Jiutang held an umbrella and stood beside the carriage with Jiuge.
The heavy snow covered a small part of the wheels, the sky was dark, and the flying snow became like dust.
"I'm going back." Jiuge said softly.
Jiutang looked at Xia Zhaoxue's figure. In the heavy snow, he seemed to be frozen there, with a slender look.
Jiutang shook his head and said, "Wait a little longer."
"If you go back later, Madam will be blamed," Jiuge said. "Madam is blaming us, not the Crown Prince."
"Well," Jiutang nodded invisibly and said, "Just wait a little longer, Young Master rarely shows his emotions."
When Jiuge heard this, he sighed and said, "Then, let's wait a little longer."
After a long time, Xia Zhaoxue finally turned around, and Jiutang hurriedly opened his umbrella to greet him: "Young Master."
Xia Zhaoxue took off his half-covered hood, and the frost and snow slid back. He looked at Jiu Ge who was standing next to the carriage and said, "Why don't you get into the carriage."
"Because I didn't know that Young Master would have to stand there for so long..." Jiutang followed slowly and whispered.
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoxue responded and said nothing more.
He walked very slowly, his head slightly lowered under the umbrella. The old man was not as tall as him, so he had to raise his arms to shield him from the wind and snow.
The carriage had been pulled out of the snow by Jiu Ge. Before getting on the carriage, Xia Zhaoxue looked back at the square behind him. There was heavy snow, and Jiang's figure could no longer be seen clearly.
"Sir." Jiutang urged in a low voice.
"Well," Xia Zhaoxue looked back, paused, and looked at the old hall, "Do you know when the Tao family was brought into the palace?"
Jiutang shook his head: "I don't know."
"Do you know?" Xia Zhaoxue looked at Jiuge.
"I was with Jiu Tang, and I didn't know either." Jiuge replied.
Xia Zhaoxue nodded with a gentle expression: "Yes."
After getting on the carriage, the old hall lowered the curtain, and at this moment, the sound of horses seemed to be honking in the distance.
Jiutang and Jiuge looked up.
A horse galloped towards them, the sound of hoofbeats trampling through the frost and snow. Immediately behind them was a young man, dressed in fine clothes. He was in front of them in a blink of an eye. As he passed by, he met Jiu Tang's eyes.
Song Qingtang frowned and suddenly reined in his horse. The galloping horse suddenly stood upright, causing a burst of flying snow to rise.
Jiu Tang and Jiu Ge felt nervous and recognized that the young man's attire was the official uniform of a military general.
"Who are you?" Song Qingtang asked.
The old man said respectfully: "When I return to the official position, my family lives on Huiyang Street, and my wife has opened a cloth shop."
"Who is sitting in the carriage?"
"It's my wife," Jiutang said. "My young master was in the army and was killed by Tao Lan. His body was silent and we don't know where he was buried. Now that I heard that someone from the Tao family has died, my wife wants to come over no matter how bad the storm is.
Have a look."
Song Qingtang paused for a moment, feeling bitterness in his throat. He nodded and said, "My condolences."
"Thank you, sir." Jiutang smiled.
"Have you been here for a long time?" Song Qingtang added, "Have you ever seen a little girl, about ten years old?"
"Girl?" Jiu Tang shook his head, "I didn't see it."
"Then," Song Qingtang recalled briefly, "have you seen two men who are tall and strong as bears, with scars on their faces and black faces, in their thirties."
"No, Guan Ye." Jiutang replied.
"Okay," Song Qingtang said, "then go back quickly and say goodbye."
After saying that, he raised his whip and drove the horse away.
Jiutang and Jiuge didn't dare to stay any longer, so they also got on the carriage and left.
When the carriage turned around, the curtains were lifted from the inside, and they watched the young man running towards the guards on the other side of the square.
I haven't seen him for a few years. The little thorny head who once dominated the streets has become a tall and strong official.
Xia Zhaoxue, a teenage girl, frowned lightly. Is she Ah Li?
Thinking of this girl, Xia Zhaoxue thought for a moment, lowered his hands, looked forward, and said: "The old hall."
The old hall opened the curtain and looked out from the corner: "Young Master."
"I'm not going to Qili Bridge," Xia Zhaoxue said, "I'm going to Zuixian Tower."
Jiutang was stunned: "Young Master, are you not going home?"
The word "go home" caused Xia Zhaoxue's expression to change slightly, and a wave of self-mockery welled up in his heart.
When did Qiluyuan become his home in the eyes of everyone around him?
"I'm not going back," Xia Zhaoxue said, "go to Zuixian Tower."
Jiu Tang hesitated a little, knowing that he shouldn't say it, but he had to say: "Master, if you go to Zuixian Tower, then Madam's place..."
"Go to Zuixian Tower." Xia Zhaoxue said, looking at him all the time.
Jiu Tang raised his eyebrows, sighed finally, and nodded: "Okay, young master, let's go to Zuixian Tower."
Putting down the car curtain, Jiutang turned around and Jiuge said in a very low voice: "Are you really going to Zuixian Tower?"
As he said that, he made a gesture, suggesting that he could go back to Qiluyuan directly.
Jiu Tang rolled his eyes at him, took the reins from his hand, and said in the same low voice: "Let's go to Zuixian Tower."
Jiuge is timid, he needs to be a little older. Besides, even if the wife really blames him, Jiutang feels that there is no need to be afraid, the young master will protect them.
Moreover, this time we went to Zuixian Tower. In addition to the young master who could protect them, Mr. Yang from Zuixian Tower would also speak for them.
As the carriage drove forward, the flying snow came towards them. Jiutang stared at the coming heavy snow in a daze, recalling the look in the young master's eyes just now, he really felt that he was so pitiful.
This pity is different from the pity when the accident first occurred.
When the accident first happened, although Duke Dingguo's palace was gone, the young master was surrounded by friends, and everyone was trying their best to protect him and plan for him. At that time, the young master had no intention of survival, so everyone took turns to protect him and accompany him silently.
But now, the feeling has completely changed. Jiutang doesn't know if it is right to use the word "poor" to describe the young master. But when he has been with the young master all year round, he feels more and more that most of the people around the young master are taking advantage of him.
Him, play with him.
Including, the title that the young master dislikes the most.
He asked others to stop calling him "Prince", but no one around him changed his name. The old church couldn't bear it, so he changed his name to "Youngzi", but was scolded by Mrs. Yan.
"Calling him Prince is to make him remember the pain on his body." This is what Mrs. Yan said.
But when the old hall screamed, he was still used to calling him "gongzi".
The young master was smart and could not notice the changes in the people around him, but he said nothing and never showed any dissatisfaction.
In the past two years, he has never been angry or laughed. He has been sick and lifeless most of the time. The only thing that makes him feel alive is that he eats Fangchenlou once a month because he is not particular about food and clothing.
Ten-flavored pork ribs and freshly flavored Baihua cake.
Now that the young master wants to go to Zuixianlou, Jiutang feels that he has to obey him. After all, this is a "want" he rarely mentions besides the two kinds of food.
Moreover, today is a good day after all. The mother of that woman who has done many evil things is considered dead.
This chapter has been completed!