mtlumby2d Chapter 73 Taking advantage of the situation
Chapter 73 Taking advantage of the situation
Juxianlou is the most famous restaurant in the capital. All the specialties of the capital are included in this restaurant. It has the largest number of people coming and going every day. It can be said to be an old signature restaurant in the capital.
Wen Yan brought Wan Xiaqing to Juxianlou at noon, not only to try the specialties of Beijing, but also to observe how other restaurants operate.
A glimpse of sunlight appeared in the sky for a rare moment, but was soon covered by clouds again.
The two Taoist nuns, one big and one small, were wearing plain Taoist robes and had plain and inconspicuous looks.
As soon as they entered the door, they could hear bursts of piano music. Many people looked up at the purple-dressed girl above. The lingering piano music poured down from her hands. There were many people in the lobby downstairs, and cheers could be heard from time to time.
Seeing the new guests, the waiter came over and asked with a smile on his face, "Would you like to sit downstairs or in the private room upstairs?"
"Private room." Wen Yan said briefly. There were many people talking downstairs, and she and her daughter had something to talk about in private.
The waiter arranged a private room for them near the girl in purple. Wen Yan asked him to introduce some of the restaurant's signature dishes and ordered them one by one.
"Mom, this place is much bigger than our Jinyu Tower!" Wan Xiaqing has been in the capital for a long time, but since her mother told her not to go out often, she usually stays in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. This is the first time in the past few months that she has eaten in a crowded place.
Wen Yan nodded. It was indeed big here. There were four floors, and every floor and every place was obviously carefully designed, with no dead corners. The overall shape was a quadrangular building, and the geographical location was very advantageous. From the windows, one could see the bustling streets outside and the river in the distance.
After eating here today, she also planned to go to the ready-made clothing shops in the capital. It would be best if she could take a rough look at all the shops on the streets. It is always good to refer to more and broaden your horizons.
All the dishes have arrived. The taste of Juxianlou is lighter, which is more in line with the taste of people in Beijing. It is light but not bland.
After the two men had eaten and drunk their fill, they looked down from the window and saw a very luxurious carriage slowly passing by.
Someone in the next room saw this and spoke with disdain, the sound of their conversation penetrating the thin wall.
"This consort of Princess Zhaoyang is too unmanly. He comes when the princess summons him and leaves when she dismisses him, and he doesn't feel ashamed at all."
"He is only a few steps away from reaching the top. Now shouldn't we hold him in high esteem?"
"That's true. If the princess were to like me, maybe I would be like him."
The two laughed and said, "I heard that the prince consort's wife died of illness in her hometown, and they had no children... He is so lucky. If he had a wife and children, he would never have married the princess!"
"That's possible. For the sake of fame and wealth, even if he was killed secretly, no one would know."
Wen Yan felt embarrassed listening to this. She wondered what their expressions would be if they knew that the former wife of this prince consort was sitting next to them.
Although Wan Gaofeng was greedy and vain, and abandoned his wife and children for wealth and glory, fortunately he did not hire someone to kill her. If that were the case, as long as the two of them kept to themselves, she would be happy to be a dead man's ex-wife.
Although his mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts, his face showed no other expression.
But Wan Xiaqing knew for sure that Wan Gaofeng wanted to kill her mother. She looked at her mother's expression and found that she didn't seem to know that she was in danger. She couldn't help but ask, "Mom, have you encountered anything wrong at home recently?"
Wen Yan was stunned by the question. She thought about it and realized that except for Xu Xiaorou occasionally coming to cause trouble, she was quite normal at other times. "Why do you ask that?"
Wan Xiaqing seemed to have known from somewhere before that Wan Gaofeng was not dead... Could it be that she knew something else, for example, that Wan Gaofeng really wanted to kill her?
Wan Xiaqing scratched his head guiltily, "If I leave home, there will be no one at home to protect you."
This is true. Although the family members have become very strong because of the spiritual spring water, they have little chance of winning if they really meet someone who knows martial arts. Wen Yan thinks this is indeed a problem. Sometimes, in a small fight, whoever has the bigger fist will win.
In addition, they did have to be on guard against Wan Gaofeng taking action against them.
Wen Yan kept this matter in mind, thinking that she would have to pay attention to this aspect after returning.
After eating at Juxianlou, the two strolled around the streets of Beijing, buying everything they needed and carrying back large and small bags.
Immediately, she listened to Nanny Yu telling her what happened in the morning. The other party's eyes on Wen Yan were not only admiring, but even more obsessed.
"Mom, didn't you just come to Beijing? How come you know so many people?" Wan Xiaqing grabbed her hand and asked in a low voice.
It's not about knowing anyone.
Wen Yan touched her head and thought, Madam Liu asked her to go over, and Wen Yan was already prepared for this.
Wen Yan could guess that the wife of Ye Qinglu, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, came to "invite" her because of the escort mission.
But what was Princess Zhaoyang doing? It was impossible that she had guessed her identity.
In short, among the Thirty-Six Strategies, running away is the best one.
Wen Yan went to check on Xiang Yun's condition. She was now more energetic than when they first met, and her body wasn't in as much pain, which was enough to support her to go to Xiahe Town.
"Miss Xiangyun, the journey will take about three days. I will take care of you the whole time."
Wen Yan's voice fell into Xiang Yun's ears. For some reason, she always felt that it was particularly kind and reliable. "Okay, I will listen to you, Taoist Priest."
Xiang Yun's smile was very gentle, soft and slow, like a gently spreading water wave. Since she woke up, every time she came into contact with Wen Yan, she always liked her more.
"Master Qingyin, the carriage is ready at the back door." Nanny Yu was very reluctant to leave and couldn't help but grab Wen Yan's clothes, "Master, why don't you take me with you."
Wen Yan said helplessly: "Madame Yu, please stay here. I will definitely come to see you again in the future."
Although Nanny Yu was still reluctant, she knew that now was not the time to be willful, and nodded frustratedly.
This expression looked very discordant on her face, yet very cute.
Wen Yan took out a piece of osmanthus cake from her luggage. She had prepared it at home and had kept it in her space. She handed it to Madam Yu, "Madam, this is for you. I made it myself. Try it."
Nanny Yu's eyes lit up and she took it flattered, "Thank you, Master."
Wen Yan did not delay any further. Amid the stunned gazes of everyone, she picked up Xiang Yun and went to the back door.
There was a cool mat in the carriage. Wan Xiaqing came out and saw Wen Yan and said quickly, "Everything is ready."
Wen Yan responded, settled Xiang Yun, and hugged Wan Xiaqing tightly, "Mom is gone, write more letters, understand?"
Wan Xiaqing looked at Wen Yan reluctantly, but was afraid that Wen Yan would worry and didn't dare to cry, "I know."
The carriage slowly drove away. Chen Hu and others finally caught up after receiving the news and rode their horses to catch up with Wen Yan.
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away. Wan Xiaqing watched their backs disappear, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Beside Wan Xiaqing, a figure slowly walked out from the darkness. He touched Wan Xiaqing's head and said mockingly, "You are only ten years old. Why are you imitating adults and holding back your emotions? Just cry if you want to."
It’s Ye Qinghuai.
Wan Xiaqing wiped away her tears and said, "Who is crying? I am not crying."
She didn't want to cry. She wanted to be independent and become a support for her mother.