Chapter 59 I hope my future husband is as handsome as Xie Guanlan
Wen Ruyun was motivated and suggested, "After the Dragon Boat Festival, our whole family will move into the cave. We'll work a little harder during this period to move all our belongings here and buy some daily necessities."
Wen Yueyin said softly, "When the flood comes, everyone else's house will be flooded, even the Zhenbei Palace will be no exception. But we can live carefree in the cave while watching them struggling to survive. Second brother, father will definitely praise us for our intelligence and wisdom!"
The brother and sister imagined the future with smiles on their faces.
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Wen Xingluo did not sleep well that night.
Sometimes she dreamed of a flood in Shu County, leaving countless people homeless; sometimes she dreamed of a gangster raising a dagger and stabbing her viciously.
The person I dreamed about most was the young man in red clothes and leather belt.
Lanterns were scattered everywhere, and he protected her tightly. The rich sandalwood scent around him almost penetrated into her lungs. She looked up with tears in her eyes, and the blood spurting out of the murderer's skull splashed on the side of his face, as bright red as peach blossoms, but his narrow eyes were full of danger and bloodlust, so cruel that it was frightening.
The apricot-red curtains hung low.
Wen Xingluo woke up from his sleep.
Her undershirt was soaked with sweat. She wiped it off and got off the bed feeling uneasy.
Thunder rumbled outside the window, and a fierce wind penetrated into the bedroom through the window, adding a hint of dampness to the air.
The first rainstorm of this summer is coming.
Wen Xingluo was not sleepy, so he picked up a copy of "Shui Jing Zhu" but couldn't concentrate on reading it.
After thinking for a while, she took out the fire avoidance map from the locked drawer.
She hid behind the curtain and turned to a page at random.
This page depicts a summer boudoir scene.
Pomegranate flowers are blooming outside the window, and there are pearl curtains and green curtains in the boudoir. The handsome man lying on the jade couch is handcuffed to the bedpost, and the beautiful woman is wearing a gauze and making love with him. Her red lips are slightly opened, revealing an expression of pain yet joy.
Wen Xingluo opened her almond-shaped eyes wide.
She had only just realized in her entire life that the handcuffs used to catch criminals could actually be used in the boudoir...
She closed the book silently and didn't dare to read any further.
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The female students of Baihe Academy began to attend classes as normal.
Many little girls surrounded Wen Xingluo, chattering and asking her what happened that night.
A girl said crisply, "My father said that the murderer was angry because his advances were rejected, so he specifically killed young girls. He's so despicable. Fortunately, Commander Xie got rid of this evil for the people! Ningning, you led the murderer out, so you also deserve credit!"
"Ningning, you reacted so quickly and bravely! If it were me, I would have given up immediately!"
“…”
Wen Xingluo originally thought that they would only praise Xie Guanlan, but she didn't expect that she would also be praised.
The classmates at Baihe Academy are all very nice.
She smiled sweetly and went to the Cuju class hand in hand with them.
The teacher assigned homework today and asked each student to submit a policy essay.
Wen Xingluo spent an hour looking up articles in the study of the palace, and his eyes became sore.
She rubbed her eyes, pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeve pocket, and deftly folded a little mouse.
The so-called handkerchief mouse looks like a spring roll in the middle, with two small corners of the handkerchief showing at both ends. It doesn't actually look like a mouse, but the classmate who taught her how to fold the handkerchief said that this was something her grandmother taught her mother, her mother taught her sister, and her sister taught her. Women from generation to generation have said that this is a little mouse.
Wen Xingluo also has a sister.
But her sister never taught her such interesting things.
She stroked the little mouse on the handkerchief, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Xie Guanlan walk into the study.
She hid the handkerchief mouse behind her and looked up at him.
Xie Guanlan: "I thought my sister was studying hard and was destined to become the top female scholar in the future, but I didn't expect her to be lazy."
He returned to his gentle yet distant demeanor, as if his anger towards her that night had never happened.
Wen Xingluo drooped his eyelashes.
He doesn't come when she is studying hard, but he comes when she is playing.
She whispered, "I only played for a moment."
Xie Guanlan casually picked up her book and glanced at it: "The Imperial Astronomical Observatory says there may be floods this summer."
"Really? It seems that nursery rhyme was right after all."
Wen Xingluo's gaze fell on his waist.
He had probably just returned from the government office, and the handcuffs were still hanging on his belt.
Why handcuffs?
It reminded her of the fire avoidance map from last night.
She said perfunctorily: "If there really is going to be a flood, the prince should make preparations early."
"I don't know how to prepare?"
"Stockpile food, dig canals to release floodwaters—"
Wen Xingluo suddenly stopped talking.
Xie Guanlan was trying to trick her.
She said innocently: "I read it in a book. It says so in the book."
As if to prove her point, she pulled out a few neatly arranged ancient books and handed them to Xie Guanlan: "These are the books I've been reading recently."
The inspiration for using the Qibao Canal to discharge floodwaters in her previous life came from these books.
Xie Guanlan is so smart. After he finishes reading it, he will definitely come up with this idea faster than her.
Xie Guanlan took it, looked at her deeply, and then left the study.
The metallic clang of handcuffs faded away.
Wen Xingluo pushed open the stained glass window and saw Xie Guanlan's figure walking around the corridor and the screen wall, heading towards Canglang Pavilion in the distance.
The pomegranate flowers in the mansion were in full bloom, and the crimson brocade robe outlined the tall and majestic figure of the young man, completely suppressing the beauty of the surrounding Xia Huayan.
Wen Xingluo looked at his back.
In her previous life, she died at the age of eighteen and had not experienced many interesting things.
Now she had eaten delicacies from land and sea, worn silk and satin in the palace, and felt the warmth of being loved by her grandmother and brother, but she had not yet tasted the sweetness of love.
She hoped that her future husband would be as handsome and strong as Xie Guanlan, who would be able to block her father's slaps and protect her from the evil spirits' knives.
However, one's temper cannot be as bad as Xie Guanlan's.
A pomegranate flower fell on Wen Xingluo's head.
She touched her head.
She seems a little greedy.
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It's Dragon Boat Festival.
There is a dragon boat race in the south of the city today, and the old concubine wants to take everyone in the mansion out to watch it.
In the early morning, Cuicui was helping Wen Xingluo with her dressing and asked in surprise, "When did you get a hairpin in your dressing box?"
Wen Xingluo looked over.
A golden hairpin lay quietly in the depths of the dressing box. The head of the hairpin was decorated with two gold-threaded butterflies, and the craftsmanship was even more intricate and exquisite than the previous silver butterfly hairpin.
Cuicui assumed it was natural: "It must have been sent by the Concubine Dowager. The maidservant below was not careful enough and missed it. It looks really beautiful. I will put it on the young lady!"
Wen Xingluo packed up and went to Wansong Courtyard, helping the old concubine wash and dress as usual.
The old concubine patted her hands and said, "Let the maids do these things."
Wen Xingluo picked out a cloud-patterned golden phoenix hairpin from the jewelry tray carried by the maids and pinned it on the old woman's snow-white bun: "I like making these."
The old concubine looked at herself in the bronze mirror and was very satisfied.
She turned around and touched Wen Xingluo's face lovingly: "You are a good person. I only regret that Jing'er didn't marry your mother earlier so that you could become my granddaughter sooner."
The old toffee smells very nice, a kind of restrained and pure Buddhist fragrance.
Wen Xingluo sniffed her scent.
The old concubine was the first elder in the world who openly supported her, and she was also the first elder who dressed her up beautifully.
She rarely showed her girlish innocence and leaned close to the old man in a dependent manner.
The grandfather and grandson came to the Chuihua Hall, and Xie Guanlan and Xie Shian were both there.
Xie Shian stared at the golden butterfly on Wen Xingluo's head, and suddenly snorted: "Wen Xingluo, where is the silver butterfly I gave you?!"
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