On the other side of the yamen, Wen Xiaojun took Xiao Zuo's hand and ran back to the small courtyard of the official residence that Yinnuo had found for her.
After running into the courtyard door in three steps and two steps at a time, Wen Xiaojun turned around and pulled the door leaves on both sides, shutting it tightly with a bang, then bolted the door bolt, then grabbed Xiao Zuo's sleeve and ran into the bedroom.
After closing the door tightly again, Wen Xiaoyun was out of breath.
The little boy next to her is much better. Although based on his appearance, he is a little thinner than Wen Xiaoyun, but after all, he is a child from a poor family, and he is very capable of endurance and physical strength.
Seeing Wen Xiaoyun leaning against the door, clutching her chest and out of breath, Xiao Wuzuo quickly looked around the room and quickly noticed the teapot and teacup placed on the middle table.
So he walked quickly forward, turned over an upside-down white tea bowl, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of herbal tea into it.
Then he turned around and quickly brought it to Wen Xiaoyun, and said with a concerned expression: "Scribe Wen, take a sip of water slowly, take a moment, and take a breath."
This cup of tea was so timely for Wen Xiaoyun. She reached out to take the cup, but she didn't expect that a mouthful of phlegm suddenly stuck in her throat, and her breathing immediately became blocked.
The hand reaching for the cup also stopped in mid-air.
She swallowed hard, then withdrew her hand and patted her chest hard, and finally swallowed the phlegm calmly.
However, Wen Xiaoyun's actions suddenly took on a different meaning in Xiao Wuzuo's eyes.
He saw that Secretary Wen was clearly out of breath and needed water the most, but when he was about to take the cup, he hesitated and finally withdrew his hand completely.
The string in the young detective's mind that had just been loosened suddenly tightened. The tension was so strong that he gasped in pain.
However, in order not to make Secretary Wen uncomfortable, he quickly suppressed the dim and hurt look that suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He lowered his raised hand slightly, looked up at Wen Xiaoyun, and smiled reluctantly, "Yes... I'm sorry for you, I forgot my identity, took your cup, and messed it up."
It’s bad luck…”
Wen Xiaoyun's eyes widened for a moment, and she instantly remembered the ancient views on the profession of widowhood.
In ancient society, no matter how superb the identification skills were, they were still a lowly existence that made people avoid them.
Not only did Wu Zuo have a humble status, their descendants were not even qualified to participate in the imperial examination.
Whether in society or in the yamen, everyone will subconsciously stay away from him when they see him.
The identity of Wu Zuo is not only humble, but also mixed with the filth and darkness of a dead body.
Except for my own family, I have no right to eat at the table with anyone else.
Not only that, everything they touch will also be considered to be stained with bad luck and dirt that is difficult to remove.
Therefore, anyone with some status would not ask Wu Zuo to enter the house, let alone touch his clean and elegant tea set.
Wen Xiaoyun's heart suddenly tightened. Strictly speaking, this young man is still in the internship stage. He has not been working as a clerk in the government office for a long time, and his ancestors have not been a man for generations. The reason why he is so conscious and sensitive must be that he has been exposed to many people.
of disgust and hatred.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaojun didn't say anything, snatched the small white porcelain tea cup from Xiao Zuo's hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then raised his sleeves and wiped his mouth, raised his arms to wrap around Xiao Zuo's shoulders, and walked into the house with a smile, "I
I regard you as a brother, so why are you saying such unreasonable things to me?"