The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Afternoon.

Although the wind has weakened a lot, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and a thin layer has already accumulated on the ground.

The muddy water underneath was never frozen, and it was slippery and slippery as if two skins were stepped on.

Therefore, Xing Xiuyan is cautious in every step, lest he stain the crane cloak on his body. This is good for Xiren. It is said that after Mrs. Wang's appreciation, the Communist Party did not go through it a few times.

Hearing Jia Baoyu's remarks, Xing Xiuyan wanted to refuse.

It's just that Baoyu's constant entanglement, how can she tolerate her resignation?

Ah~

Although she is generous, but thinking about the maid beside Baoyu, who can receive such a generous gift from Mrs. Wang, her aunt is...

Slap~

Just as she was chilling, Jia Xichun suddenly stomped her foot beside her, and the mud splashed everywhere.

Xing Xiuyan hurriedly moved two steps. Seeing Jia Xichun's face was full of indignation, he couldn't help but said, "Who are you talking to again?"

At first, because Mrs. Xing was unwilling to pay an extra fee, she insisted on collaborating and arranged Xing Xiuyan in Jia Xichun's Nuanxiangwu.

The two usually get along well, but this Jia Xichun, as a lady of Ningguo Mansion, has been fostered in Rongguo Mansion since childhood. She has long been lonely and widowed, and often shows some inhumanity. Xing Xiuyan could only endure it secretly.

Jia Xichun listened to her question, glanced back towards Daoxiang Village, and sneered: "This hero built of bones, I really can't praise my sister for going to Lu Xueguang tomorrow, so I just said that I was caught in the wind and cold."

After that, regardless of whether Xing Xiuyan agreed or not, he sullenly walked forward.

It turned out to be for this!

Xing Xiuyan looked at her back for a long time, not laughing or crying.

At this young age, Jia Xichun had always respected and respected the Buddha, and he was born with a ‘bodhisattva heart’, and most of all, he did not see the killing.

Just when Sun Shaozong said that the fire burned the city for three days, when thousands of floating corpses of barbarians blocked the lake, Xing Xiuyan realized that she looked a little wrong, but she never thought she would be so annoyed.

Ah~

I don't usually see her pity the maid around her, but she is overwhelmingly compassionate to the barbarians thousands of miles away.

Xing Xiuyan sighed helplessly, and could only rush to catch up on the premise of ensuring safety as much as possible.

The two of them arrived at Nuanxiangwu, but saw that the maid was greeted from under the gallery as she entered the painting, holding a large cloak of wool in her hands.

Xichun was immersed in feelings of compassion for the world. Seeing that she came out with another piece of woolen clothes, she said: "The cloak that I changed this morning, what else is there to do with this one? That is, there is nothing missing at home. There is no such thing as ruining things!"

When I entered the painting, I heard that the tone was wrong, and he hurriedly broke his spine to 75 degrees, cautiously said: "Girl, this clothes is just sent by the big lady..."

"Sister-in-law sent it?"

"No, no, it's the eldest lady in this mansion."

After that, the painting raised his head and glanced at Xing Xiuyan, and said: "Said it was for Miss Xing?"

"Ms. Xing sent clothes to Sister Xing?"

Jia Xichun's eyes widened and couldn't help but blurt out: "It's not the sun from the west..."

Halfway through the conversation, she realized that it was not right. This was originally sent to others, so how could she be wronged by the elders?

So he hurriedly swallowed the end of the sound, and changed his words: "Since the eldest wife gave it to Sister Xing, then you should send it to Sister Xing in the house, why don't you have to do anything outside?"

After speaking, he went into the hall of his own accord.

"It was just delivered..."

After entering the painting to follow up and trying to explain a few words, the door closed tightly with a bang, and the sound of chanting was heard again within a short time.

The aggrieved person in the painting flattened his mouth, turned around and asked Xing Xiuyan: "Who is this girl with?"

"If you ask so much about what you are doing, it's not you or me."

Xing Xiuyan stretched his hands helplessly, then pulled the painting to the corner, and asked about the origin of the wool cloak. Not only Jia Xichun found it incredible, she also couldn't believe that her aunt would suddenly become so kind.

Just listen to the painting: "Listen to Qiutong, this clothes was sent by the second girl, and indicated that his wife would transfer it to you, or else..."

Second girl?

Jia Yingchun, who has been married to the Sun family?

The last time she went back to her family’s house, the two of them didn’t say a few words, but they never thought she still remembered...

wrong!

How does this Yingchun sister know that she doesn't have thick clothes to wear?

In the end, Xing Xiuyan was a thorough thinking, and only after a little pondering, he realized that Sun Shaozong was the only one who knew his predicament and was convenient to act in the name of Jia Yingchun.

Thinking of this, Xing Xiuyan subconsciously took the clothes in his hands, gently stroked a few times, and felt a warmth reaching the bottom of his heart.

What moved her was not only the dress itself, but also Sun Shaozong's delicate and considerate style of acting hidden behind the scenes.

In the name of Jia Yingchun, he didn't ask for anything in return; instead of giving it to himself directly, but letting Mrs. Xing take care of it first, so that she would not give birth to opinions, it would be considerate of her own embarrassment.

The young hero is heroic, yet so considerate...

It's no wonder that sister Miaoyu has been repairing for more than ten years, but she still moved everyone's heart for him.

at the same time……

In the front yard room

"Ahee, Ahee!"

Sun Shaozong sneezed two big sneezes, rubbed his nose and laughed at himself: "When I don't wear a cloak, I'm fine. Whoever wants to put it on will be unbearable."

In fact, he used to look for Zhang Cheng in the front yard, mainly because he wanted Zhang Chenghui to go and ask for a big warm clothes to come back. After all, he had already made up his mind and would not return until tomorrow.

As for Xing Xiuyan, it's just a favor.

"Don't catch the wind and cold?"

Ping'er said, stepping out and saying: "I'll go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of **** soup to warm you up."

"Don't don't!"

Sun Shaozong hurriedly caught up to her and grabbed her, jokingly said: "Since you are all here, why do you still drink that stuff? As long as you sweat, this body will become transparent."

"Pooh!"

Ping'er blushed and sipped, struggling: "This blue sky and white day..."

"How can it be blue sky and white sun? I obviously brought a gift here..."

This treacherous ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seemed to be whipped in advance, to ask the imposter if it was Wang Xifeng, but suddenly heard someone banging at the door.

Who is so indifferent?

It is said that everyone in Rongguo Mansion knows that Ping'er will be his own person sooner or later. It is so easy to'reunite' after two years. How can anyone dare to come to disturb him?

Sun Shaozong walked into the courtyard with a calm face, waiting to ask who was outside the Mingmen, and then heard the smashing door shout: "My lord, something has happened! Zhang An was innocent after drinking, and he accidentally killed his own uncle. Now he has been turned away Daxing County Office!"

"what?!"

The Qi Nian in Sun Shaozong's mind suddenly disappeared. He hurried a few steps to the door, pulled off the latch, and took the opportunity to lift Wang Zhen outside the door into the air, and asked: "Zhang An has always been stable, how can he do this? What a silly thing?!"

[Recently so decadent, I have to put some pressure on myself to establish a letter as a basis, and I will resume double updates tomorrow, with at least 5,000 words as the base! 】

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