Wen Kui smiled and said: "Master said, you can enter Wenshu Pavilion at any time, but I still have to ask you according to the rules, what do you want to borrow?"
This is easy to say, but it is also an exception, otherwise the rules would not be so strict.
This is not a place where anyone can enter if they want. Even if you are a member of the Wen family, you will be let in based on your needs. There are many similar books outside for learning and so on, so there is no need to enter Wenshu Pavilion.
The point is, if they are really good at learning, it is nothing more than that. Wenshu Pavilion will definitely be open to them. Although there are many children of the Wen family, there are not many who are really good at learning. Most of them are superficial articles. After all, most of them are people who have been eating and drinking since they were young.
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So, most of the Wen family disciples who want to enter Wenshu Pavilion want to see what is inside and what is there. They just want to look through it.
Are the two thousand years of literature collected by the ancestors of the past generations just for the unscrupulous descendants of the younger generations to flip through and play with?
Wen Xin: “If I don’t take things out, I just go in and check some things.”
"Okay, please wait a moment." Wen Kui put down his words and quickly walked into the house. After stepping into a desk, he picked up a pen and wrote a note granting permission to enter.
The purpose of entering Wenshu Pavilion must be clearly stated on the note. If you want to borrow something, you must write it clearly on the note, otherwise the guard will not let you take it away.
After finishing writing, Wen Kui took out his seal and stamped it in red, then took out the note and presented it.
Wen Xin thanked her and turned around to take Song Pingping and Xiaohong with her.
Wen Kui, who had seen him off for a ride, stroked his beard and frowned, watching the departing figure...
Inside the Wen Mansion, there is a particularly quiet garden. There is a huge brick and stone pavilion covering an area of nearly two acres. It gives people an old and heavy feeling. It is Wenshu Pavilion.
Outside the garden, Wen Xin knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a young man showed up behind the door. Wen Xin gave him a note. After reading it, the young man returned the note and let her in.
Song Pingping and Xiao Hong could only wait outside the door boredly, and they were not allowed to enter.
The boy who opened and closed the door turned back to pick up the broom and continued sweeping the floor.
At the entrance of Wenshu Pavilion, under the eaves and on the steps, there is a rocking chair, lying on a rocking chair, holding a book in his hand, reading it comfortably, showing a sense of freedom.
Beside him was another young man making tea, but he looked bored.
“Mr. Wen.” Wen Xin came to the eaves and saluted.
She didn't know the name of the old man in front of her, and most people in the house didn't know it. Because of the Wenshu Pavilion, others called him Old Wen, so she followed suit.
She once asked her grandfather for advice, but Wen Miao said that she would know when it was time for her to know, and did not tell her.
The old man opened the book, glanced at her, and said with a smile, "Here he comes."
"Yes." Wen Xin responded and presented the note.
The young man on the side stood up, took the note, read it, stretched out his hand to invite Wen Xin in, and then accompanied Wen Xin.
Wen Xin walked to the stairs and asked, "Where is the painting that I bought in March this year?"
"In March..." The young man thought for a while and asked: "Is it the picture of 'Advocating the literary and respecting the elderly and respecting the virtuous'?"
Wen Xin: "Yes, that's the one."
“Oh, hang on the first floor, follow me.” The young man pointed to the back of the stairs and took her there.
Walking through the rows of bookshelves, they were filled with the smell of books. Even though it was daytime, the light was still a little dim.
On the wall at the end of the bookshelf, there was the last painting in a row. The boy stopped and pointed at it.
Wen Xin took a closer look and saw that, yes, it was the one she was looking for. She had seen this painting before entering the Wenshu Pavilion when it first came here, and she just wanted to see it again.
“Sister Xin’er, do you want a lamp?”
The young man asked, the light was not very good.
"I can see it clearly." Wen Xin shook his head slightly, focusing on the painting.
There are many people in the painting, which is exactly the scene of new Jinshis parading in the capital city. In the middle is a group of Jinshis on horseback, with countless people on both sides. This is the background of the whole painting. The main focus is on the three first-class Jinshis who dismounted from their horses.
The main perspective of the picture is from the Jinshi on the right. That person is Yijia Tanhua, a young man who is accepting a toast from an old man.
The old man was none other than the deceased Second Taiye Wen Yuanchun, who gave a profile of him.
She stared at the face of the young prostitute and muttered, "No beard..."
“What?” asked the young man at the side.
Wen Xin shook his head and said it was nothing. After looking at it carefully for a while, he sighed slightly melancholy.
This painting actually has such a taste that even the Second Master can’t see anything like it, and the same goes for everyone else.
It is conceivable that the parade just paused for a moment, and it was good that the painter could draw it like this in a hurry.
Unable to find the answer he wanted, Wen Xin wandered around the Wenshu Pavilion and finally left with regret.
After going back and forth like this, the whole morning has almost passed.
At lunchtime, Wen Xin ate with her grandfather again.
The dishes on the table are half exquisite and rich, and half simple and vegetarian.
The exquisite and rich ones are for Wen Xin to enjoy, while the simple and plain ones are for Wen Xin.
It’s not that Wen Maomao lives a simple life, but that as we get older, all the good things will gradually fade away, even the food we eat. Older people’s bodies can’t handle overly rich meals, so they can only be simpler.
At the dinner table, Wen Miao noticed that his granddaughter looked absent-minded again. This time, he stopped reminding her and observed silently.
Fortunately, Wen Xin broke the calm not long after, "Grandpa, haven't you always wanted me to know more about and participate in things at home?"
Wen Qian smiled and said, "Let me know if you have any ideas."
“I want to try it out.”
“Should I make the arrangements, or do you make your own arrangements?”
“I want to start with Xizayuan first.”
“Oh, why is it Xizayuan?”
“The Purple Dragon happened to be kept there. After two trips there, I found that there are many things that I don’t understand and I want to know more about it.”
“Okay, you can go back and discuss it with Kuizi.”
As he said, after dinner, Wen Xin went to the butler Wen Kui to discuss the matter.
There was nothing to discuss, so he agreed directly. Wen Kui asked her to wait, and he would arrange for Manager Feng to find her later.
After sending Wen Xin away, Wen Kui returned to the dining table and gave Wen Qiang an explanation.
“This girl has been acting weird recently. What on earth does she want to do?” Wen Qian was a little confused.
Wen Kui: "I feel that Miss Third's recent behavior is related to the servant in Xizayuan."
Wen Miao: "How did that person check?"
Wen Kui: "It's not easy to investigate. If we really want to investigate, we will definitely have to alert the snake."
Wen Miao was surprised, "Is there such a thing?"
Wen Kui sighed: "There is a widow in the south of the city. She has a sharp tongue and a sharp tongue. She is a shrew who often curses in the street. She has a single life and is not afraid of anything. Almost no one wants to associate with her. Niu Youqing is her son.
, according to her own words, she had an illegitimate child with another man in her early years, and none of her neighbors knew about it anyway. This identity is simple and crude, and a secret investigation will not make it clear, unless the widow is directly detained for interrogation.
OK."
Wen Qian was stunned for a while and said: "In other words, there may indeed be a problem?"
Wen Kui: "Sir, the third lady suddenly intervened in the affairs of Xizayuan. Do you want to control the servant first to avoid any accidents?"
Wen Miao slightly shook his head: "Don't worry, a fox will always show its tail. The problem is to find out what he wants to do, is it his personal behavior, or is there some force behind it driving him? How can he be exposed without giving him a chance?
"
Wen Kui: "Okay, people have been arranged to conduct surveillance. By the way, sir, something happened at Yuchun Tower. The master who was deeply in love with the proprietress Yinfeng, known as 'Rouge Guest', has disappeared."
Wen Qian laughed and said, "Didn't you claim to protect Yinfeng for the rest of your life? You couldn't stand it any longer and finally left?"
Wen Kui leaned over to his ear and said, "The man was hanging on the 'Nightmare Pond' in our tunnel, and he was already a white skeleton."
Wen Qiang was stunned and frowned, "Why did he run into the tunnel?"
Wen Kui: "I should have discovered the entrance accidentally. The old slave also thought that there was an entrance and exit at the Yuchun Tower, and was worried whether the disappearance might be related to it, so he went down to check, and it turned out that it was indeed the case."
Wen Qian was silent, "Rangzhi Ke can be considered one of the top masters in Ningzhou City, right?"
Wen Kui: “Yes.”
"Pity."
It was night, and Yu Qing quietly sneaked into the tunnel again to explore and complete the tunnel route map.
Normally, Nanzhu and Mu Aotie, who have mastered the new ground conditions, will quietly come to the clutter yard to improve the Wenfu map.
After a few days, the general regional situation of Wen Mansion was basically clear on the map. Each map led to the location of Wen Mansion. It was difficult to understand the details based on their identities.
What the three of them didn't know was that even if they didn't expose anything, just because of the contact between Yu Qing and Wen Xin, the defense of Wen Mansion had been triggered.
Since Yu Qing was included in the surveillance, Nanzhu and Mu Aotie's contact with the junk yard was immediately discovered to be abnormal, which led to them being also included in the secret surveillance.
Cloudy and light rain.
Yu Qing under the eaves looked up at the sky, and Liu Gui beside him muttered, "It's raining, shouldn't it come?"
Every morning, Wen Xin would come to the courtyard to visit Zilong as a routine, and Liu Gui would also come there every day.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Xiao Hong's voice also sounded, "Aqing, open the door."
Yu Qing was overjoyed and immediately went over to open the door, only to see Wen Xin and three others holding umbrellas.
Wen Xin's eyes fell on Yu Qing's face after entering the door. She was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Finally took off the hood?"
Yu Qing laughed dryly, "The swelling has almost gone away."
Actually, there are still some bruises, so the two senior brothers were a bit harsh.
Zilong didn't sleep today. He was locked in a cage under the eaves. It rained and he was afraid that he would run around.
The three women looked at it and gave up after teasing them. Wen Xin, who was supposed to leave normally, held an umbrella and walked to the door of the opposite warehouse to look at the sundries inside. Then she suddenly asked: "Liu Gui, where are the items here?"
Are there entry and exit details?”
Liu Gui, who was accompanying him, quickly said: "Yes, yes, yes, yes."
Everyone knows that this person has now begun to intervene in the affairs of Xizayuan, and it is normal to pay attention to this.
Wen Xin looked at Yu Qing and said, "Aqing, please summarize and write me the details of this month."
“Okay.” Yu Qing nodded in agreement and ran off to work.
Liu Gui: "Third Miss, I've written it down and I'll send it to you."
Wen Xin glanced in the direction of the bedroom and said, "No, it won't take long to write a month's worth of groceries in and out. I'll wait here."