Huo Yixiao entered his own house.

The house is big and there are few people. Except for a few lanterns in the front yard, the rest are covered in the night.

Yin Lei quickly walked over and whispered to the incident in the capital.

Yin Lei sorted out the situation of their departure from Beijing in the afternoon and reported it concisely and quickly.

After hearing this, Huo Yixiao nodded slightly.

This section of the road is dark and the light becomes clear until it goes around outside the main courtyard.

Huo Yixiao stepped in.

There were a few lanterns under the corridor, and the wind was not strong, so there was no shaking. The dim oil light in the room shone out, illuminating the steps in front of the door.

As he walked forward, the light shone on him, driving away the darkness and calming the ups and downs of the road.

fine.

Huo Yixiao thought.

He did not push the door immediately, but remembered an article written by Huo Yixuan.

Xuanzai has been reading books for more than ten years and has written countless poems and articles.

There are many good articles, and they can be crafted and neatly written. When written, they can be circulated by students. What they talk about is the major events in the court, and what they say is that from ancient times to the present, they are always very knowledgeable.

But in fact, Xuanzai has also written a lot of content that makes people laugh.

Especially his childhood works.

As a child, he doesn't understand those profound things. He writes nothing more than eating, playing, parents and brothers.

Writing about the wontons that Mrs. Huo personally bought, he said, "It turns out that such a dignified and reserved mother can also carry a kitchen knife. It's really a must-see."

When writing about their brothers setting off fireworks, he said, "The fireworks will be dumb, no wonder some people don't like to talk."

All kinds of messy content were collected and bound by Mrs. Huo. She took it out and read it two years ago, and she smiled and leaned back and forth on the couch.

Xuanzi's face turned red with a smile. After carrying a few books, she said to Huo Yixiao: "I don't think it's funny. The more I read it, the more wise I feel, seeing the big ones from the small, and being full of fun."

Huo Yixiao saw the end from beginning to end.

Wisdom is wisdom, and funny enough.

But this is Huo Yixuan, which has been like this since childhood.

Now his insights on "life from eating food" have also come from childhood to adulthood.

Among those volumes, there is one article that says "Home".

The article was not very long, with more than a hundred words in the front and back, which seemed to be written by Xuan Zai when she was ten years old.

The superior said that when he saw the light, his heart was filled with warmth and familiarity, which made him clearly know that this is where he came from and where he belonged, and that he was the place he thought about the most and liked the most.

When he saw it, Huo Yixiao flipped over.

He didn't have that experience.

He had a residence in the Huo family mansion. When he was young, he lived with Mrs. Jin. Later, he moved to the front yard and had his own study room like Xuan Zai and the others. But he already knew at that time that this was not the place to come or the place to return.

Shuyu Palace was even more so, and he was even impatient to live there.

He also has some houses in Beijing, like Xihua Hutong, which can live in people, is also clean and well-maintained, but when he stepped in, he didn't feel the same as Xuanzai.

Huo Yixiao once thought that Xuanzai was too stupid, and only honest people would be sentimental and have a deep understanding.

It was not until this moment that he stood here, cageing the light from the room, and suddenly he understood the more than a hundred words written by Xuanzi.

In the room, Wen Yan had already heard the sound of footsteps and had not seen anyone come in for a long time, so she came out.

He pulled the door and smiled at the late returnee.

Without the barrier of the door panel, the light is brighter.

The person standing in the door had a warmer smile than the light and was extremely familiar.

"This is where it comes from and where it comes from."

The eight simple words are engraved in my heart and cannot be dispersed.

Huo Yixiao stepped in and handed the food box to Sui Niang. When the little maid went to the kitchen, he reached out and rubbed Wen Yan's hair.

Wen Yan had already washed her hair, her long hair was loose, her fingertips passed through her hair, and she could smell the fragrance of soap beans.

Huo Yixiao lowered his eyes and smile flashed through his eyes.

Xuanzai was still a little younger at that time and did not write deeply enough.

What people think about, and what they like is not just the dim lights, but also the familiar smell, from soap beans, rouge, tea, spices...

Moving here for just one season makes him more accustomed and happy than the house he had lived in for so many years.

However, there seems to be something missing today.

Huo Yixiao led Wen Yan into it, looked around, but found no trace of Ebony.

"Where did it go?" Huo Yixiao asked.

Wen Yan bent her eyes and smiled: "I've coaxed it to work."

Huo Yixiao laughed so hard.

Thank you or thank you.

He went to the clean room to clean it first, and when he came out, the hot sweet soup had already been delivered.

Wen Yan sat at the table and used his mouth. He heard his footsteps and said, "It's quite fragrant."

"Ask Eunuch Wu," Huo Yixiao said, "I have to go to the palace to ask the concubine tomorrow. I will be sharp when I leave Beijing this time, and I am afraid I will be nagged."

"I have to go to visit the princess, get a pause..." Wen Yan couldn't think of the right words for a moment, so he laughed first and finally said, "The princess has to jump off her feet."

Cheng'an is so kind.

Huo Yixiao also knows it.

Wen Yan also served Huo Yixiao a bowl of sweet soup.

While using it, the two of them talked about the situation in the imperial study room.

When she heard that the emperor gave in, Wen Yan slurped in her hand and the white porcelain spoon touched her teeth, she subconsciously frowned.

"It is impossible for those of the Shen family to relax their vigilance," said Wen Yan. "The emperor also knows the Shen Lin brothers very well and does not feel that they can stabilize them."

"The emperor just lacks a step. After being scolded by Zhao Taibao, how could he nod honestly?" Huo Yixiao glanced at Wen Yan and said, "But I also think this step is too smooth."

He actually has many reasons, but he has no use.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "It's hard to say. The emperor has been tangling with the Shen family for decades, and no one can say how many things have been hidden in it. Maybe the Shen family really has some tugging in their hands, and when they get to the end, they will vomit. Let's take a look."

Attacking requires structure.

Just as Huo Yixiao advised the emperor, the emperor could not listen to the wind and rain, and directly pressed it to the end with a relative like the Shen family.

The Censorate's verification will take at least one or two months.

During these times, we have to guard against the Shen family and have to get more evidence of being tired of it.

On that day, the messy "evidence" exhausted Pingxi Hou Mansion to death, and today, how did the Shen family exhausted.

The night is getting thicker.

From a distance, two more drums came.

The black cat stepped on the wall and quietly looked at the sedan chair coming out of the back door of the house.

This is the home of Dong Zhisheng, the Minister of Works. Ebony had squatted him all night.

Of course, it was not only the one who squatted Dong Shangshu. Ebony discovered an hour ago that there was someone at the end of the alley, who had been paying attention to the situation of Dong's house.
Chapter completed!