A young man's first love is the most innocent and precious time.
Wen Qingzhu didn't want to break his charm, but Zhou Yi started to look over.
She had to cough lightly and at the same time handed the book in her hand to Wen Mingliang: "Ninth brother, how about I ask Manager Tian to send someone to help you send it back?"
"No, no, no!" Wen Mingliang shook his head quickly, he had heard it just now.
The young lady in front of me also didn't like asking servants to move books.
I don’t know why, but he, who had never been pretentious before, stubbornly decided to write his own books in the future.
Zhou Yi smiled: "Master Ninth is indeed different from others! But with so many books, you can't move them back alone, right?"
Wen Mingliang was in a dilemma again.
In fact, he had already ordered his servants to come over.
Seeing this, Wen Qingzhu had no choice but to say: "Well, let me send it back for you."
"Then..." Wen Mingliang looked at Zhou Yi subconsciously.
But Zhou Yi's eyebrows were crescent, like the bright white crescent moon beside the field: "Then I will help you with Sister Qingzhu."
In an instant, Wen Mingliang's heart was beating like crazy, but his face unexpectedly maintained just the right amount of surprise: "That, that's really troublesome, Miss."
"By the way, what's your name, young lady?" Wen Mingliang tried hard to control his heartbeat.
Zhou Yi smiled brightly and said: "My name is Zhou Yi, the week that comes over and over again, the contented Yi."
Hearing her answer, Wen Mingliang became happier and happier, and even forgot about the book lying on the ground: "Miss Zhou, my name is Wen Mingliang—"
Before he could say anything, Wen Qingzhu saw Xi Yan coming over from the corner of his eye.
Wen Qingzhu immediately coughed again: "Ahem!"
Wen Mingliang didn't know why, so he looked at Wen Qingzhu confused.
At this moment, Xi Yan had already hurried over: "Master, I'm late!"
Wen Mingliang was shocked and stood up. He wanted to say something, but realized that Zhou Yi was still here.
He could only wink desperately at Xi Yan.
Ke Xiyan had never seen his young master like this before, so he couldn't understand it for a moment and couldn't help but scratch his head and ears.
Seeing this scene, Wen Qingzhu stood up with a sigh and helped Wen Mingliang out of the situation: "Xiyan, you came just in time. We are going to help Mingliang send the books back. You go back and clean the study first."
"Huh?" Xi Yan looked confused. Didn't he ask him to come over and move the books
Wen Mingliang also reacted at this moment and quickly ordered: "Yes! Go and tidy up my study!"
"Oh yes." Although Xi Yan didn't quite understand, with Miss Qi here, it wouldn't be too much trouble.
Wen Mingliang breathed a sigh of relief when Xi Yan left.
When he turned around, Wen Qingzhu and Zhou Yi had already picked up all the books.
Wen Mingliang hurried forward to share the burden: "Seventh sister, Miss Zhou, I'd better take it."
Thinking of Wen Mingliang's appearance just now, Wen Qingzhu smiled and said: "Yes, yes, but there are too many books. Sister Zhou and I will help you share some. You can just get more of Sister Zhou's books."
"Yes, yes." Wen Mingliang didn't know that Wen Qingzhu was helping him, so he hurriedly turned to Zhou Yi to get the book.
Zhou Yi gave him half of it: "Don't worry, I don't seem to have much strength, but in fact I often move books."
Wen Mingliang's face turned redder.
He didn't move books often, and usually asked his servants to move them.
Unless it is his favorite, he will move it carefully by himself.
The final result was that Wen Mingliang moved thirteen books by himself, Wen Qingzhu moved six books, and Zhou Yi moved three books, and walked to Fuyuan together.
On the way, Wen Mingliang wanted to talk to Zhou Yi, but in the end he didn't know how to speak.
Wen Qingzhu had no choice but to act as a middleman and find topics for them.
Wen Qingzhu was surprised to find that Zhou Yi seemed to have read a lot of books.
When Wen Qingzhu talked about something, Zhou Yi could immediately talk about related things.
"Sister Zhou, you are so amazing, you have actually read such a rare "Meditation Collection"!"
Zhou Yi shook her head and looked seriously into Wen Qingzhu's eyes: "Sister is joking. I only read "Meditation Collection" once, unlike my sister who has thoroughly read it over and over again."
Wen Qingzhu was silent in her heart. Under the supervision of her teacher, she read almost all the books she could read.
A relatively boring personal journal like "Meditation Collection" would have never been touched by Wen Qingzhu in the past.
When he thought of his teacher, Wen Qingzhu's expression darkened.
I wonder if teachers are doing well at this time
"Sister Wen, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Yi keenly felt Wen Qingzhu's strangeness and asked cautiously.
After coming back to his senses, Wen Qingzhu smiled sadly: "It's okay, I just thought of a teacher. He gave me many things, but in the end I failed him."
"Sister Wen is so great, so the teacher must be great too." Zhou Yi envied Wen Qingzhu from the bottom of her heart for having met such a good teacher.
Wen Qingzhu nodded, but didn't say much.
In this life, he is not his teacher yet.
Wen Mingliang next to him looked at Wen Qingzhu with envy. He had always heard that the seventh sister studied a lot.
He didn't believe it at first. After all, he was only a few months younger than Sister Qi and had been studying in Zimingtang.
How could Wen Qingzhu have read more books than him
When I saw it today, he felt ashamed. It turned out that he really didn't study enough.
When I arrived at the gate of Fuyuan, I happened to see Mrs. Yang and her maid about to go out.
She was even frightened when she saw Wen Qingzhu.
But when he saw his son again, there was a strange lady.
She felt relieved and stepped forward with a smile: "Liang'er, Xiaoqi, are you here?"
"Well, Fourth Aunt, let's come over and help Ninth Brother deliver books." Wen Qingzhu explained with a smile.
Yang was puzzled and originally wanted to send a servant over.
But Zhou Yi said hello: "I've met Mrs. Wen Si."
"Who is this lady?" Yang had to nod.
Wen Mingliang quickly introduced: "She is Miss Zhou from the Zhou family. She came here with her father today. The seventh sister is taking her to stroll in the garden."
Yang had never seen her son so eager, and she immediately became suspicious of Zhou Yi.
She looked slightly unhappy: "Which Zhou family is it? Do our Wen family have any contact with the Zhou family?"
These words made Zhou Yi feel embarrassed for a moment. Her father came here actually for Wen Qingzhu and me, Wen Mingxuan.
The purpose of bringing her here was to help her get along well with Wen Qingzhu and her brother.
In the past, the Wen family and the Zhou family did not have much contact.
When Wen Qingzhu saw Yang like this, he knew that she suspected that she had deliberately found someone to get close to Wen Mingliang.
Before Wen Mingliang could explain, Wen Qingzhu rushed to say, "Fourth Aunt, the Zhou family did not have much contact with the Wen family before, but that may not be the case in the future."
Hearing this, Yang frowned slightly and his eyes wandered between Wen Mingliang and Zhou Yi.
The elders Zhou Yi had met were all very kind, and she had almost never met anyone like Yang.
Therefore, she only thought that Yang was unhappy because the Zhou family came uninvited.
Zhou Yi wanted to explain, but Wen Qingzhu took the lead and stopped her.
"Since the book has been delivered, Sister Zhou and I will leave first."
Wen Qingzhu took the books from Zhou Yi's hand, put them all into Wen Mingliang's hands, and pulled Zhou Yi away.
Wen Mingliang originally wanted to persuade him to stay, but the book blocked his view.
When he adjusted, Wen Qingzhu and Zhou Yi had disappeared.
"Hey, hey, hey..." Wen Mingliang's expression dimmed.
When Mrs. Yang saw her son like this, she looked even more dissatisfied: "Liang'er! You are the legitimate son of the Wen family, you cannot associate with such a woman of unknown origin!"
Nan Xiao had been to the East Courtyard before, and Yang sent someone to inquire about it.
It turned out that Nan Xiao was an ordinary person in the capital, an orphan living in a friend's house.
If it was a family like the Lei family, they would definitely send a message before coming.
Therefore, Yang made up her mind that the sister Zhou mentioned by Wen Qingzhu must be the same woman as Nan Xiao before.
But what she didn't know was that Wen Qingzhu had sorted out everything about Nan Xiao and given it to her.
Seeing that his mother actually said that Zhou Yi was a woman of unknown origin, Wen Mingliang immediately raised his voice and refuted: "Mom! What nonsense are you talking about! Miss Zhou is an upright daughter of a family!"
"The daughter of a noble family?" Yang was stunned for a moment, and all the dissatisfaction on her face disappeared.
At this moment, Wen Mingliang finally understood that his mother thought Zhou Yi was a woman of unknown origin!
This is looking down on Zhou Yi!
In an instant, Wen Mingliang became angry, turned around and walked back into the house.
Yang quickly turned around and followed him and asked, "Please tell me clearly! Which aristocratic family is that young lady just now?"
Wen Ming was still angry in his conscience and said deliberately: "Even if Miss Zhou is not the daughter of a wealthy family, my mother should not treat her like this. After all, she is a guest. The teacher said -"
Before he finished speaking, Yang interrupted him impatiently: "Is that Miss Zhou the daughter of a wealthy family?"
When we got here, Wen Mingliang was completely angry and simply said to Fan Hua: "So what if it's not! Doesn't it mean that mother judges a person based on his family background!"
Yang suddenly stopped and looked at her son in surprise.
She had never seen Wen Mingliang like this before.
Wen Mingliang was angry, an anger she had never seen before.
Yang was a little embarrassed and explained feebly: "Mom, that's not what I meant. It's just that you are older now and you can't have people of unknown origin around you -"
Hearing that Yang was still mentioning the words "unidentified origin", Wen Mingliang didn't want to pay attention to Yang at all.
He turned around holding the book and ran to his room.
Yang wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Bai Xiang who was behind her: "Madam, the lady is awake! She wants to see you!"
Yang had just taken two steps and had no choice but to stop, glance in Wen Mingliang's direction, and finally turned around and went to Wen Qingxin's boudoir.
Arriving at the house, Yang screened away all the servants.
The doors and windows were closed, and Bai Xiang was guarding the door.
Yang looked at her daughter distressedly: "Xin'er, are you feeling better? It's really not possible. It's just like mother taking you to Fengguo Temple. I heard that Master Jiudeng is now in Fengguo Temple. No matter how much money you have, mother will give up." You meet the master."
Wen Qingxin, who was sitting on the bed, looked pale and his eyes were dull. The cheekbones and contours of his face were deeply highlighted, as if there was only a layer of skin left.
"Mom, don't waste your money at this time. If we don't get enough property, my brother will not be able to go to a good school. I'm afraid his career will be hindered in the future." Wen Qingxin's tone was very dull, as if overnight, Thirty years older.
Her tone now sounds as if she is even older than Yang.
Yang's heart was pounding when she heard that. These days, she watched her daughter have nightmares one after another, but she refused to let her go to see Wen Qingzhu.
"Xin'er, don't hold on. If you fall ill, what will your mother do? What will your father and your brother do?" Yang held Wen Qingxin's bony hand and gasped.
These are not the hands of a teenage girl, they are the hands of an old man who has run out of energy!
Wen Qingxin comforted Ms. Yang. She heard the noise outside just now, so she changed the subject: "Mom, I heard my brother's voice just now. Did you quarrel with him?"
Speaking of this, Yang became increasingly unhappy: "Your brother seems to be obsessed with a woman!"
"Woman?" Wen Qingxin thought of something, grabbed Yang's hand and asked quickly, "What's her name?"
Yang hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly: "Your brother seems to have been calling her Miss Zhou."