The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

What are you two doing? One for each other's vinegar, one for each other's chili oil, it's not enough to give each other lanterns, and they also give each other seasonings?

Mu Qingchen always felt that this scene was an eyesore, and at the same time he felt a little full, obviously he didn't have dinner.

"He can't eat spicy food." Mu Qingchen took the spicy oil from Gu Jiao's hand.

Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gu Jiao.

Just as Gu Jiao was about to say something, Mu Qingchen's eyes swept over, thinking about hemorrhoids again?

Gu Jiao: "..."

This stalk can't be passed, can it?

"Just eat a spoonful." Gu Jiao quickly poured half of it into the bowl, and Mu Qingchen didn't even have time to stop it.

The taste of the dumplings is really good, especially when they are topped with spicy oil, Gu Jiao is very satisfied.

Both of them were eating, only Mu Qingchen was sitting dry.

Mu Qingchen didn't want to stare at the two of them, but her eyes would fall on them unconsciously.

Gu Jiao slurped while eating, her cheeks bulged, she was inexplicably cute.

Mu Qingchen frowned.

How could he find a big man cute?

He is crazy!

He glanced at the uninvited guest Long Yi again, Long Yi's eating was not cute enough to describe, he was gentle and elegant, his gestures and gestures exuded a sense of nobility.

If it is said that this is not etiquette cultivated since childhood, Mu Qingchen does not believe it.

But Mu Qingchen racked his brains, and it was difficult to connect the person in front of him with a son of a noble family in Shengdu.

Could it be that it is not from Shengdu?

No, his accent is from Shengdu, and he admitted it himself.

When Mu Qingchen was puzzled, the three of Mu Chuan came over.

"Fourth brother! Liulang!"

When Liu Lang called, Gu Jiao didn't look up, but Xiao Heng glanced at Mu Chuan.

Mu Qingchen frowned,

I didn't call you again.

"Liulang, why are you ignoring me when I call you?" Mu Chuan came to the table and said with a resentful face.

Gu Jiao sucked a dumpling and said without changing her face, "I'm busy."

Never admit that I didn't react.

"Are you full?" Xiao Heng asked Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao said: "You can eat a little more."

Shengdu is good in everything, but the portions of the dishes are always exquisite.

Xiao Heng smiled lightly, and said: "Save some stomachs for those who are deflated."

"Well, good!" Gu Jiao responded obediently.

Mu Qingchen frowned even tighter. She had known Gu Jiao for so long, and she had never seen Gu Jiao talk so easily.

Mu Chuan gave Xiao Heng a strange look, and asked, "Liu Lang, who is this?"

Gu Jiao introduced: "The friend I met just now, Long Yi."

"So your name is Liu Lang." Xiao Heng plugged the loophole that the two didn't finish introducing each other's identities when they met.

Gu Jiao said seriously: "Yes, my surname is Xiao and my name is Liulang. They are my classmates."

"My name is Mu Chuan."

"Yuan Xiao."

"Zhao Wei."

The three of them reported themselves one by one.

Mu Qingchen never showed any intention of getting acquainted with this Long Yi from the beginning to the end, so he didn't introduce himself.

But if he didn't say anything, it didn't mean Mu Chuan didn't say anything.

Mu Chuan smiled and said, "The three of us are Liu Lang's classmates, and so is my fourth brother. He is also Liu Lang's roommate!"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Heng's face sank.

Gu Jiao, who was drinking dumpling soup, felt a chill down her spine for no reason.

What's with the delusion that the backyard is about to catch fire again?

Gu Jiao hurriedly put down the soup bowl and said, "I haven't lived in a dormitory before!"

Xiao Heng's expression softened.

Mu Qingchen looked at Gu Jiao suspiciously.

Gu Jiao coughed softly, stood up and said, "Okay, I'm full! Let's go! By the way, where is Master Wu?"

The ability to change the subject is perfect!

Mu Chuan said: "He went to watch a sideshow, we sneaked here!"

What's the deal with visiting lanterns with my wife? Of course I'm going to run away.

"There is a poetry fair over there, let's go and have a look!" Zhao Wei suggested.

They are students of Wenju Academy, and they are still very interested in the poetry meeting. Gu Jiao just wants to quickly put out the fire in the backyard, so naturally she will not disagree.

A group of people happily went.

Xiao Heng walked on Gu Jiao's left side, and Mu Qingchen walked on Gu Jiao's right side.

She was occupied on both sides, and Mu Chuan and the others could only follow behind them.

Zhao Wei suddenly whispered: "Hey, do you think the three of them are weird?"

"What's wrong?" Mu Chuan asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Yuan Xiao also asked.

Looking at the backs of the three people, Zhao Wei frowned and said, "I can't say, it's just...it's just the three of them...it feels quite crowded."

Yuan Xiao looked at the three of them, and said, "The three of us are quite crowded, the street is only this wide, and there are so many people, so it's not crowded, right?"

Zhao Wei said: "Our crowding is different from theirs!"

Yuan Xiao asked stupidly: "What's the difference?"

Zhao Wei scratched his head: "Just... hey, I can tell you, do I still ask you?"

"Forget it." Zhao Wei sighed.

Zhao Wei is a person with a delicate mind, but he can't hold back Mu Chuan and Yuan Xiao's nerves.

Rather than observing whether the three big men are crowded or not, the two want to see the lanterns on the street.

The folk customs of Yan Kingdom are relatively open among the Six Kingdoms. There are many women shopping for lanterns on the street. Men rarely carry lanterns, and they always feel a bit out of tune. Xiao Heng and Gu Jiao are exceptions.

The appearance of the two carrying lanterns against each other is as beautiful as a mural.

A group of people came to the poetry fair. This should be the largest poetry fair on the street. It was held by a restaurant. There were not only poems, but also lantern riddles, couplets, and stereotyped essays.

Lantern riddles are the simplest, and the reward lanterns are also the most common.

The first place lantern is a gourd made of gold leaf. The gourd's whiskers are made of real gold wire, which is expensive and exquisite.

This lamp is not for sale, and only the best stereotyped essay can be taken away.

Gu Jiao looked at the gourd lantern, her eyes lit up.

It's golden, Jing Kong must like it.

"Want?" Xiao Heng asked softly in her ear.

The warm breath made her earlobe slightly itchy, she pulled her small ear, nodded: "Yes."

Xiao Heng walked over, the lobby on the first floor was full of scholars writing stereotyped essays, Xiao Heng found a corner table and sat down.

"Hey? How did Long Yi get in?" Mu Chuan asked.

Guessing lantern riddles, composing poems, and matching pairs can be done outside, but Mu Chuan just wants to guess a few lantern riddles anyway.

Soon, Mu Qingchen also walked in.

"Fourth brother?" Mu Chuan was dumbfounded. He looked at the golden gourd lamp hanging at the door, and thought, isn't it, is this lamp so beautiful? Fourth brother wants it too?

Mu Qingchen didn't sit with Xiao Heng, he specially picked a table three or four seats away from Xiao Heng.

The two wrote calmly.

It didn't take long to attract everyone's attention.

A scholar who was writing stereotyped essays at the seat by the window patted his companion at the front table and asked, "Look, is that person over there Mr. Qingchen?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the two companions at the front table stopped writing, but the rest of them also looked in the direction he pointed.

The other recognized Mu Qingchen, and whispered: "It seems to be really him!"

"No way? Why is Mr. Qingchen here? Is he the one who sent the lanterns?"

"Is he here to mess things up?"

"That's right, he's the head of the four princes. He's here to write the eight-legged essay. What else can we do?"

At least half of the people who were still writing quickly put down their pens.

Just the title of Mr. Qingchen is enough to kill their fighting spirit, okay?

While Gu Jiao and the others waited outside, they guessed a lot of lantern riddles and won a lot of lanterns, all of which were given to girls passing by.

The news that Mu Qingchen was here gradually spread, and more and more people came to watch.

Finally, after a gong sounded, the shopkeeper of the restaurant came out with a smile and took down the golden gourd lantern himself.

"Someone got the first place! Who's who!"

"I do not know!"

"It's Mr. Qingchen!"

The shopkeeper scanned the crowd, walked towards Gu Jiao with a lantern in his hand, and said politely, "Your Excellency is Xiao Liulang, Mr. Xiao?"

"I am." Gu Jiao said.

The shopkeeper offered the lantern with both hands: "Congratulations to Mr. Xiao for getting the lantern."

Someone in the crowd complained: "He didn't go in to make a fuss!"

The shopkeeper smiled and looked at Gu Jiao: "The article written by Mr. Xiao's friend has been appreciated by Mr. Yang Ge. It is a well-deserved number one tonight. Mr. Xiao's friend told you to give this lantern to Mr. Xiao. Please, Mr. Xiao Laughing."

Gu Jiao took the lantern.

Only then did everyone realize that the shopkeeper had just said something about Mr. Yang Ge.

"My God! Elder Yang Ge is here!"

"If I had known that Mr. Yang Ge was here, I would have gone in to make a fuss too! If I could give him some pointers, my whole life would be worth it!"

Mr. Yang Ge is the leading figure in the literary world of Yan Kingdom, and all those who come to Shengdu to study are eager to become his disciples. Unfortunately, Mr. Yang hardly accepts students in private.

Soon, Xiao Heng and Mu Qingchen came out.

The two walked towards Gu Jiao.

Seeing that Gu Jiao and Mu Qingchen were acquainted, and they were both wearing the uniforms of Tianqiong Academy, everyone looked surprised.

A scholar said: "I'll just call him Mr. Qingchen, right? Only his articles can catch the eyes of Mr. Yang Ge."

In the wing room on the second floor, Old Yang Ge was sitting on a cushion, and on the desk in front of him were several stereotyped essays that had just been collected from the lobby.

Sitting opposite Yang Gelao was a refined middle-aged man.

"Ge Lao, you have watched it several times." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Is it really so amazing?"

Yang Ge stroked his beard and said, "Since Jing Shizi, I have never seen such an astonishingly brilliant literary talent."

"Now it's Duke An." Shizi Jing was called many years ago, and the middle-aged man said with a smile, "Compared with Duke Ang, is this too high a rating? Who is it?"

Elder Yang Ge looked at the signature under the text, and said rather strangely: "Long Yi."

...

Gu Jiao and her group were walking on the bustling streets. She now has two lanterns, one pink and tender peach blossom lantern, and the other golden gourd lantern, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

"Liulang, your lamp is so beautiful!" Yuan Xiao pointed to the gourd lamp carried by Gu Jiao's right hand.

Of course, it was sent by my husband.

Mu Qingchen's suspicious eyes fell on Xiao Heng, who is this person?

"Dried meat! Fresh and delicious dried meat!"

Not far away came the shouts of peddlers.

Xiao Heng said to Gu Jiao: "Go shopping first, I'll go buy some dried meat."

After he left, Mu Qingchen blurted out: "Do you like to eat dried meat?"

This question was very strange, even Mu Qingchen's own brows were surprised, why would he subconsciously think that everything that man named Long Yi did was for Xiao Liulang?

Gu Jiao inexplicably felt that she should answer this question cautiously.

At this moment, Mu Chuan found a new stall for guessing lantern riddles, and waved to several people: "Fourth brother, Liulang, come quickly!"

"Liulang, let's go and have a look!" Yuan Xiao urged.

Gu Jiao was successfully taken away by the two, and Mu Qingchen asked about loneliness.

The place where jerky was sold was not far away, it was just at the entrance of a ready-made garment shop diagonally opposite, the business of jerky was good, there were quite a lot of people queuing up, Xiao Heng stood at the end of the line.

Xiao Heng waited patiently.

He was not used to wearing a mask yet, so he pushed it with his hands, but accidentally pushed the mask off.

He bent over, stretched out his slender fingertips to pick up the mask that fell on the ground, and gently patted the dust on the mask.

At the same time, a woman with an embroidery basket came out of the tailor shop.

The woman's clothes are not too luxurious, but her demeanor is comparable to that of an ordinary woman.

She walked past the butcher's stand and got into a carriage by the side of the road.

Perhaps the aroma of jerky was so enticing that the woman couldn't help but glanced at the stall.

With just one glance, she froze all over.

The carriage pulled up.

The woman couldn't sit still and fell backwards, the curtain in her hand fell with a snap.

"Stop! Stop!"

she yelled.

The coachman stopped the carriage.

The little girl in the car asked, "Auntie, what's the matter? Did you leave something in the shop? I'll go get it?"

The woman didn't answer her words, but lifted her skirt and hurriedly got off the carriage.

She came to the stall selling jerky and pushed the men away one by one.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you sick!"

Everyone cursed.

The woman murmured in a daze: "Where are people? Where are people?"

The little girl came over: "Auntie, who are you looking for?"

The woman lost her mind and said, "His Highness Changsun... I saw His Highness Changsun..."

The little girl looked around and said in a low voice: "Auntie, are you dazzled? His Highness the eldest grandson is no longer in Shengdu, and he followed the princess to guard the imperial tomb."

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