There's something wrong with the general.

After dinner, the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed and the bright moon was rising.

Wen Yuxi asked the maid to take away the food box, and then he sat in front of the stone table, looking lazily at the blue starry sky above his head.

As the eighth month of the lunar calendar approaches, the weather gradually turns cooler.

There was a gentle breeze in the yard. Wen Yuxi leaned against the pillar of the pavilion with his hands behind his head, feeling rare and relaxed.

Occasionally, a cloud would pass by in the sky, leaving a long tail behind it.

My thoughts gradually drift away with the moving clouds.

Sleepiness came over him like a tide. He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and let himself fall into an endless dream.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Shuanghua, the somewhat docile and worldly-wise girl, shook him awake vigorously: "My Lord, don't sleep anymore. The eldest master has closed the door. We should go back."

Wen Yuxi didn't open his eyes either. He was talking to Zhou Gong in his mind, but he said helplessly: "It's only what time now. I'll go back after I wake up. It's rare to have some peace and quiet. You should go back too. I don't need you to serve me today. Go back."

Shuanghua, however, was a stubborn person with a strong sense of professionalism: "How can this be possible? If I don't serve the Marquis well, I won't be able to sleep peacefully."

Wen Yuxi sighed, then slowly opened his eyes. Shuanghua was looking at him quietly with a pair of innocent eyes.

I didn't feel it just now, but now I realize that the arm behind my head is numb and I have lost all feeling. I can't help but shake it in place.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I feel like my arms are not so sore or numb anymore.

He hadn't fallen asleep yet, and had listened to some of Shuanghua's words. He turned around and looked at the closed door behind him, wondering when this person had entered.

He remembered that after Wen Qianyi finished his meal, he sat at the table and read a book.

I had to remind him that reading in the dark was bad for his eyes, and he turned his eyes away from the desk.

Looking at the time, it’s only about eight o’clock in modern times.

The light in his room was not on, perhaps he had already fallen asleep.

Speaking of which, today's dinner was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.

This is also good, after all, family harmony is the most important thing.

If it could always be like this, it would be fine. Of course, it would be even better if he could be asked to leave the yard. The air is good in autumn. Although it feels bleak, the fragrance of osmanthus is long-lasting and will make you feel much better when you smell it.

When winter comes and it snows heavily, it will be perfect to sit around the fire and chat, drink some good wine and eat hot pot.

Shuanghua waved her hands in front of him: "My Lord, what are you thinking about? The weather is getting colder. It would be bad if you catch a cold if you stay here for too long."

Wen Yuxi hummed, somewhat absentmindedly.

"My Lord, the owner of Jinxiufang sent over a few sets of clothes today. Would you like to try them on? Also, Sister Meixiang embroidered a sachet for you. It contains a calming scent. I've put it in your room."

Wen Yuxi frowned slightly.

Didn’t I tell you not to buy any unnecessary things? I have enough clothes to wear, but I don’t have enough money to begin with, so I must save some money.

And what about that sachet? Who is Meixiang?

Forget it, Shuanghua didn’t understand all this. It was for his own good, and he couldn’t bear to scold her.

He straightened his clothes and stood up: "Let's go."

After walking a few steps, I didn't hear any footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Shuanghua staring at the door.

Wen Yuxi called out, "Shuanghua, let's go."

Shuanghua pointed inside the house and said, "My Lord, there seems to be a sound inside."

Wen Yuxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Your eldest son is in there, so of course there will be noise."

"But, I thought he was asleep." Shuanghua looked at him in confusion.

Wen Yuxi pointed at the grape trellises in the courtyard that were rustling in the wind and said, "See? It's the wind. You heard it wrong."

Shuanghua rolled her eyes: "Yes, Lord, I heard it wrong."

"Shuanghua, do you know when the eldest young master entered the room?"

"The eldest young master has been in for half an hour."

Wen Yuxi patted her head and laughed: "So, you believe it this time."

This time, Shuanghua didn't say a word and followed Wen Yuxi closely.

After walking for a while, Shuanghua suddenly thought of something and quickened her pace and walked up to Wen Yuxi.

"My Lord, just now you blamed me for spending money recklessly."

Wen Yuxi nodded: "Well, a little bit, mainly because I, your Lordship, already have enough clothes, and I'm handsome, so I don't need to get more clothes, otherwise I'll be scolded when I go out."

"Why is this?" Shuanghua was puzzled.

"Of course being too handsome will attract jealousy." Wen Yuxi joked with a smile.

"But the person who delivered the clothes said that it was ordered by the eldest son."

What?

Wen Yuxi suddenly stopped and said, "Young Master? Why is this happening?"

"I don't know either. The eldest master doesn't usually care about these things. I've never seen him treat you like this before. Perhaps the Marquis has become a better person, and the eldest master wants to care about you."

"Do you know when it was decided?"

"Um...."

Shuanghua thought for a moment before saying, "About two months ago. The errand boy said that because they were short of a certain type of fabric, the delivery was delayed by half a month. He asked the boss to forgive him and also brought the money he was refunded for the delay."

Two months ago?

I hadn't crossed over yet at that time.

"Okay, I'll send the returned money back to the eldest master later."

After the old marquis died, Wen Yuxi sealed off his father's residence and refused to let anyone in.

Naturally, there was no one cleaning inside, but there were servants cleaning outside the yard regularly.

Wen Yuxi's yard is in the front yard.

Compared with Wen Qianyi's courtyard, his was much simpler and more crude, and quite luxurious.

If Wen Qianyi's courtyard is compared to a B&B, then his residence can be said to be a five-star hotel.

Outside the door, there was nothing but some potted plants that I couldn't name.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but feel envious when she thought of Wen Qianyi's courtyard and the bamboo forest behind it.

But how could a man like him, a great general, endure poverty and loneliness?

The Wen family army under Wen Qianyi is regarded as a legend by the people of the Great Zhou. They have advanced weapons, strict tactics, iron will, and strong cohesion. Most importantly, they have a general like Wen Qianyi, a genius in both civil and military affairs, whose wisdom is almost demonic.

But what is regrettable is that such a talented person would also stumble one day.

His tendons and veins were broken, and he became a useless person.

As bright as flowers, and as bright as a shooting star, it suddenly stops.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but think of the lake blue robe he was wearing today, his hair tied up with a jade crown, his eyes like pools, and his forehead slightly furrowed.

He was quietly holding a book and reading it carefully, turning the page occasionally. The sunset glowing in the west, like a fiery cloud, was reflected on his jade-like face, which looked like it was painted with light rouge, making him look unparalleled.

For Wen Yuxi, his feelings towards Wen Qianyi were complicated. He was worried that his identity would be exposed and he would not be able to move around often, but he couldn't help but want to get close to him, follow him, and listen to him talk.

Wen Yuxi was secretly annoyed. Could it be that beauty was misleading?

Forget it, just let it be.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

There were three sets of clothes on the table in the room, all on trays.

There was also a sachet on one of the clothes, with a plum blossom embroidered on it. The embroidery was exquisite and looked very beautiful.

Wen Yuxi was a little curious and couldn't help but open it to take a look. There were some unknown things inside.

The fragrance is not strong, but there is a faint fragrance that wafts over from time to time.

Isn’t this the ancient version of perfume?

I remember when I was in college, there was a classmate in my class who was a butterfly. She dressed very exquisitely every day and also wore perfume.

But he could never get used to the smell of perfume and always felt it smelled weird.

I didn’t expect that this ancient spice is so natural, pollution-free and smells so good.

I'll ask Meixiang to make a few tomorrow and give them to Wen Qianyi. He will definitely like the taste.

Wen Yuxi looked at the exquisite sachet and liked it more and more, so she hung it around her waist.