Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

Just a hello.

Wen Jin lowered her eyes, raised her hand to press the brim of her hat, and took off her hat when she walked to Wen Cheng.

"Father, happy sixtieth birthday." The emotion in Wen Jin's eyes was still very light.

Wen Cheng looked at his youngest son with satisfaction in his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Wen Jin took out a piece of paper and said, "A birthday gift for you."

The content of the paper book is a letter of surrender. It is a city in the west of Dongping. When Wen Cheng was still a young commander, he could not capture it for a long time, and he wanted that place very much.

Now that Wen Jin has helped him realize his wish for many years, Wen Cheng is even more happy, and the corners of his mouth can't fall off.

"Well, as expected of me, Wen Cheng's son!"

Wen Jin nodded slightly, then walked to the seat to the left of Wen Cheng and sat down, placing his hat casually on the table.

Wen Yu was sitting on the right side of the old man. He glanced at the surrender letter from the corner of his eye and wondered what he was thinking.

The second singer took over Yun Qian's place, and Yun Qian stepped aside and found a table specially designed for the singers to rest and sit down.

Yun Qian could see Wen Jin from this angle, but because of the blind spot, Wen Jin couldn't see Yun Qian here.

The man held his chin with one hand and lowered his eyes. There was no one watching the performance on the stage. Except for the initial conversation with Mr. Wen, he had no other communication with others.

Until Yun Qian saw an old man walking in front of Wen Cheng with his granddaughter.

The two seemed to know each other well. The old man didn't know what he said, which made Wen Cheng laugh. Then the old man pulled his granddaughter in front of him. Wen Cheng looked at her and then turned to talk to Wen Jin.

Yun Qian squinted her eyes to see, was this... about a marriage?

The old man's granddaughter is dignified and elegant. A set of tender pink dresses makes the girl more delicate than flowers.

The girl seemed a little shy and didn't dare to look at Wen Jin, and Wen Jin didn't look at her either.

"Xiao Jin, this is Mr. Qian's granddaughter. She is about the same age as you. Do you want to talk together?" Wen Cheng asked the person on the left.

Wen Jin glanced at the shy-looking girl, and suddenly a figure in a bright red cheongsam boldly said hello flashed in his mind.

He nodded to the old man and said hello briefly, "I won't stop talking. Miss Qian can watch the performance."

Wen Jin refused simply, but without making anyone feel rude.

Miss Qian's shy expression disappeared and she became a little aggrieved. Mr. Qian didn't want to let his granddaughter's hot face touch her cold butt, so he took her away with a dry smile.

Wen Cheng looked at his indifferent younger son and sighed: "You are not young anymore. When can you let me have a grandson?"

"Isn't Wen Ge your grandson? It's quite appropriate to hold him." Wen Jin took a sip of tea.

Wen Cheng was choked by his own son, "You brat, you're not afraid of your father getting away from you."

Wen Jin is only 25 years old this year. Because he was born late, there is a 15-year age difference between him and Wen Yu.

Yun Qian watched the whole process and couldn't help but smile. When he looked back, he saw an unexpected person.

Xiao Ying sat at the guest table at the far end. At the same table with her were some young masters and ladies, all of whom had some background.

Although the Xiao family and the Wen family knew each other, they were not old enough for the Xiao family to come to participate in the birthday ceremony. If Xiao Ying could come, Wen Ge should have brought her here.

Xiao Ying chatted with the young masters and ladies calmly and generously, because she had studied abroad and gained more experience, so the stories she told were all fresh.

Wen Ge would look for Xiao Ying while the adults were talking about things. It seemed that he was really fascinated by Xiao Ying.

Yun Qian was so bored that she started looking around. A short boy walked past Yun Qian and accidentally bumped into her as he passed by.

The collision was serious and Yun Qian was in pain. The boy who bumped into her didn't even apologize and walked straight and purposefully.

Yun Qian frowned and looked at that person, feeling that something was not right. Suddenly, she was blinded by the cold light in the boy's hand.

It was a dagger, hidden in the boy's sleeve, with a bit of the tip exposed.

The boy's goal was too obvious. He bypassed several tables of guests and headed towards the direction where Wencheng's family was sitting.

Yun Qian didn't think much, and quickly followed the boy on high heels. With the bustle of guests, the boy didn't walk very fast, and Yun Qian chased him without much effort.

The boy walked to the side and rear of Wen Cheng, his eyes were fierce, the dagger slipped into his hand, and he was about to rush straight towards Wen Cheng in the next second.

Halfway through the dagger's journey, Yun Qian held the tip of the knife with his hand and struck the boy's elbow with his other hand. The boy suddenly felt his arm go numb and subconsciously let go.

The movement was too loud, and it was so close to Wen Cheng and others. The young boy who saw it first screamed: "Someone... wants to... assassinate!"

For a time, the guests were noisy and the scene was chaotic.

Wen Jin's eyes sharpened, and he stood up and blocked Wen Cheng behind him. The first thing he saw was the girl holding a knife with her bare hands, and blood dripping on the red carpet.

Yun Qian threw the dagger aside. The pain in her hand was so strong that her face suddenly turned pale.

If she had known it would hurt so much, she wouldn't have stopped pretending.

The boy wanted to pounce again, but Wen Jin kicked him away. This kick was firmly stuck in the boy's abdomen. The boy flew backwards for a distance visibly, and then fell to the ground and twitched while holding his stomach.

As a birthday boy, Wen Cheng was naturally furious when something like this happened during his birthday ceremony. He shouted: "Come here! Lock him up and put him on trial tomorrow!"

The soldiers quickly carried the person away, and Yun Qian wanted to just retreat, but Wen Cheng said: "Quickly, call the doctor here to see this girl's injuries."

After saying that, he didn't let Yun Qian go back to his seat, but pulled a stool over for Yun Qian to sit down.

"Girl, who are you?" Mr. Wen felt that his words were like questioning. He coughed twice and said, "Thank you very much. If it weren't for you, my birthday would have become a death anniversary."

Everyone present frowned, and Yun Qian was no exception. She smiled and said, "Master Wen, you won't say such unlucky words on a day like your sixtieth birthday."

"I am a singer who is here to sing today. My name is Yun Qian."

Wen Cheng nodded, and the doctor hurried in from outside. After seeing Yun Qian's injury, he opened his medical kit.

Yun Qian's wound was scratched because he tightly grasped the blade of the knife and needed to be disinfected with alcohol first.

Wen Jin stood next to Yun Qian, looking down she saw Yun Qian's lowered head, and the bright red of her palms almost caught up with the cheongsam she was wearing.

The wound was five centimeters long, and you could imagine the smell of alcohol on it.

Although Yun Qian was well prepared for disinfection, the heart-wrenching pain caused by the explosion of alcohol when it touched the wound still made Yun Qian close her eyes tightly and let out a low breath.

Her other hand subconsciously grabbed whatever was around her.

The doctor went back and forth to disinfect the wound twice before applying medicine and wrapping a bandage.

Yun Qian came out of the stupor of pain and realized that the thing she was holding on to was Wen Jin's sleeve.

The young marshal's always neat and wrinkle-free sleeves were scratched by Yun Qian as if they had been ravaged eight hundred times.

She was too embarrassed to let go and smoothed Wen Jin's sleeves: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you I was arresting."

Wen Jin is a person with a mysophobia. The moment Yun Qian grabbed his sleeve, he did think about throwing it away, but the look that Yun Qian dropped the dagger and looked at him made him stop and let him go. Catch.

The girl's eyes were clear and bright, and there were emotions in her eyes that Wen Jin couldn't understand.