives in it, but it is cleaned every day."
Wen Tingyuan was not polite at all and allowed him to open the door for him, went in and placed Qiao Yuyan on the shelf by the window.
Then she half-knelt on the footrest in front of her to check the wound on her foot.
Even though Qiao Yuyan lived an extra lifetime, she had never experienced such an embarrassing scene. At that moment, she wished she could find a hole and hide herself in. When she saw his movements, she quickly retracted her feet.
Wen Tingyuan's movements froze, and he turned to look at Song Jingshu, who was still stunned at the door.
The other party reacted immediately and quickly retreated, still standing in the yard.
Wen Tingyuan turned his head back, but the expression on his face was still cold. Fortunately, his tone was still gentle, "There are no outsiders here. Let me take a look at your feet."
Qiao Yuyan felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment and waved her hands quickly, "It's okay. Give me the medicine and I...I...I'll do it myself!"
As she spoke, she noticed that Wen Tingyuan's eyes were a bit colder, which made her feel particularly unfamiliar. Her subsequent words became stumbling, and finally she resigned herself to her fate and stretched out her feet.
She couldn't tell why. She used to sleep in Wen Tingyuan's room in the Xu family, and she never felt bad about it.
Sometimes when I am too tired to walk, I often ask him to carry me home.
Not to mention the occasional small scratches, you have to cry out to the other person to snort him.
But today, he had to give himself medicine, so why did he feel so uncomfortable?
Random thoughts flashed through her mind, and she almost didn't dare to look at the person in front of her. She could only look around with her eyes.
Until the wound on her heel suddenly felt a sharp pain, she immediately turned her attention back and couldn't help crying out in pain, and her tears instantly fell from her eyes.
Fortunately, the pain only lasted for a moment, and then an icy cold feeling covered the entire wound, soothing the burning pain just now.
Wen Tingyuan carefully applied ointment to all her small wounds, then wrapped her wounds with clean gauze, then put her feet down and raised his eyes to look at her with a somewhat complicated look.
There were tears in Qiao Yuyan's eyes, "Uncle Wen..."
The fear and grievance she had just felt suddenly came to her mind. The person in front of her became Uncle Wen who always protected her. She cried first as if she went to him every time she was wronged.
.
Wen Tingyuan's complicated expression gradually faded away, and there was only distress in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to put her little head into his arms, and patted her back gently in a natural and familiar manner, "It's okay, it's over.
Already."
This sentence touched the most sensitive point in her heart, and Qiao Yuyan cried even more happily.
Thinking of what happened today, I felt aggrieved and afraid and wanted to cry. Thinking of Xu's partiality, I wanted to cry.
I even thought of myself in my previous life, and the pain in my heart was even more unbearable, so I just grabbed his front and cried heartily.
In her two lifetimes, the only thing that really allowed her to cry without any scruples was this embrace.
There are many people who love her, but she has known since she was a child that she cannot express many of her emotions freely, otherwise it will make things difficult for those who love her.
There was only one Uncle Wen, and he would not even ask her why she was unhappy or what wrongs she had suffered.
She could cry whenever she wanted. Even if she finished crying and burped and couldn't help laughing, it didn't matter. He would just pour her a glass of water and tell her to drink it and continue crying.
Just like every time before, Wen Tingyuan waited until she finished crying before taking her out of his arms, then stuffed her with a small tea cup and said, "Drink some water."
Qiao Yuyan cried to her heart's content this time. Everyone was twitching until the end, and her face turned into a big cat from crying. After drinking a glass of water, she finally regained her mood.
Then she found herself sitting in his arms, her face flushed inexplicably, and she quickly held her hand and moved to the side.
Not sure if it was her imagination, but she felt that Uncle Wen's face looked a little more ugly.
But thinking that he always loves me, it is normal for him to feel angry when he encounters this matter today.
Now she was even more confused about his appearance, "Uncle Wen, why are you here?" This chapter has been completed!