Because it's getting cold today, and it's already cold here. In winter, it's like an ice cellar.
Everyone in the house was too lazy to move around, and no one came here on weekdays, so Qiao Yuyan asked the maids and women to go back to the house and guard the house instead of sitting here at the door.
Even if there is a stove, the body is still soaked in cold, and it is easy to catch cold.
But when she came here today, she saw a woman and two maids guarding the gate. The other side of the main room was quiet, without any sound.
She felt something in her heart and walked over quickly.
Sure enough, before reaching the door, I saw a bamboo-green figure standing in front of the door.
Qiao Yuyan's heart suddenly settled down, and she felt warm in her heart. However, her face didn't show too many emotions, and she just walked in with a smile.
"You're back at this point? Is it edible?"
As if he hadn't been home for a long time, as if he hadn't been in such a hurry last night, her tone of voice was as if he just came back from a visit from outside.
Wen Tingyuan didn't wait for the maid to take action. After welcoming her in, Wen Tingyuan reached out and took off her cloak, hung it on the screen, and pulled Qiao Yuyan to the stove.
Qiao Yuyan had just come back from outside. There was a layer of chill all over her body, but the hand holding her was warm and dry. The warmth spread from his palm, and it seemed that all the coldness had been driven away immediately.
Qiao Yuyan felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull her hand back, but flinched when Wen Tingyuan looked at her in surprised eyes.
This doesn’t seem to matter! In any case, they are nominally husband and wife, and they have done more intimate things, such as the two hugs last night...
Being so coy now seems like there is something on his mind.
Wen Tingyuan pushed her down on the chair, pulled out a chair and sat across from her, "I'll come back after eating."
It was to answer the question she just asked.
Qiao Yuyan nodded casually, not knowing what to ask for a moment.
The maids in the room were all very discerning, and now they had all retreated. Except for the sound of the wind outside, they were the only two sitting opposite each other.
"The Holy One has passed away." Qiao Yuyan said, her eyes falling on his face, as if she wanted to see something from it.
It's a pity that Wen Tingyuan's expression was normal, and he even smiled softly, then stretched out his hand to scratch her nose, "You don't have a job, so you don't have to go to mourning, otherwise you will really suffer a big punishment."
Qiao Yuyan stopped talking, clasped her hands on her knees, and turned her gaze to the brazier.
Wen Tingyuan frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"
He could feel that Qiao Yuyan was not in a good mood, and she was in a bad mood now. She was not in such a mood when she first came here.
The charcoal fire suddenly made a "beep" sound. It was not loud, but in this empty and quiet room, it was very obvious.
Qiao Yuyan's eyes flashed, and she finally turned to look at him with a faint smile, "It's okay."
After thinking for a while, he added: "Qiao Yuning did something wrong, and now it's in my hands. Maybe you can ask her something."
After saying that, he stood up and asked someone to take Wen Tingyuan over.
However, Wen Tingyuan quickly walked up to her and stopped her intention, "What's going on?"
Qiao Yuyan smiled softly, her expression already relaxed, "It's okay, maybe it's because I have to take care of things in the house and I'm a little tired. If you have something to do, go ahead and do it!"
"Are you unhappy?!" Wen Tingyuan grabbed her arm and stopped her from entering the inner room, "Yan'er, we still have a long time ahead. If something happens to you, don't take it to heart.
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With her back to him, Qiao Yuyan's eyes flashed with fatigue, but when she turned her face, it disappeared, "Don't worry! I know what to do."
She freed her arm from his hand and said, "It's almost time. Now that the old lady and the eldest lady are both gone, there's probably going to be a fuss. I'm going to do something for a while."
But Wen Tingyuan didn't want to call her over just like that, "You obviously have something on your mind."
His posture was a bit forceful, which Qiao Yuyan was not used to. She tried to avoid him again and again, but she still couldn't escape, and she couldn't help but feel angry in her heart.
"You are the one who has something on your mind, Uncle Wen!"
As soon as Qiao Yuyan called out this title, both of them were stunned.
She subconsciously felt that she called him wrong, but she didn't know what to call him.
Stop?
In fact, it is inappropriate.
Wen Tingyuan's brows were already furrowed, "Why are you calling me like that again?"
Qiao Yuyan turned her face away and shrugged casually, "No one else is here anyway."
"Are you dissatisfied with me in your heart?"
Wen Tingyuan held her shoulders, trying to force her to look at him.
Qiao Yuyan still looked away, "No."
"You have!"
"I don't!"
His tone was very sure, "You can't lie to me!"
"Yes, yes," Qiao Yuyan couldn't break away from his hand several times. She couldn't help but feel discouraged and her eyes turned red. She looked directly at him, "I can't lie to you. You watched me grow up.
You know exactly what I am like, you know exactly what I am like when I am happy, what I am like when I am wronged, and what I am like when I am sad, but what about you?"
Wen Tingyuan's expression was a little stunned, but Qiao Yuyan's inner grievance was completely aroused, "What are you like? Everyone said that you have been studying hard in Bailu Cave, but I know you are not! Then why did you get the exam?
Jieyuan, who do you study under? How come you, an abandoned son of the Wen family, have so much wealth and so many talented people?
Why are the four sons of the Song family, Prince An, and the sixth son of the Marquis of Changxing all friendly with you? You have obviously never been to the capital!
Why do you know everything? Why do my grandmother’s family respect you so much? Why can even the Wen family accept you wholeheartedly regardless of past grudges? "
Qiao Yuyan paused, looking at him with clearer eyes, but her voice lowered, "Why are you so powerful?"
She thought she didn't think about anything last night, but it turned out that subconsciously she was thinking too much because of his words.
So when I saw him today, these emotions spontaneously emerged from the bottom of my heart.
Seeing that he seemed a little embarrassed, Qiao Yuyan suddenly regretted it again.
After all, it has nothing to do with her.
A bit of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she reluctantly said, "Forget it, I... just... just asked casually, it's okay, you go ahead and get busy! I also have something to do."
This time, she easily broke away from his hand and turned around to enter the inner room. On the table by the window, Pinlan had already laid out all the relevant things as instructed.
Qiao Yuyan took a deep breath and tried to suppress the tightness that was about to overflow her chest.
She shouldn't have asked these questions.
Even before they got married, they had already agreed that she would take care of the inner courtyard for him so that he would have no worries.
Now that he thinks about it, the only choice for his wife is himself. Because of her, he can do his own thing with peace of mind.
But why, after thinking about this clearly, does she feel so uncomfortable?
The sound of light footsteps came from behind, and Qiao Yuyan only felt irritated. She didn't want to say anything else at all. She had been too impulsive just now.
"If nothing happens, why not take a nap? I'll let them smoke the bed."