Chapter 97: A foxy face, not a good person
After the Fourth Master came out of the carriage, he looked at the road ahead with a serious expression.
Su Peisheng, who was standing next to him, was startled and subconsciously looked in the direction the Fourth Master was looking. The road was wide and he could see the end at a glance.
It was cold now, and there were no pedestrians on the streets at this time. As he was about to leave the town, he didn't see anything wrong.
After enduring for a long time, he asked cautiously, "Master, is there something wrong?"
The Fourth Master frowned slightly and nodded solemnly: "Well, this road is good. I'll go take a look at the back."
Immediately afterwards, the Fourth Master got into the carriage, leaving Su Peisheng with a puzzled look on his face.
How could this road be good? In terms of width, it's nowhere near as wide as the one in Shangjing. In terms of scenery, the woods we passed earlier were truly stunning. I scrutinized the road until my eyes hurt, but I couldn't see anything good.
The man behind him was also stunned when he saw the Fourth Master. The two of them looked at each other and subconsciously looked at the Miss Wen below.
The fourth master coughed lightly and said, "Master, please look at the road."
They blinked silently and replied in unison, "Yes."
The Fourth Master lifted his robe and sat at the back of the carriage. He looked at the road carefully for a long time, and his expression became uglier and uglier.
Without saying a word, they noticed the tense atmosphere, looked at each other, and then looked again at Miss Wen who was concentrating on looking at her shoes not far away.
The master has come here now, why is this girl not worried at all? It really doesn't seem very smart.
Seeing that the Fourth Master's face was as black as charcoal, Buyan suddenly coughed violently.
“Cough cough cough!”
Bu Yu immediately received the signal: "Brother, keep your voice down, the master is here!" He told his brother to keep his voice down, because his voice was so loud that people could hear him five miles away.
The Fourth Master glared at the two of them fiercely: "What are you yelling about?"
The next second, when I looked down again, I saw Wenjiu coming towards me with a smile.
"Oh, Master, it's so cold, why are you out here?"
Behind him, everyone felt the atmosphere relax and breathed a sigh of relief. The cold eyes of the prince were too scary. It was better to let Miss Wen face it alone.
The Fourth Master didn't even look at Wenjiu, but said with a stern face: "I just came out to see the way." Then he turned around and went back to the carriage.
Wen Jiu was inexplicably shrugged off by him again, and blinked in confusion: "What do you mean, Master?"
Without saying a word, they shook their heads in unison.
Wenjiu rolled his eyes and silently muttered "tsundere weird" in his heart.
Why don't I see him coming out to check on the road? Isn't he worried about me?
That’s not right. Why would you be so cold to me when you’re thinking about me?
Or does he just want to laugh at himself and see himself get into trouble?
Wenjiu rolled his eyes again. It was not the time for him to hug someone and call her "baby" in the middle of the night!
[Huh? When did this happen? How come I didn't know?]
"Go back," Wenjiu stuffed Xiaojin into the space.
After the Fourth Master returned to the carriage, his handsome eyebrows furrowed again.
Finally, he couldn't help but look back and saw that she was walking steadily behind him, with no intention of coming over to coax him. His face suddenly turned blue and purple, and purple and blue again.
"Fourth brother, what are you looking at?"
A sudden sound from the silent room startled the Fourth Master. Turning around, he saw his two younger brothers peering out curiously. The Tenth Master was almost sticking his head out.
The Fourth Master's eye twitched, and he immediately closed the rear door of the carriage and lowered the curtain, blocking it tightly.
"I'm just checking the road conditions. You guys should focus on copying your calligraphy and don't get distracted."
The Tenth Master curled his lips, not knowing who was distracting him.
His fourth brother was walking back and forth in the carriage, looking forward and backward from time to time, which made it impossible for him to write the calligraphy seriously.
However, looking at the Fourth Master's cold eyes, he shrank his neck and ultimately did not say the words out loud.
At noon, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the post station. Wen Jiu stretched his body and looked back at An Luhai: "Do we need to cook today?"
An Luhai shook his head like a wave drum: "Girl, how can you use a girl for such menial tasks? Just let us servants do it."
Wen Jiu spread his hands and said, "I'm in such a bad state now. I can't even afford a carriage. What's the point of being a girl? I'll just do my job as usual."
There's food ready at the post station today, but we might not be needed, right?"
An Luhai nodded immediately and replied, "Yes, the post station is well stocked with food, so we shouldn't need any unless the master specifically orders something." After thinking for a moment, he added, "Young lady, won't you cook for the tenth master?"
Wen Jiu blinked his eyes: "How could I know how to make it? It's all made by the chef in the mansion."
An Luhai was stunned when he heard this. Was it done by the government?
However, he heard that Grandpa Sun learned a lot about cooking from Miss Wen. It was said that although Miss Wen had a bad temper, her cooking skills were first-class. She won the emperor's favor just by serving a bowl of milk soup.
Thinking about it, his eyes rolled and he said with a smile: "Miss, if you want to use the stove, I can arrange it." The stove can compete for favor, and the girl doesn't use it, so she must have concerns.
Wen Jiu understood and waved his hand with a smile: "If you can do without it, then don't. If you really need an errand, I can help you."
An Luhai was stunned, not quite understanding what Miss Wen meant. Before he could ask in detail, he suddenly saw someone push Wen Jiu hard, almost knocking her down.
"Whose family are you, stupid slave? You have no eyes, you almost bumped into our princess!"
The wound on Wenjiu's back, which had finally healed, suddenly felt a burning pain again. She hadn't even walked, so how could she have bumped into someone? She immediately frowned and looked back.
Before him stood a beautiful woman, her hair combed into two small buns and accessorized with a jade headpiece, a fresh and elegant look. She was also a beautiful woman, her emerald cloak studded with white fox fur accentuating her face's delicate features. Tears welled in her eyes, and she delicately grasped her handkerchief, a truly frail beauty.
"Beauty? Did I bump into you?" Wenjiu's anger subsided a little when he saw the beauty. She was almost scared to tears, so she should be more gentle with her.
When Wenjiu turned around, the person opposite him gasped. He had thought his princess was already extremely beautiful, but in front of this woman, she actually looked a little dull.
After seeing Wenjiu's face, the princess was also stunned, but didn't say anything.
A maid in peach-colored clothes stood by, protecting her master behind her, and said sternly, "You have a face full of coquettishness, and you don't look like a good person. You come here at this time, are you hoping to run into our Third Master?
"You're dressed so poorly, are you a servant girl? I advise you to give up on that idea as soon as possible! Our princess is still here, when will it be your turn?"
Wen Jiu blinked twice innocently and glanced at the maid in peach-colored clothes: "Were you the one who pushed me just now?"
For some unknown reason, he was labeled as a vixen, and for a moment, Wenjiu had no time to look at the beauty.
The maid in peach-colored clothes glared at her. "So what if it's me? Am I afraid of a lowly servant like you? You look like this, and you don't look like you come from a respectable family!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
