When Xiao Xuanan entered Fengyi Palace and walked towards the side hall where Wen Jiaojiao lived, he saw her lying on the window sill playing with several pots of plum blossoms from a distance.
It's snowing heavily today, and through the snowflakes, the girl's face becomes hazy. She doesn't know what she said to Yuzhu, but she smiles very happily.
Her smile was so bright and beautiful that the plum blossoms in front of her seemed to have lost their color.
Xiao Xuanan stood in the snow and watched for a while, unable to bear to break the stunning scene in front of him. When Wen Jiaojiao put the plum blossoms in front of the window, he discovered Xiao Xuanan standing in the heavy snow.
"Second brother!"
Hearing the girl's soft voice, Xiao Xuanan's fatigue from the day dissipated a lot.
Wen Jiaojiao leaned half of his body on the window sill and waved to him, "Second brother, it's snowing so heavily outside, what are you doing standing there? Come in quickly!"
Xiao Xuanan walked up to Wen Jiaojiao and said with a gentle expression: "I just came to see you, and I will go back to my house later."
Xiao Xuanan is still investigating the last assassination, going back and forth between the palace and the Ministry of Justice every day. This incident is not just a simple assassination, but also has something to do with some minor commotions at the border.
So the emperor secretly sent him back to investigate the matter. He is now living in the Duke's Mansion. He has been investigating the case for a day today and is preparing to go back. He was thinking about Wen Jiaojiao, so he came over to see her.
"Yue'er, you can't touch the flowers. Why are there so many plum blossoms in the house?"
Xiao Xuanan saw that her face was leaning against the flower, so he moved the flower pot to the side.
"This is not a real flower."
Wen Jiaojiao held up his chin and said with a smile: "Even the second brother was deceived. It seems that Xiaohe's craftsmanship is indeed very good."
After hearing Wen Jiaojiao say that it was not a real flower, Xiao Xuanan touched it and found that it was not real.
Xiao Xuanan looked at Wen Jiaojiao's sly smile and asked, "Who is Xiaohe?"
"He's a young palace attendant from the Plum Garden. He's about the same age as me. He made all these fake plum blossoms as gifts for me. Isn't his craftsmanship amazing?"
Xiao Xuanan did not hesitate to praise: "It's really good."
"Second brother, come in quickly and have a sip of hot tea. Don't stand outside."
Xiao Xuanan looked at Wen Jiaojiao reaching out to hold his arm, and smiled helplessly: "Are you asking the second brother to climb in through the window?"
Wen Jiaojiao turned sideways and said, "Then you can go ahead. This is my sister's place anyway. Even if you come in through the window, no one will tell you."
Xiao Xuan'an: "Only a deceiver would climb through the window and enter a woman's boudoir."
Wen Jiaojiao: "This is not my boudoir. You are my second brother, not a slut."
Xiao Xuanxin said, if he wasn't afraid of scaring Yue'er, he would really want to be a disciple.
Wen Jiaojiao smiled and grabbed his hair and scratched Xiao Xuanan's face, "I remember that my second brother climbed over my window and took me out to play secretly when I was a child."
After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment.
A memory flashed through her mind. It was a winter day. Wen Jiaojiao stayed in the house all day because she was afraid of the cold. She actually wanted to go out to play, but her mother-in-law wouldn't even let her go out to the yard.
Xiao Xuan'an, who was only thirteen years old, almost threw his sister down not long ago. After being spanked by his uncle, his butt was still swollen, so he secretly came to the Wen Mansion to find Wen Jiaojiao.
In the afternoon, Xiao Yurong was making clothes for Wen Jiaojiao in the house. After doing it for a while, she lay down on the chair and fell asleep. Xiao Xuanan was afraid of being discovered by Yuzhu and the others, so he quietly opened Wen Ruyue's window and climbed in, then took the seven-year-old
My sister slipped out of the window.
The result was that the two of them had been playing outside for several hours, and Xiao Yurong led people all over the street to look for them. After brother Xiao returned, he was beaten by his uncle again, and this time he couldn't get out of bed for several days.
Wen Jiaojiao went to Xiao Mansion to see him, and he smiled and said that if he hadn't crawled too slowly on the ground, he would have climbed up to her and continued to take her out to play.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at his red and swollen buttocks, tears falling from his eyes.
Since she was a child, others have thought of her as a fragile porcelain doll, not letting her do this or that, for fear that she would be injured or have an accident, so they wished she could be enshrined like a Bodhisattva.
Only Brother Xiao would try his best to take her out to play and let her see more of the outside scenery.
She still remembered that Brother Xiao would carry her to climb mountains in the summer. She was a little afraid of water a few years ago because she fell into the lake. Brother Xiao took her to the stream and tied them up.
He gave her a rope and said she would never drown again, allowing her to overcome the psychological barrier of being afraid of water.
These memories are so clear in her mind right now, as if she has experienced them herself.
But this time's memory, she didn't think it was just Wen Ruyue's memory, it was Wen Ruyue's and Wen Jiaojiao's.
Xiao Xuanan grabbed Wen Jiaojiao and teased his hair, "I started to be in a daze again."
"Tomorrow Jiao Jiao will go to the study with Yan'er to study. I have prepared everything for her. Don't let her be late on the first day."
Xiao Qingyu, Qingquan and the others gave instructions as they went to the side hall where Wen Jiaojiao lived. As soon as they walked into the courtyard of the side hall, they saw Xiao Xuanan standing under the window, holding Wen Jiaojiao's hair in his hand.
Xiao Qingyu paused and looked at the two of them in slight surprise.
She looked at Jiao Jiao talking there, his eyes staring at her motionless.
After talking for a while, she watched her second son enter the room, take off his armor and sit opposite Jiao Jiao.
Through the open window, a girl and a boy are sitting together drinking tea and talking, with white snow and red plum blossoms, a handsome young man and a beautiful girl. The picture is so harmonious and beautiful that it is like a painting that people cannot bear to break.
The young man looked at the person in front of him intently, but she didn't notice it. She felt very comfortable in front of him no matter what she said or did.
Wen Jiaojiao leaned forward and took off the hairpin that bound Xiao Xuanan's hair, and his long hair instantly poured down like a waterfall.
"Second brother, come to my place and relax for a while. I see that you have been busy all day without your feet touching the floor. You must be very tired. Why don't you stay here with me? The side hall is very big."
Xiao Xuanan smelled the unique warm fragrance of Wen Jiaojiao's body, took a sip of hot tea to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and looked at her holding her hairpin in her hand. The dark hairpin made her wrists as white as snow, and he
My throat couldn't help but roll slightly.
"Second brother, how's the interrogation going with those assassins? Have you found my second sister?"
Wen Jiaojiao sat lazily on the couch with a soft pillow behind him. He leaned back and picked up a soft pillow and hugged it in his arms.
Xiao Xuanan came back to his senses and said: "We haven't found it yet. According to the route we traced, the Chisang man should want to take Wen Miaoran out of seclusion."
"Exit?"
Wen Jiaojiao thought about it for a moment. In the original work, Jing Shu also took Wen Miaoran to the outside world, and a series of events happened. The story here basically has nothing to do with her.
If the plot of the original work is followed, Wen Miaoran will not be in any danger, and the male protagonist Zhao Yunji will rescue her. However, the timeline span here is a bit long, at least half a year.
In other words, in the past six months, she can do whatever she wants without having to follow any plot lines.