Yang Sheng turned his head away, unwilling to speak.
859 has always been the type to keep quiet about minor matters, only notifying people when something major happens.
For 859, as long as his life is not in danger and he does not turn to the dark side, it is not a big deal.
Looking at Yang Sheng's strange expression, Wen Nan thought about Lu Yanqing's unlucky nature.
I could roughly guess why: very few people were going back from the city at night.
The space was spacious. Yang Sheng remained silent, while Wen Nan's gaze swept over Lu Yanqing.
Lu Yanqing felt a little uncomfortable under Wen Nan's gaze, so he turned his head away. Lu Yanqing moved to sit further away, and suddenly Wen Nan also moved closer to Lu Yanqing.
Lu Yanqing moved again, but Wen Nan remained persistent.
Until someone cast a strange look at Lu Yanqing and his wife.
Lu Yanqing then stopped making any moves.
Suddenly, a soft, sweet female voice reached his ears, and he could almost smell the hibiscus fragrance emanating from Wen Nan.
"Were you punished today?" Wen Nan whispered in his ear, his warm breath brushing against Lu Yanqing's earlobe.
Lu Yanqing's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lu Yanqing turned his head uncomfortably and shook his head.
Wen Nan raised her eyebrows slightly, watching Yang Sheng's retreating figure, but ultimately said nothing more.
Lu Yanqing really is an unlucky kid.
Wen Nan sighed softly; it seemed her journey to offer warmth and comfort would be long.
The oxcart was faster than people on foot, and when it arrived at Lotus Village, every household lit candles.
Wen Nan and Lu Yanqing walked side by side at the entrance of the village.
At the village entrance, a group of elderly women, holding rice bowls, stared at the two of them with strange looks.
"Lu Xiucai is back? That's quite a surprise. Why is Lady Wen coming back with you today?" Aunt Zhao said sarcastically from the side.
"Everyone knows that Madam Wen is famous for her love of drinking and carousing, and has always looked down on Scholar Lu."
Aunt Zhao is the embroiderer's mother. The embroiderer was thrown into the icy lake by Wen Nan and has been sick for several days.
The surrounding women were all watching the spectacle.
However, not everyone is capable of such a despicable act as sowing discord between a husband and wife.
“Aunt Zhao, what’s so special about me going to pick up my husband from school? Does that mean… I have to report to you when I go to pick up my husband from school?” Wen Nan raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to grab Lu Yanqing’s cloak.
He pulled Lu Yanqing away.
Aunt Zhao choked, and her face turned pale. Several villagers who had been watching the commotion nearby, seeing Aunt Zhao speechless, all suppressed their laughter.
Aunt Zhao was a notorious troublemaker in the village.
Aunt Zhao's face also looked rather pale.
"What's so funny? What's so funny?" Aunt Zhao muttered as she left, no longer joining in the fun at the village entrance.
Aunt Zhao's house is right next to Wennan.
The Wen couple walked in front, and Aunt Zhao walked behind.
The house in Wennan is almost finished, and the door has been reinforced. Only the dog hole is left to be filled in.
Wen Nan led Lu Yanqing to the door, where they suddenly spotted a black money bag embroidered with koi fish patterns.
Wen Nan was somewhat surprised, as was Lu Yanqing.
Wen Nan patted the snow off his hands, then gently weighed it in his hand. It was quite heavy; he guessed it must contain money.
Looking around Wennan, all he could see was heavy snow, and not a single footprint; everything was covered by the snow. There was absolutely no trace of them.
"Whose purse is this? Did you drop it by accident?" Wen Nan tilted his head slightly.
When Aunt Zhao heard this as she walked to her door, her eyes lit up instantly. She hurried over as fast as she could.
"My money bag, Madam Wen, please give it back to me quickly!" Aunt Zhao was wrapped in a padded jacket, but the clothes had already been washed until they were faded.
Aunt Zhao's eyes lit up, and she was about to come over and snatch it.
Wen Nan gently examined the fine silk fabric of the money pouch in his hand.
Lianhua Village is a notoriously poor village.
How could anyone use a money bag made of this material?
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