my voice is poisonous

"I just used the sachet as a guide to help him draw another red thread, but it's hard to guarantee that he won't sway left and right when he sees you, a truly destined person." Wen Yu folded his hands and lowered his eyes to glance at her, his lips moved just right. When he was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head and looked around vigilantly. Seeing that there was no one inside or outside the garden, he sighed and lowered his head and continued to say to Wen Qinru in a deep voice, "Not only to avoid him, but also to avoid imperial power struggles."

Wen Qinru understood the matter of the sachet, but she didn't understand much about the struggle for imperial power. She blinked in confusion, and Wen Yu had to explain to her in more detail: "The owner of the sachet and You are destined, he is a general under the prince's command, if you marry him, I will naturally be classified as the first, I don't want to be involved in the imperial power struggle, you understand. Not to mention that you are not compatible with him It's not appropriate, the future is good, but the future is somewhat dangerous and unpredictable. I don't want you to marry him. The fate between you two is plain, but it's not deep. It doesn't matter if it works or not. Hands and feet can break the marriage line between you two." Wen Yu had no psychological burden, and just confessed to Wen Qinru frankly, and at the end he winked at her and promised, "Brother, in the future Find the one that suits you best."

Wen Qinru firmly believed in Wen Yu. After listening to such a long speech, she said "oh" without changing her face, and said with a smile: "You must do what you say!"

"Of course." Wen Yu knew that His Majesty wanted him to be under the Prince's command, so he pretended not to understand, and at this moment, he instantly forgot what He Minzhi had warned him not long ago.

Things in the world are so coincidental, that He Minzhi mentioned Wen Qinru's marriage, and this Wen Qinru met Song Xiao.

The two brothers and sisters were fighting and joking, and a maidservant walked over lightly not far away. Wen Yu turned her head sharply, and the maidservant stopped immediately, folded her hands on her waist, and followed Wen Yu from afar. Met a gift.

Wen Yu glanced at her from the corner of his eye, then turned to Wen Qinru with a smile and said, "I'll go back to rest first, don't forget to feed the chickens."

Wen Qinru said hello, Wen Yu left her and went back to the house.

Wen Yu's room was smoked with herbal medicine for more than a month, and there was a bitter smell. He closed the door, and instantly suppressed that relaxed and comfortable smile. The copper coins are spread out in the palm of one hand, and the other hand is on top of it to hold it.

After he closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, he got out of bed and took a hollow tortoise shell from the table, threw the copper coin into it and shook it. Wen Yu took a deep breath, but did not pour out the copper coin. He held the cuff of his right hand with his left hand, The palm of his right hand was hanging flat on the tortoise shell, and after a while, his face was so ugly that he slowly curled up his palm.

No matter how many times he divination, the fate of the Southern Wei Dynasty always has an indistinct relationship with him.

Wen Yu sighed, and fell back on the bed directly. He was exhausted from running all the way, and fell asleep within two breaths.

When he woke up, he couldn't see his fingers inside the house, the porch outside the house was quiet, and the pond in the courtyard was filled with moonlight.

Wen Yu was covered with a thick quilt, presumably it was covered by Wen Qin Tathagata when he called him to eat.

Wen Yu turned his body in the other direction, moved his head to the pillow, opened his eyes and was no longer sleepy, a gust of cold wind came out from the crack of the window, and the chill circled his nose for a few moments, Wen Yu thought, it's almost the beginning of winter up.

*****

The next day, Wen Yu came back from Sitiantai, accompanied by a little brother pushing a cart with a lot of wood on it.

Wen Yu led the people all the way into the gate of the mansion, and asked the little brother to unload all the wood for him and throw it outside the garden. A group of servants gathered from all over the mansion. The steward stood in the corridor and asked : "My lord, what are you going to do?"

Wen Yu turned his back and waved at him, without further explanation, just tilted his head to discuss with the little brother in a low voice, and then rolled up his sleeves.

He was short and pulled up the hem of his robe and tied it around his waist, exposing his two strong arms. He squatted in a bad manner, and he and the little brother were planing wood with a planer.

All the servants in the courtyard looked at each other, not knowing what Wen Yu was going to do, they all stood nearby with their hands down, and they didn't dare to disturb, the ear-piercing "chi chi" sounded one after another, making one's teeth sore.

Wen Qinru was sewing winter clothes for Wen Yu in the room, when she heard the sound she got up and opened the door in surprise, she didn't take two steps along the corridor before she saw such a magnificent scene.

She walked in through the crowd, only to see that Wen Yu was doing carpentry with bare arms and sweat profusely in late autumn.

His arms are strong, his muscles are bulging, his eyes are focused, and his movements are skillful, obviously he is used to it before.

Wen Qinru waited for him to plan the front and back of a piece of wood the size of two stools smooth before calling out to him: "Brother, what are you going to do?"

Wen Yu raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, smiled and said to her: "On the way back, I met this little brother who was selling timber. I saw that his goods were in good condition and strong, so I thought You are bored at home by yourself, I plan to make you a swing and put it in the yard, do you like it?"

Wen Qinru was startled when she heard the words, and was about to speak, when the little brother also raised his head at this moment, before she could open his mouth, he said cheerfully: "You are Mrs. Wen's sister? Your brother really loves you."

Wen Qinru smiled at him shyly, then said gratefully and joyfully to Wen Yu, "I like it."

"Then you just wait a little longer, this little brother can say, if we two are fast, we can finish the work before dark." Wen Yu smiled and got up and stomped his feet, turned to another log, He picked up the plane again and told her, "Go back inside, it's noisy outside."

"I...shall I help you?" Wen Qinru just took a step forward, and Wen Yu stopped her together with his little brother, "You got your hands pricked by sawdust, I'm still waiting." Where's your winter coat?"

Wen Qinru lowered her head and pursed her lips when she heard the words, stepped back while the little brother was waving his hands away, blessed them both, and went back to her room.

"It's gone, it's all gone, what to do, what to do." The steward was also used to Wen Yu's rather weird temper, and seeing that he was doing things with his own hands, he waved his sleeves and made the onlookers retreat. up.

*****

Before it got dark, the courtyard was already dark, the swing was set up and painted, Wen Yu and the little brother finally stopped.

"Wait for two days until the mud under the pile is dry before you can use it," the little brother took Wen Yu's silver and reminded him with a smile, "Otherwise, be careful not to fall on your lord's sister."

Wen Yu thanked him and sent him out of the house, but when she turned around, she found that Wen Qinru had come out of her room at some point, and was standing beside the swing with a strange expression on her face, raising her hand to touch the swing frame. .

"But be careful that the paint on it is not dry enough, it got your hands on it." Wen Yu stood in the corridor with his hands folded, and laughed loudly, "It's not easy to wash off your hands."

Wen Qinru was startled by his sudden utterance, she retracted her hands and turned her head, and smiled at Wen Yu shyly.

"The little brother just told me not to use it for the next few days, until the mud under the pile is completely dry." Wen Yu leaned against the railing on the side of the corridor with half of his body half separated from Wen Qinru. a garden.

The night had already fallen, and a maid was stepping on a stool in front of the porch to light a lamp.

The candlelight is gathered in the lantern, and the dim yellow tone becomes more and more soft, even the hearts of people seem to be softened by it.

Wen Qinru turned his head to look at the row of lanterns lit in the corridor, and said softly to Wen Yu: "Brother, if you spoil me like this, I won't be able to get married. Where else in this world can I find someone who is more suitable than you?" me better?"

Wen Yu raised her eyebrows unexpectedly when she heard the words, then turned around and raised her legs and sat on the side of the railing, resting her head on the pillar, looking up at the carved beams and painted pillars in front of her, she replied naturally: "If you can't find you, why not?" If you don't marry, my sister Wen Yu doesn't want to be bullied

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Wen Qinru shook her head and smiled, she walked out of the garden with her skirt up, walked towards Wen Yu, sat down beside him, put her hands on her sides, and said teasingly: "You raised me , the future sister-in-law will not be jealous every day?"

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing twice, and refuted her: "You haven't written your horoscope yet, where did your sister-in-law come from?"

Wen Qinru sneered, put his hands on his waist, looked around his waist, raised his chin and asked him: "I found out yesterday, where is the sachet I embroidered on you? Who are you giving it to?" gone?"

Wen Yu was startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously replied: "Isn't he..."

"What isn't it? Not my sister-in-law?" Wen Qinru grabbed his words, interrupted him in surprise, and asked repeatedly, "You really gave it to someone? Which girl did you give it to? Her She’s not my sister-in-law today, can she still be in the future? What did I say when I gave my elder brother a sachet? It’s a token of love! Brother, don’t try to perfuse me by saying that you just gave it to a passer-by who met by chance.”

Wen Yu was choked up instantly by her clattering words. He wanted to explain but found that there was no way to explain it. If he said that I gave it to a young man, Wen Qinru would be even more surprised.

And because he was restricted by the witch clan's spells, he couldn't reveal a single word from the clan outside the valley.

Wen Yu touched the belt subconsciously with his fingers, he blinked his eyelashes, smiled awkwardly, and didn't make any excuses, acquiesced.

"Which family is the girl from?" Wen Qinru's guess was confirmed, she chased him and asked, Wen Yu just shut up and didn't answer, tilted his head to look around deliberately, but his eyes turned gentle, and he didn't know why he thought of it again what.

Wen Qinru only thought that he was shy, and gave up after laughing at him twice.

The secular world outside the mansion also gradually quieted down, and the mansion became more and more quiet. The brother and sister sat in the corridor and looked up at the moon. The night in late autumn was quite cold.

The maidservant who lit the lamp came closer, bowed to Wen Yu, bypassed him, and continued to light the lamp elsewhere. Wen Yu watched her walk away, then lowered her head softly and said something irrelevant to Wen Qinru. Looking forward to, the voice can't help being low and soft: "When the capital is over, I will take you to a paradise. The place is beautiful and the people are kind. You must like it."

Wen Qinru was surprised only for a moment, and she knew that he must have had some encounters outside. She nodded, and with a flash of inspiration, she first asked him narrowly, "My future sister-in-law must be there too?"

Wen Yu blushed suddenly, and scolded her, "You're talking nonsense again."

Wen Qinru was scolded lightly, and then smiled back at him softly, and answered one word neatly: "Okay."

This bustling capital city, high-ranking officials and rich salary, to his brother and sister, is nothing but something that he doesn't even want to look straight at.

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This article mainly wants to write some plots, so there are always a few chapters with different frames.