Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

   Chapter 338 Wind and Snow

   Watching Madam Yazheng go away, Jiang Houer closed the door and returned to the inner room dejectedly. Jiang Erye rolled his eyes at him, "Speak up!"

"Yes, the villain should be beaten." Jiang Houer slapped himself twice, stood beside the second master and filled him with wine, opened his mouth a few times, but did not dare to say anything, and turned to Guo Jingping, " Second Master, Master Guo has not been able to get out of the Qianniuwei camp these two days. This morning, Master Nanxiong brought Laba porridge to our house. He said that Master Guo fell in the house the day before yesterday."

   Jiang Erye snorted, "Deserving it."

   Jiang Hou'er smiled, "Second Master, do you want to know how Master Guo fell?"

   "I don't want to." Jiang Erye drank the wine in his cup, stood up and walked out to Qingping River to have fun.

   Jiang Hou'er hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of the second master and said pitifully, "Second master, you have pity on the poor little ones. Tonight's cold wind is piercing, you are not afraid of your body, but the little ones can't stand it."

   Jiang Erye frowned, "Trash!"

   "Yes, the villain is incompetent, I'm very sorry for the second master." Jiang Hou'er dragged the second master back to his seat and said with a smile, "There are a few new musicians in the Yingshui Building, what is the second master thinking?"

   "Call them here." Jiang Erye just wanted to be lively now.

"Yes!" Jiang Hou'er ran out immediately. After a while, the shopkeeper of Yingshui Building led two female musicians and a middle-aged rapper. The three were neatly dressed and fair-skinned, which was in line with Jiang Erye. taste. The shopkeeper of the Yingshui Building nodded and said, "Second Master, these are two new drum verses that the musicians in our building have learned. Please give me a thumbs up."

Hearing that    was a new word, Jiang Erye reluctantly raised some interest and left the person behind. The music in the room sounded, and Jiang Hou'er went outside and told Jiang Bao, "You send someone to watch Mrs. Yazheng, and when she is about to leave, hurry up and report."

   Jiang Bao frowned, "Are you taking it too far?"

   "You listen to me, I know better than you the mind of the Lord."

   "I don't think you mean that."

   "It will be there soon." Jiang Hou'er dodged into the inner room, leaning on the wall behind the second master to listen to Guzi's words. The lyricist's voice is very good, the singing is delicate and free and easy, and it is very listenable, but this story is not what the second master likes, Jiang Hou'er beats the beat with his feet, secretly said that this is also good.

   Jiang Erye leaned on the soft couch and patiently listened to Guzi's words, said ok, and let the lyricist go out. Jiang Hou'er gave the second master a bowl of warm-up soup carefully prepared by the chef of Yingshuilou, and asked with a smile, "What do you think of the second master?"

   Jiang Erye snorted, "Go back and tell Uncle Hou, this kind of boring music must not be passed on to our mansion."

  The story of a rich man and a poor scholar is designed to fool little girls. He can't let his daughter listen to this kind of thing.

Jiang Hou'er knew that the second master would say this, and said with a smile, "The little girl next to the girl in the story is also a bit hateful. From the villain's view, it was she who fell in love with the scholar, and then pushed her girl and the scholar. Elopement, and when the girl and the scholar do well, she will become a concubine for the scholar."

   Jiang Erye narrowed his eyes, "It makes sense, I will reward you with a bowl of soup."

   "Thank you Second Master!" Jiang Hou'er immediately filled herself a big bowl and drank it in a few sips.

   Jiang Erye couldn't help thinking of his precious daughter when he saw his greedy appearance, "This soup is good, I will order three more cups to bring back to the mansion."

"Yes."

  Jiang Hou'er went out and ordered the kitchen to make soup. When Mrs. Yazheng paid the bill, he sent the soup into the carriage, ran back to the room and said to the second master, "Second master, the soup is ready, it's time for us to go back."

   Jiang Erye said lazily, "Which one said that Master wants to go back?"

Jiang Hou'er said with a smile, "The old lady and the third girl are tired today. It's time to wake up and have dinner, and they are busy again. If the second master sends the soup back, the old lady will definitely be happy, and the third girl is afraid. I was moved to tears."

   Jiang Erye thought for a while, but lost his interest in hanging out, "Go back to the house."

   When he walked out of the Yingshui Building, he realized that the sky was snowing. Thinking of how he and Chai four went out to the city to find plums in the snow two years ago, Jiang Erye held his cheeks and looked at the snowy sky outside the carriage, and suddenly felt melancholy.

  The carriage walked forward for a while, Jiang Houer pretended to be unexpectedly pointing out the window and said, "Second Master, look, isn't that Mrs. Yazheng!"

   Jiang Erye raised his eyes and looked over. Laba is also a festival, and snow falls, so there are very few people on the street. Yazheng and her little apprentice walk in the snow with support, not even holding an umbrella. She was wrapped in a thick cloak, but she still looked slender and pitiful in the wind and snow.

   Hearing the sound of hooves, the master and apprentice stopped by the side of the road and let the carriage pass first. At this moment, Mrs. Yazheng heard a familiar voice from the car.

   "Madame didn't come in a carriage?"

Mrs. Yazheng raised her head, only to feel that Jiang Erye was so beautiful in the snowy night that she was in a trance. She calmed down and said, "The driver is not feeling well, and it is not a few steps to Changmingfang, so the concubine let him go back first. Xue Ye The road is slippery, the second master has a long way to go home, please go ahead."

   Jiang Erye said, "I'll give you a ride."

   "Don't dare..."

   "Come up."

   Following Jiang Erye's voice, Jiang Hou'er had jumped out of the carriage and put on the bench, "Madam, the road is slippery in the snowy night, please get in the car."

   Mrs. Yazheng knew Jiang Erye's temper. If she refused to resign, he should be angry. She felt that she did not give him face, so she thanked her and took Xixia to the carriage. There was a charcoal brazier burning in the car, and the warm breath rushed toward her face. The snowflakes on Liao Yazheng's eyebrows turned into water droplets, and she took out the handkerchief and wiped it gently.

   Jiang Erye's eyes moved from the brazier to Yazheng. Under the firelight, her brows, which had never eaten human fireworks, added a few warm colors, which were a bit moving.

When   Ya was raising his eyes, Jiang Erye pretended to inadvertently opened his eyes and carefully studied the door curtain that was constantly knocked by the wind and snow. Mrs. Yazheng, who wanted to thank her again, didn't want to disturb the second master's Yaxing, so she lowered her head and quietly stretched her feet to the side of the charcoal brazier to warm her toes that were about to freeze. The driver suddenly had a stomach upset, which caught her off guard, so she stepped into the ice and snow with soft-soled shoes. Fortunately, I met Second Master Jiang, otherwise her feet would have been frostbitten if she walked back like this.

  Er Ye Jiang stared at the door curtain, but he also noticed Yazheng's every move, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the grey cloth-soled Luohan shoes she was wearing. As a woman, she didn't wear beautiful embroidered shoes, she actually stepped on the shoes of a monk, and she also wore a dress in the style of a female crown. Is this her nature, or is it necessary to make people feel that she is solemn?

   Thinking of this, Erye Jiang's heart suddenly tightened. It is not easy for Yazheng, perhaps more than others have seen. That's it, she still lives with her back straight and hard. How much wind and snow must she have to go through to hone such a tough temperament?

After   , how many snowstorms will she experience, and what will she look like?

   Thanks to Shi Gandangdang, Niangkou Sansan, winnertrue1, liwen and other book friends for their rewards.

   This book has more than 300 chapters since the beginning, and this is the first time some sensational scenes have been taken. As a writer of romance novels, I am actually a little handicapped... ashamed.

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