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When passing by Dongshi, Gao Wenyan saw Gao Wenxi.

He hid in the light and watched the departing figure from a distance.

"Brother." Gao Wenyan called him.

"Why are you here?"

She said casually: "I'm just passing by."

Gao Wenxi's sharp eyes were able to spot her new sword at a glance. After being slightly surprised, there was a hint of understanding on his face.

"Chengshuang Sword?"

The sword was not unsheathed, but he had already recognized it. Gao Wenyan couldn't help but praise: "Brother has good eyesight!"

Before she finished, she explained: "A gift from a friend."

The corners of Gao Wenxi's mouth moved slightly, and he repeated with a half-smile: "Friends."

"Yes, friend."

Seeing Gao Wenxi shaking his head, Gao Wenyan said strangely: "I'm afraid it's not jealousy, brother, I'll just let you play for two days."

"What can I be jealous of?"

Gao Wenxi has always believed that swords are famous for their talents. As long as he is skilled enough, even scrap metal can become a famous sword in his hands.

"That's good. If the second brother wants to blackmail him away, you have to help me."

Gao Wenxi did not ride a horse, so Gao Wenyan also dismounted and walked back with him.

"It's been half a month since I came back this time. When will you and dad return to the border?"

"The border area is temporarily stable. According to the emperor's wishes, he wants to keep us in the capital to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival."

In the previous life, they did not set off on time after the Mid-Autumn Festival and were forced to stay and participate in the autumn hunt in September.

In this way, I think the nursery rhyme should have been spread during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it did not spread on a large scale until the autumn hunting.

So once the autumn hunting was over, the Gao family and his son were placed under house arrest in Beijing.

"Can't you go back first?"

Gao Wenxi glanced at her: "How about it? Don't you want us to stay a little longer?"

"Of course not. I'm just worried that the Lord will be gone for so long. What if something happens?"

"The Yan people were hit hard last month, and we don't expect them to come back so soon." He paused and continued: "Jiang Cao has been preparing documents these past two days, and he should be reporting on the current situation in the military camp."

This is not a rare thing. Daning has always had a system of military supervision. Each military supervisor takes turns to go to different armies every year to perform supervisory duties and report directly to the emperor when they return.

All the generals have to make such a trip every year. When they return to Beijing every year, the Holy Emperor will summon the supervisors to interrogate them carefully for several days.

"Cao Jianjun, is it possible?"

"It doesn't matter whether it works or not, we have nothing for him to participate in."

Indeed, the problem in the previous life did not lie with Cao Jianjun.

Gao Wenting was really greedy for Chengshuang's sword. After pleading hard, Gao Wenyan finally gave in and agreed to use him to practice swordsmanship at home.

News came from Gao Wenxi that the prefect of Huiyuan County had accepted the invitation, so Gao Wenyan planned to set off in two days. Before that, she needed to sort out her relationship with Lin Qian.

The day after she returned to Beijing from Puring Temple, Lin Qian came to Gao's house to see her, but Gao Wenyan found an excuse to refuse.

Later, she heard Bi Xi report that during the days when she was away from the capital, Lin Qian was either sorting out ancient books, drinking tea at Xinghua Tower, and occasionally going to the medicine shop.

From what it sounds like, there's nothing unusual about it.

That night, she called someone to invite Lin Qian to listen to the opera at Qintai.

"Now?"

Bixi was surprised, what time had it been?

Gao Wenyan raised his eyebrows: "What? Have you never seen anyone who listens to night operas?"

"That's not the case." Bi Xi whispered: "It would be better for the lady to keep it a secret. Madam had a quarrel with the general at noon, so I guess she was not in a good mood."

"Oh?" Gao Wenyan asked: "Why are they quarreling?"

"Madam wants to eat spicy fried pork, but the general said the weather is hot and won't let her."

It was just a trivial matter, so she waved her hand quickly: "Okay, okay, go ahead."

The Qintai is on the edge of Liu Alley. Taking advantage of the liveliness of Liu Alley at night, there are quite a few people who come to listen to the night show.

After knowing each other for such a long time, this was the first time that Gao Wenyan took the initiative to ask him out, so Lin Qian took it very seriously.

Although he was wearing a brand new crescent robe, the crown was a little crooked. It was not difficult to guess how busy he was when he heard the invitation and how hastily it came.

"You're here?"

Gao Wenyan looked at him with a smile and asked Bi Xi to pour wine for him.

"Yeah." Lin Qian's tone rose slightly, which was an indescribable good mood.

Good nights are short, and the town next door is famous for its gentleness. The story on that stage is a story of a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Gao Wenyan had no intention of watching this kind of drama, so he poured wine for him frequently. Others drank tea while watching the drama, but they were the only ones drinking.

Gao Wenyan said: "I am a rough man and don't know how to drink tea. Don't be surprised."

Lin Qian couldn't drink, and his face turned red after one sip, but he still risked his life to accompany the gentleman.

"The wine Yan'er pours is also tea to me."

"Then drink more."

Gao Wenyan thought to himself, you will suffer it later.

After only half a jar of wine, Lin Qian's eyes became blurred and he stared at Gao Wenyan blankly without blinking.

The last scene on the stage has been sung, and everyone below has almost dispersed.

"Bixi, go find some sobering tea for Mr. Lin."

Bi Xi walked away understandingly, but couldn't help but look back at Lin Qian, feeling that Master Lin was really pitiful, and he fell in love with their hard-hearted young lady.

Gao Wenyan helped Lin Qian walk back. Seeing that there was no one around, he decisively kicked him forward.

Lin Qian staggered and fell to the ground, his elbow rubbed against the bluestone pavement, and he immediately shed a layer of skin.

He hissed in pain, but still struggled to get up and muttered: "Yan'er, are you okay? But... did you fall?"

"Ah, why did you fall? Wait, I'll go to your house and ask someone to pick you up."

His eyes were so sleepy that he could hardly close them. He was still muttering to himself: "It's okay, Yan'er, please walk slower."

Gao Wenyan didn't bother to pay attention to his murmur, and went straight back to his house, where he randomly asked a servant to report to Lin's house.

Downstairs in Xinghua, Gao Wenting and his friends had just finished their party, and the group was walking outside. Suddenly, Gao Wenting stopped suddenly, his face turned frighteningly dark.

He has always been easy-going, but rarely has such a cold face. People around him can't help but be startled and ask what's wrong.

"Isn't that Brother Lin Qian?"

I don't know who screamed in surprise, so everyone looked over. Lin Qian was seen drunk, half-hugging each other with a beautiful woman, looking extremely intimate.

He was walking unsteadily, and the woman said coquettishly: "Oh, where are you going, sir?"

Lin Qian's mind was buzzing. He could only hear the word "where to go" and vaguely remembered that Gao Wenyan was going to the Lin Mansion, so he said firmly: "Go home."

For a moment, several people remained silent, quietly paying attention to Gao Wenting's face, and no one dared to speak first.

Looking at Lin Qian's direction, he seemed to be walking from Liu Lane, heading towards the Lin Mansion.

The woman's face was dotted with gold and silver powder, and a plum blossom was painted on her forehead. Her every frown and smile were charming. These princes were used to seeing all kinds of occasions, how could they not know what this meant.

Several people exchanged glances, with some intention of watching a show.