Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

"Come on, I'll take you to a place." Yan Heng embraced Xia Xiaorou and walked out.

"Where?"

"Tianshui Temple."

Tianshui Temple is about ten miles away from the village.

It is located next to a waterfall in the back mountain.

The waterfall looks like water pouring down from the sky when viewed from a distance, so people nearby call it Tianshui. The mountain is Tianshui Mountain. Many years ago, a great monk built a temple there and named it "Tianshui Temple".

In her previous life, Yan Heng had brought her here once.

That time, it seemed like something big had happened. Yan Heng looked sad and didn't say a word. He just took her to look at a portrait silently.

Portrait of a young woman.

I vaguely remember that the woman in the painting was only about twenty years old and was dressed gorgeously and luxuriously.

She didn't dare ask who it was.

He just sat with Yan Heng silently for the whole day.

When the carriage arrived at the foot of the mountain, the road was rugged and full of steps, so the carriage could not pass.

Yan Heng held Xia Xiaorou's hand and walked up.

"Can you handle it?" Yan Heng turned around and asked Xia Xiaorou gently.

Xia Xiaorou lowered her eyes, "It's okay."

Yan Heng praised, "Very good."

Xia Xiaorou wanted to say that besides exercising from digging herbs, she was not afraid of climbing mountains.

She was now gradually remembering what Yan Heng had taught her in her previous life.

She is not afraid to climb any high mountain.

As they were talking, they came to the mountain.

Yan Heng was a frequent visitor, and the young monk who opened the door bowed to him and let him in immediately.

The old abbot got the news and came out to see Yan Heng.

Yan Heng waved her hand, "You guys go about your business, I'm just going to take a walk to relax, eat something and then leave."

The abbot folded his hands and left.

Yan Heng took Xia Xiaorou to a quaint little garden next to the temple.

The garden had already been decorated with red lanterns, plum blossoms, and the incense that Xia Xiaorou often smelled.

The layout is the same as that in Yan Heng’s bedroom in Yanyuan.

He Ying came out and bowed to the two of them, "The wine and food are ready, my lord."

Xia Xiaorou opened her eyes wide, "Will the abbot have any thoughts about drinking in the temple?"

"He dares to say that, let's try." Yan Heng took Xia Xiaorou's hand and walked into a room.

Xia Xiaorou thought to herself, that makes sense, in this small place, who would dare to say anything bad about Yan Heng?

The round table was already filled with wine, food and snacks.

Xia Xiaorou discovered that they were all her favorite foods.

He Ying took out the warm wine, poured two glasses, and then left.

Yan Heng handed a glass of wine to Xia Xiaorou, "Try the wine I brewed."

Xia Xiaorou thought of the baby in her belly, her face changed, and she waved her hand and said, "I don't drink."

"Today is a special day, just drink one glass." Yan Heng stuffed the wine glass into Xia Xiaorou's hand.

Xia Xiaorou glanced at him and asked, "Are you really only going to drink one glass?"

Yan Heng looked at the wall and said, "I won't lie to her face."

Xia Xiaorou followed his gaze and discovered a portrait hanging on the wall. It was the portrait of the woman that Yan Heng brought her to see in her previous life.

In her previous life, when Yan Heng brought her a portrait, her face was filled with sorrow, and she did not dare to ask who the woman in the painting was.

Yan Heng now looked gentle and in a good mood, so Xia Xiaorou boldly asked, "Mr. Yan, who is the woman in the painting?"

"My mother." Yan Heng looked at the portrait with a sad expression, "But she passed away many years ago."

Xia Xiaorou glanced at Yan Heng, then at the portrait. The two looked about 70% alike.

She quickly put down her wine glass, walked to the portrait and bowed, "Meet the Madam."

Yan Heng pulled her and looked at the portrait, "Mother, this is Xia Xiaorou. I want her to give you a grandson. What do you think?"

The woman in the portrait smiles gently.

Yan Heng also smiled slightly, "You smile but don't say anything, does that mean you agree?"

Xia Xiaorou: "..." Does this count?

"My mother agreed. From now on, it depends on your performance." Yan Heng put his arm around Xia Xiaorou's waist and looked at her with serious eyes.

"I..." Xia Xiaorou became conflicted.

Yan Heng took her to see her mother's portrait. Does this count as meeting an elder?

Should she tell others about her pregnancy?

Just as Xia Xiaorou was about to speak, a voice shouted outside the garden gate, "Yan Heng, open the door, it's me, Ji Qingchen!"

Yan Heng's face suddenly darkened and he didn't respond.

He just held Xia Xiaorou in his arms and walked towards the table.

But at the gate of the garden, the knocking continued. "Yan Heng, there is a letter from the capital. It is very important. If you miss it, something terrible will happen!"

Xia Xiaorou pushed Yan Heng and said, "How about you go and take a look? Since Ji Qingchen was able to chase us here, it must be something important, right?"

"He never talks about important things." Yan Heng ignored Ji Qingchen and placed the chopsticks in front of Xia Xiaorou. "Let's eat. The food won't taste good if it gets cold."

Xia Xiaorou glanced at the door, picked up the chopsticks, and casually picked up a piece of meat.

But at this moment, there was a thud sound coming from the garden gate.

Then, Ji Qingchen cried out, "Yan Heng, you are so cruel, are you just going to watch me fall?"

It turned out that Ji Qingchen, seeing that the door had not been opened for a long time, climbed over the wall into the garden, but he was not careful and fell off the wall.

Yan Heng ignored him and drank.

Ji Qingchen cried out in pain, rubbing his buttocks and legs, and walked into the main room.

When he found Xia Xiaorou was there, he opened his eyes wide, "Hey, why are you here?"

"Mr. Ji." Xia Xiaorou stood up and saluted Ji Qingchen.

Ji Qingchen disliked following rules even more than Yan Heng. He waved his hand at Xia Xiaorou and said, "Whatever you want." He took out a letter from his arms and placed it in front of Yan Heng. "Don't eat yet. Take a look at this. Miss Wen sent this to you from her personal attendant."

Xia Xiaorou looked over.

All I saw written on it was "A letter from Henglang" and the signature was "Shu".

Shu, the fourth Miss Wen, Wen Xiashu.

A noble lady from the capital who kept writing letters to Yan Heng in her previous life.

Yan Heng suddenly returned to the capital. Was she going back to see the Fourth Miss Wen?

Xia Xiaorou gently put down her chopsticks and lowered her eyes.

After all, she is not worthy of Yan Heng.

Yan Heng crumpled the letter and threw it into the brazier. She looked at Ji Qingchen and said, "Either drink and keep silent, or get out."

Ji Qingchen chuckled and said, "Eat, eat, eat."

He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it, then ate the food with relish, as expected, without saying a word.

After three cups of wine, Ji Qingchen wanted to eat more, but was chased away by Yan Heng.

"Remember to read Fourth Miss Wen's letter, don't let her down. By the way, Fourth Miss Wen's entourage is still waiting in Yan Garden, waiting for your reply." Ji Qingchen was driven out of the garden, but he did not forget to remind Yan Heng loudly.

Yan Heng kicked him and closed the door.

In the room, Xia Xiaorou picked up the letter that she had quietly put out the fire and stuffed it into her sleeve. She stroked her stomach and swallowed back what she wanted to say.

After having dinner with Yan Heng, she refused to stay overnight and insisted on returning to the village.

"Today is the first year of my new house. I have to go back and live there." Xia Xiaorou insisted on going back no matter what.

Perhaps Yan Heng was in a good mood and did not force her. He accompanied Xia Xiaorou down the mountain and ordered Zhu Yun to send Xia Xiaorou back to the village.

Seeing that she came back with a bad complexion, Song Yanbai and Chu Xianyun thought that she was just tired and advised her to rest early.

After returning to the room, Xia Xiaorou opened the envelope with a small corner burned.

The envelope was large, and although the corner was burned, the contents of the letter inside were not burned.

Yan Heng in her previous life had taught her a lot of characters, and she could understand all the obscure and profound words and sentences written by Wen Xiashu, a noble lady from the capital.

After reading the contents of the letter, Xia Xiaorou was shocked.

I was surprised that a noble lady from the capital had the guts to write such a naked letter to a man, expressing her longing and admiration. What was even more surprising was Yan Heng's identity!