When Qiao Yuyan came over, Wen Tingyuan was talking to an unfamiliar man. Judging from his appearance, he should be Wen Tingyuan.
Seeing her coming, the two people stopped, and Wen Tingyuan asked the person to step back.
Qiao Yuyan smiled and glanced at the other person. He was pretty and handsome.
The man's eyes just glanced at Qiao Yuyan's face, then he bowed to her and left.
Wen Tingyuan came over and looked at him with a faint smile in his eyes, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Qiao Yuyan originally felt a little uneasy because of Pinlan's words, so she came over to take a look.
But when I saw him now, I suddenly woke up again.
How could she tell him such a thing?
At that moment, he made an excuse casually, "Mommy said, now I am the mistress of this courtyard, and as your wife, I should take care of your affairs."
You said you have a hard time studying here, and you want me to come over and see if there is anything that needs to be added or replaced."
When Qiao Yuyan said this, she was surprised. When had she been able to compile a story so smoothly?
Wen Tingyuan nodded in agreement when he heard this, "I think grandma is right, and my things have always been taken care of by the servants, which is not very meticulous. Now that Yan'er is here, it should be much better."
Qiao Yuyan looked around his house inside and out, feeling that this man was talking nonsense.
This place is obviously more exquisite than her house. She is telling lies with her eyes wide open. She doesn’t know who takes care of it, but she can teach the girls in the yard a lesson.
Qiao Yuyan felt embarrassed because she had nothing to say, so she found an excuse and went back.
Wen Tingyuan informed that a friend had invited him to dinner at noon and he would not be back.
This is also common. Qiu Wei received such a ranking and was a scholar of the Wen family, so naturally many people came and went.
Even Mrs. Wen and Wen Qiong Yuya have repeatedly reminded him to hang out with other people. If he really has the opportunity to enter the court in the future, the friendship he has formed now will be his connections in the court in the future.
In previous years, between autumn and spring, there were many restaurants and tea shops where young people gathered for parties.
But this year it's obviously a lot quieter.
No one needs to point out the reason.
The emperor's illness has been suppressed in the palace, but the atmosphere in the capital has been suppressed.
When Wen Tingyuan arrived, he heard two people discussing this in lowered voices.
Seeing him coming, everyone immediately stopped their discussion and looked over together.
The food and wine on the table were all ready, and everyone else had arrived, obviously just waiting for him.
One of the scholars, wearing a white straight jacket and a Gulen scarf, stepped forward with a smile and said, "Brother Zingyuan, you are late this time. You will have to punish yourself with three drinks later."
Others also started making noises, and one person immediately walked to the door, told the waiter not to come and beat him unless he was summoned, and then motioned for others to close the door.
As soon as the door was closed, the expressions of everyone in the room suddenly became serious, and two people sat directly at the door.
"The two houses next door belong to us. There is a lake over there and it is safe here." One person whispered.
Wen Tingyuan nodded slightly and sat on the main seat.
"Master, the news from the palace is... within half a month."
After the man in black finished speaking, everyone was shocked, "Is the news accurate?"
Several imperial doctors with superb medical skills in the imperial hospital have not left the palace for such a long time.
Not only that, the inner and outer palaces have been almost completely isolated. It is said that even the necessary items entering and leaving the palace every day are strictly inspected.
So as soon as the news came out, others couldn't help but ask.
But this question is in vain. If you can get the information you are talking about now, it can only be true.
"Master, you can't delay any longer!"
The person who spoke was the person who greeted Wen Tingyuan when he came in just now.
"What's going on in the Shen family?"
When Wen Tingyuan's words came out, everyone's eyes fell on a dark-skinned man wearing black clothes.
"So far, there has been no movement from the Shen family. General Shen is still patrolling the border as usual."
"How is this possible? If there is really something strange, how can the Shen family stay calm?"
"Besides, the Seventh Prince has not been idle at all recently. He seems not to have cared about Concubine Hui's downfall at all."
"If you still pay attention to those things at this time, you are really risking your life."
Listening to their busy discussions, Wen Tingyuan closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be listening to them.
After several people had said a few words, everyone realized the gaffe, stopped in unison, and turned to the man sitting in the main seat.
"Where is your old man?" Wen Tingyuan raised his eyes again, his eyes falling on the young man who had just started speaking.
The man's expression was a little unnatural, "I don't dare to ask, but he hasn't had much abnormality recently, and... everyone knows that in a few days, my house..."
Before he could finish his words, his face turned slightly red, causing several other people to laugh at him.
Wen Tingyuan nodded slightly, "I want to see him."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. The man with the dark face immediately stood up and objected, "No!"
Wen Tingyuan looked at him, "Uncle Liao, I just want to ask why, and..."
His eyes became firm, "I must ask, otherwise, I don't know what the meaning of doing this is."
After he finished speaking, the entire box fell silent.
Everyone looked at each other, but it was obvious that most people disagreed.
"It's necessary."
Suddenly someone spoke up and broke the silence.
A young man sitting in the corner came out and said, "I also want to know why."
But it was Prince An. Today he rarely wore a dark-colored straight jacket and a black jade crown. It was completely different from the romantic and slutty look he usually gave off.
You could even see the seriousness between his brows and eyes. He walked over and sat next to Wen Tingyuan, looking at everyone.
"Don't you want to ask?"
The dark-faced man let out a long sigh, then slapped his palm on the table, "Old Liao will make arrangements."
After he said this, the others had no objections and started discussing other matters.
Prince An looked at Wen Tingyuan, "When are you leaving?"
"It's only been the past two days." Wen Tingyuan picked up the wine glass, took a sip and then put it down.
"Actually, I have never understood why you wanted to marry the eldest daughter of the Qiao family. Is it because of your friendship in Jiangzhou?"
Prince An added before he spoke, "I don't believe you have no other remedy for what happened that night outside the city."
When Wen Tingyuan heard what he said, he suddenly smiled, then winked at him, "Then there is only one reason I can give you."