Quick wear: healing the beautiful, strong and miserable boss every day

Chapter 157 ⑩ Can’t Run Away (20)

The day of the appointment with Zhao Minghan happened to be when he was not busy.

According to Qu Zhili, the Zhao family has paved the way for Zhao Minghan to be an official, and taught him how to be an official since he was a child.

After spring comes, the sky is still a little cool.

You don't need to wear thick clothes when you go out, just a cloak is enough.

Wen Jinhuan moved slowly, arriving about a quarter of an hour later than them.

The atmosphere of the scene was very harmonious, handsome men and beautiful women, I haven't seen each other for a long time, Zhao Minghan is more mature than when I saw him last year.

The two of them sat together, their faces were like peach blossoms, especially Zheng Xinghe, who was full of affection, he was hesitant to speak, and the smile on his face couldn't be covered.

Wen Jinhuan walked to the door and paused for a while, the servant standing at the door saluted her, causing the people inside to turn their heads.

Zheng Xinghe got up with a suppressed smile, and walked out, "Sister Wang, you are here."

"I want you to wait for a long time." Wen Jinhuan smiled lightly.

"Brother Minghan and I haven't been here for long, come in quickly, sister Fang." She greeted.

Zheng Xinghe walked in holding Wen Jinhuan's arm.

Zhao Minghan got up, Wen Jinhuan nodded to him, "Brother Minghan."

"It's coming, it's free." Zhao Minghan nodded, twitching the corners of his mouth lightly, and when he called her name again, he suddenly felt like a dream.

It had been a long time since the last unpleasant meeting, neither of them mentioned it, and the default was to treat it as the past.

This is a tea house, and it is also a library for listening to books, as soon as the afternoon arrives.The storyteller stood on the stage with his feet up. He was wearing a hat and a beard. He didn't look like a serious storyteller.

They are located by the window of the private room, and when they open the window, they can see the scene below.

The storyteller just came to the stage and stopped, and the audience in the audience was full. The teapot spouts of each table were filled with mist, and there were several plates of peanuts and melon seeds on the tables.

This is the standard equipment for listening to books. A pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds are enough to sit for an afternoon.

This place was chosen by Wen Jinhuan. Why didn't I choose Qu Zhili's restaurant? The main reason is that this place is so lively that it won't make people feel bored.

Before the storyteller told the story, he put the foot ruler on the table and attracted everyone's attention with a soft sound.

Wen Jinhuan opened the window on her side a little, and looked at the afternoon with his chin resting. Xu Mian had never been here before, but Wen Jinhuan was here for the first time, and he was very excited.

"Sister Mian has never been here before, why did she suddenly think of coming here today?" Zheng Xinghe looked at Wen Jinhuan, and took a sip of tea soup.

The tea they are drinking now is the best variety in the teahouse, ordered by Zhao Minghan, but Zheng Xinghe thinks it is not very tasty, even so, she did not show it.

Wen Jinhuan cracked a handful of melon seeds, and sighed slowly, "I'm getting moldy after staying in the mansion, so I want to come out to see a different capital city and listen to different voices."

The storyteller stood on the stage and told some unforgettable stories with his passionate and cadenced voice, which were fascinating and kept everyone's appetite.

At the beginning, everyone stopped drinking tea and eating melon seeds and peanuts, and all of them stared at the people on the stage intently, without blinking their eyes.

Wen Jinhuan was not so obsessed. She knocked the melon seeds and watched, and she could still see everyone's reactions.

"Sister Fang, if you feel bored, call me to chat with you. I always have time." Zheng Xinghe said to Wen Jinhuan.

It just so happened that at this moment, the storyteller reached a critical point, and his eloquent and expressive voice attracted most of Wen Jinhuan's attention.

"Miss Lin gave up her family background and ran away with the poor scholar. After she ran away——Miss Lin knew that Xiucai turned out to be a fox spirit. Later, Xiucai sucked her energy and threw her body away. After giving it to the weasel, Xiucai went on to harm another person."

"what--"

The audience below reacted with snorts.

After Wen Jinhuan listened, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Ancient literature seems to be almost the same type as Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio.

Only now did she reply to Zheng Xinghe's words, "I know Sister Xing is willing to accompany me, but I can't bother Sister Xing every time."

"Where is my sister's friendship with me?" Zheng Xinghe replied.

The storyteller continued to tell another story. This story was not very attractive. Wen Jinhuan sat upright, slowly took a sip from his cup.

"Sister Xing, do you still remember the last time I was assassinated?" She looked at Zheng Xinghe firmly, "The prince said that the murderer has been found."

"Hmm... really, that's really great." Zheng Xinghe's complexion changed slightly, and he smiled a little unusually.

Zhao Minghan who was on the side asked anxiously, "What's the matter, why did you get assassinated, and when did you not tell me?"

Wen Jinhuan sighed, "It happened before, the murderer has not been found yet, and you were preparing for the exam at that time, so I didn't tell you."

She looked at Zhao Minghan, his expression of worry and surprise was genuine, maybe now, their previous friendship had not been completely affected by fame and fortune.

But soon.

Zhao Minghan asked: "Have you found the murderer? Who wants to assassinate you? It's inevitable."

"Not yet, I just found a few clues. The murderer is too cunning, even Shizi can't do anything about it."

Wen Jinhuan looked at Zheng Xinghe while talking, and said softly, "Sister Xing, who else do you think will harm me here?"

"Maybe it's the enemy?" Zheng Xinghe frowned, his voice was a little weak, "Sister Fang, how could you be targeted by the enemy if you are so good-looking."

Then she reached out to hold Wen Jinhuan's hand on the table, "The murderer hasn't been found yet, so it's better not to go out during this period of time. You are not alone now, and you are easy to be targeted."

"Sister Xing is right," Wen Jinhuan nodded, agreeing with all eyes, "I will trouble Sister Xing to come to the mansion to accompany me in the future."

"It should." She agreed.

"Especially these few days, the prince hasn't come back for a long time." Wen Jinhuan suddenly changed the topic.

Zheng Xinghe was aggrieved for her when he heard the words, "What's the matter, why didn't Shi Zi come back."

"Ugh--"

Wen Jinhuan sighed heavily, bit his lips, and made an aggrieved expression, "No way, he said he was busy, and I don't know what he was busy with, he didn't tell me."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Zhao Minghan, "Brother Minghan, are you very busy with the imperial court?"

"I... I'm not very clear, I just heard that the emperor has assigned a lot of tasks to the son, and my position is not busy." He replied.

"Ugh--"

Wen Jinhuan sighed again, she stretched her head forward, frowned and said, "But I heard that the emperor was ill and couldn't deal with things, so he let the son do things in the palace."

"..."

The two of them stared blankly, looking at each other.

Wen Jinhuan leaned back and waved quickly,

"I just heard about it, you two, don't spread rumors, and stabilize the hearts of the people."

(End of this chapter)