Chapter 346: Concern from Yanyan
Wen Yan and his group walked back.
The journey is not far.
After separating from the Liu family at the fork in the road, Fourth Brother Liu went to Songshan Village with Wen Yan and the others, and they would go to the capital together to learn skills tomorrow.
So he rode on the same horse with Ying Zhilin.
Wen Yan squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse lurched forward, walking side by side with Ying Zhilin. "Thank you for what you did today."
Ying Zhilin smiled and shook his head: "We are a family now after all, it's just a small favor."
Wen Yan glanced at him quietly: "Don't you think I went too far today?"
Ying Zhilin raised his eyebrows: "Do I look like a good person?"
"You didn't eat anything at noon. Will you feel cold riding a horse now?" Ying Zhilin changed the subject.
Wen Yan nodded: "I am a little hungry. Let's speed up and go home early. The sky is gloomy and it looks like it will snow again."
After a while, they returned to the village.
When Pei'er saw Wen Yan, she rushed over and took Wen Yan's arm: "Miss, you are finally back.
Pearl misses you so much."
Wen Yan pinched her chubby cheeks: "I missed you too. We are going to the capital tomorrow. Have you packed your things?"
"Don't worry, Miss, I'll take care of it." Pei'er patted her little chest.
"I'm at ease with Pei'er doing the job." The master and servant walked into the yard, chatting and laughing.
Wen Yan met his family members one by one, and then went to see Brother Chen Qi.
Brother Chen Qi immediately threw a stack of account books at her and said, "You will be returning to the capital tomorrow, so check the accounts for me first."
Wen Yan covered her face with her hands: "You shouldn't have come back. You want to be treated like a slave again."
Wen Yan was looking at the bill with a smile when suddenly a piece of dessert was stuffed into her mouth.
Wen Yan looked up and saw Ying Zhilin sitting opposite her with a plate of snacks in his hand.
Ying Zhi Lin Chong smiled sweetly and said, "Aren't you hungry? Eat some snacks first. The kitchen has already started preparing dinner."
Wen Yan covered her mouth and chewed, mumbling, "Thank goodness you thought of me, thank you."
Brother Chen Qi's eyes moved between the two of them, and he curled the corners of his mouth meaningfully.
Fortunately, the accounts were not too many, and Wen Yan finished them in a quarter of an hour.
After arguing with Brother Chen Qi for a few words, she went to the paint workshop for a walk.
Bring the prepared paints into the study, and then make them into a color scheme according to the color depth.
We will take them to Beijing tomorrow and sell them at Yi Dian Mo.
She was busy when there was a knock on the study door.
"Come in." Wen Yan responded.
Hui Niang came in carrying a box and said, "Miss, our first batch of ink is ready."
"Let me see it quickly." Wen Yan waved at him happily.
Hui Niang put the box on the table and opened it. She saw a box of ink sticks neatly stacked inside.
The ink stick is gilded and printed with the three cursive characters "a little ink".
A faint green scent of ink wafted out instantly.
Wen Yan took a piece of ink, first looked at its shape, then smelled its flavor, and then looked at its color.
He ground some ink and wrote a few words.
The strokes are smooth and silky, with a hint of red in the rich black color.
Wen Yan was pleasantly surprised and said, "The quality is even better than I expected, Hui Niang, you are amazing."
Hui Niang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's great that the young lady is satisfied. However, this is not just my achievement. My son-in-law came to help test the ink and gave me some advice several times during the process."
When mentioning Ying Zhilin, Wen Yan couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth slightly.
She opened the window and called out, "Zhilin."
After a while, Ying Zhilin appeared in the study.
Wen Yan handed him a small bundle and said, "Here, the ink sticks you mixed are out. This is your reward."
"Give it to me?" Ying Zhilin was still puzzled. "So much!"
“You deserve this.
You can keep it for yourself or give it away, it’s up to you.”
Ying Zhilin thought of his classmates in the academy who came from poor families, so he accepted the ink sticks and said, "I will make them play their due value."
After things were settled here, Pei'er came over and asked them to have dinner.
Looking closely, it was already dark outside.
After dinner, Wen Yan found Uncle Kang privately.
After giving some instructions, she went back to her room to pack her luggage and leave for the capital the next day.
Ying Zhilin was sitting on the couch in front of the window reading a book.
In fact, his mind had already drifted away.
Yanyan is leaving tomorrow.
I have to stay alone in the empty room again.
I really want to take part in the imperial examination tomorrow, so that I can go to the capital with Wen Yan.
He found himself becoming more and more greedy for Yanyan, and he could not bear the thought of being separated from her, even for just one day.
He wanted to be with her forever.
Let her be her own, or be her own!
Suddenly.
A slender and delicate hand suddenly appeared on the open page of the book.
Ying Zhilin was stunned for a moment.
When he looked up, he saw Wen Yan looking at him.
"What's wrong with you? What are you daydreaming about? Have you been reading this page of the book for a quarter of an hour?" Wen Yan asked.
Ying Zhilin looked at her face, fascinated and stunned.
"Are you so sick that you feel numb? Tell me where you feel uncomfortable?" Wen Yan put her hand on his forehead to test the temperature.
Wen Yan's hands were small, soft, and had a gentle body temperature.
The places she touched felt hot for no reason, as if they were on fire.
Wen Yan felt the gradually scorching heat on his forehead and was startled. "It's so hot, you're really sick! Tell me where you feel uncomfortable. I have pills for various typhoid symptoms. You'll feel better soon after taking them."
To identify the symptoms, she felt his palms, face, back of head and neck.
Finally, she gritted her teeth, ripped open his collar, and wanted to feel the temperature of his chest, abdomen, and armpits.
He ripped open his collar, revealing his fair and strong chest.
Before her hand could reach in, Ying Zhilin grabbed it.
Wen Yan looked at him and asked what was wrong.
Ying Zhilin took his hand and pressed it against his chest: "I...I feel uncomfortable here."
He could feel his heart pounding in his palm.
Wen Yan frowned, feeling his heartbeat, and counting the beats carefully: "Your heartbeat is indeed faster than that of ordinary people.
Could it be that you have a heart attack?"
"This is bad. I only have common medicines for colds, fevers, and headaches, but nothing for heart disease.
What should I do? "
Wen Yan was so anxious that he clapped his hands, turned around and supported Ying Zhilin, "Come on, I'll take you into the city to see a doctor."
Ying Zhilin looked into Wen Yan's eyes, her worry and anxiety were not fake.
Does this mean that I already have some weight in Wen Yan's heart?
Ying Zhilin felt a mixture of sweetness and bitterness in his heart.
He wanted to hold her hand and tell her his true feelings.
But he knew that she would definitely object and deny it out of stress.
He held Wen Yan and shook his head: "I'm fine. This is an old problem.
Every time I have a fever, I experience mild heart palpitations, which resolve when the fever subsides."
"Are you really okay?" Wen Yan was still worried.
Heart palpitations can be serious or minor, and can even be fatal if you are not careful.
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