Is my wife farming today?

Chapter 237 Mother and son separated
Cheng Shuang, who had been sitting silently aside, suddenly said, "Maybe it's the eyes."

After her reminder, Deng Tong immediately understood the essence and said loudly: "It's the eyes. Madam Xie's eyes look at you with tenderness, caressing and a bit of doting. It's completely different from when she looks at us."

Cheng Shuang sighed after hearing this, "It's a shame that you still want to be the president of our White Horse Poetry Society. With your barren adjectives, let's forget it."

Deng Tong recalled the business of coming to Taifu's Mansion today.

He quickly corrected his expression, "Young Master Dugu, to be honest, we came to the capital today because of the rumors about you and Miss Xie Er. No matter what people outside say, we in the White Horse Poetry Club will always believe you. of innocence and nobility.”

Dugu Xi couldn't help but curl up her lips as she listened, and smiled again.

Innocent? Noble?
He raised his eyes and said lightly to the four people in front of him, "Thank you."

Deng Tong had explained their purpose and position to them, and Liu Fang and the Cheng sisters quickly stood up and bowed to say goodbye.

The reason why they sent messages many times to visit the Taifu's house was simply because they were worried that Dugu Xiwei would be hurt because she couldn't stand the rumors in the capital.

Although they are not worthy to be called brothers and friends to the No. 1 Young Master in Kyoto, considering that they have been helped and taken care of by him many times in the past, they are also sincerely concerned about his current situation, so they must come to see each other in person. Only then can I let it go.

Dugu Xiwei naturally knew their good intentions.

In fact, since he returned to Kyoto, he has declined invitations and visits from countless families.

He had already made a decision and did not need anyone's support or understanding. However, despite this, he still did not expect that Deng Tong and others would say such pleasant words to him when they came this time.

I've been stuck at home for many days.

He never wrote even a letter to her, and neither did she.

Dugu Xiwei couldn't help but look far away, and fell into deep thought again.

Hearing that Rizhao Country had been "haunted" recently made the whole country panic and frightened. Even the war in Jincheng was forced to be postponed for half a month.

Is even God helping them?

Although half a month is not enough time, Dugu Xiwei is already very pleased.

In addition, after listening to Deng Tong's words today, the gloom that had accumulated in his heart for no reason was swept away, replaced by a joy that he was eager to tell her and share with her.

Dugu Xi slightly lifted the pen and licked the ink.

He wanted to write her a letter, but he didn't know what to say?
As soon as I started writing, those eager sharing feelings turned into just a few words: How are you these days?

……

Three days later, a snow-white homing pigeon landed on the edge of the window.

Xie refused to reach out and untie the mailbox from the carrier pigeon's leg, and unfolded the small roll of paper with great excitement.

What caught my eye were four small characters with beautiful handwriting: How are you these days?

Decline couldn't help but laugh.

Could it be that he didn't know what to write and just wrote four words?
Thinking about it carefully, she had been busy teaching the people in Liangzhou about planting for a while, and she actually forgot to ask him when he arrived in Kyoto and what happened after he arrived in Kyoto? Or have you ever been scolded by the Grand Tutor?

He declined and came to the desk, looking at the yellowish rice paper, as if there were thousands of words in his mind that he wanted to say to Dugu Xiwei.

But when I lift a pen.

She didn't know where to start, so she smiled to herself and looked up at the four small characters pressed down by the inkstone.

I can't be like him and only know four words, right?

Thinking about it, she began to show the seriousness and rigor of writing a paper.

She honestly explained the results and progress of the past month, during which she concealed the "haunting" incident in Rizhao Country. This was already filled up on a piece of paper, and then she explained some future plans in detail. With plans, it’s another full page of paper.

After writing this, I suddenly realized that the most important thing had not been said yet.

So I wrote down two pages of paper again. Holding the four thick pieces of letter paper in his hand, he touched the little white pigeon's beak in distress and said to himself: "What should I do? I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to make more trips."

As a result, Dugu Xiwei received a reply every day for four consecutive days at the same time in the next few days.

It was late at night, and Ruyi was calling the servants in the courtyard to carry the boiled hot water into the clean room.

After everything is ready for bathing.

Ruyi just knocked on the study door and said, "Master, everything is ready. You can take a bath."

Dugu Xi came back to her senses, carefully put away the four letters written like complaints, and pushed out the door with a smile on her face.

Ruyi couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Is there anything good today? Why is the young master so happy?"

He suppressed his smile and said, "Nothing."

It's just that someone said that she missed him so much that she wanted to sit in the white pigeon's mailbox and follow the delivered letter to Kyoto to see him.

The autumn night is a bit cool.

Dugu Jin just came back from the palace. After getting rid of his fatigue, he immediately ordered someone to go to Dugu Xiwei's "Chen Shuang Residence" to call him over.

Dugu Xiwei had just finished taking a shower, and she hadn't even had time to dry her wet hair. There were even a few crystal clear water drops falling from the ends of her black hair.

"Mother, you are looking for me."

Dugu Jin's eyes were filled with fatigue, and he leaned back slightly, lying on the beauty's couch.

The two attentive waiters standing behind her immediately came forward to knead her shoulders and back.

Dugu Jin opened his eyes after a while and looked at Dugu Xiwei, who was standing not far away.

"Have you heard about the recent 'haunting' in Rizhao Country?"

Dugu Xi straightened up slightly and replied slowly: "I've heard a little bit about it, but I don't know the reason yet."

According to reports from spies stationed by the Dugu family in Rizhao Kingdom, many cases of murder and dismemberment have suddenly occurred in the capital of Rizhao Kingdom recently. The murderer was arrogant and seemed to be deliberately provoking, deliberately scattering the dismembered body parts all over the capital.

Not only that, they also ordered people to spread rumors that during the Battle of Liangzhou many years ago, the bodies of all the soldiers who died in Rizhao Kingdom were brutally buried in other places, and even the dead could not return to their roots.

Therefore, the remaining limbs today belong to the soldiers who died at that time, and the spirits of the dead are at work.

Dugu Jin looked directly at him, his eyes blazing, "Don't you really know that this is all a farce planned by one person?"

Dugu Xiwei looked calm, "What does mother mean by this?"

"Xiwei, I know you are blaming me for promising your majesty your marriage to the fourth princess." Dugu Jin said.

Dugu Xi was slightly silent and didn't answer.

Dugu Jin always understood his temperament and spoke again, "Even if you blame me, I still have to make the decision for you. You have been smarter than others since you were a child, and you know how to be patient and keep a low profile. You must be aware of all the expectations of the Dugu family. It’s all tied to you.”

He had heard this so many times over the years.

He has always been silent and resigned.

Today I don’t know why, but I suddenly had the idea of ​​​​refuting.

He murmured and asked: "Just because of this, do I have to bear all injustices as a matter of course?"

The voice is clear and pleasant, but one cannot hear the sadness or joy.

"If that's the case, I'd rather be stupid and incompetent."

The little seeds of rebellion are about to sprout!