Xi Lanting was dissatisfied with Yun Qiao instructing him to do work, frowned and left.
Yun Qiao lifted the quilt and was neatly dressed.
She asked Xi Lanting: "How did you come in from the balcony? Didn't the servants see you? Did you climb over the wall?"
"What question do you want to know?" Xi Lanting asked.
Yun Qiao: "..."
This is her room, and she is the owner. Why is she being questioned like this?
She was too used to Uncle Qi.
"Uncle Qi, sit down." Yun Qiao pointed to the sofa by the window and went to get the thermos, "There is no hot water, so I can't make tea for you."
Xi Lanting: "I'm not here to drink tea. What's wrong with you?"
Yun Qiao said truthfully: "There is nothing uncomfortable. You have too many families, and the New Year's Eve dinner is just like this. It tastes bland and not as delicious as the clear soup noodles cooked by Jingxin. After dinner, I just listen to the opera, and everyone is tired of it.
Very boring."
New Year's Eve is a big pot meal.
There are hundreds of people in the Xi family, big and small, and second-class masters. The big pot of rice has to cater to everyone's taste, which is really not good.
As for the opera, Yun Qiao was not elegant and had no interest in listening to the opera.
Xi Lanting lowered his eyes slightly.
It was already dusk, the light in the room was even dimmer, and it was snowing outside. His expression was hidden in it, making it a bit hard to see clearly.
"You have to eat," he said. "Whether it tastes good or not, it's not good to be alone during the Chinese New Year. Your grandma may not feel good if she wants you to spend the Chinese New Year alone."
Yun Qiao's heart tightened.
Xi Lanting added: "The Jiang brothers and sisters have also come over. I am usually the most noisy, and I have to go to a party. Aren't I afraid that others will worry about me?"
The more he spoke, the more ashamed Yun Qiao felt.
In any case, she has been a life-saving grace to Governor Xi. If she doesn't go during the Chinese New Year, the old lady, the Governor and the Governor's wife will definitely ask questions.
Yun Qiao could only say: "Uncle Qi, you go ahead. I will change my clothes and come right away. We haven't eaten yet."
Xi Lanting nodded.
He went to open the balcony door.
Yun Qiao reminded him: "Take the stairs. It's slippery in the snow, so don't slip and fall."
After hearing this, Xi Lanting actually nodded and agreed.
When he went downstairs, the servants who were warming themselves by the fire in the living room were stunned.
Several people were stunned and looked at him, forgetting to say hello.
The servants were afraid of the cold wind and closed the door. No one saw how Xi Lanting came in. They were all stunned at this moment, too shocked, and no one got up to open the door.
Therefore, when Xi Lanting opened the door and walked out, the servants were hit by the cold wind, and it was like waking up from a dream.
"...Just now, was it Master Qi?"
"Why did Master Qi come to our place?"
"We have been in the living room all the time. When did Master Qi come? I didn't see it."
No one saw it.
After a while, Yun Qiao also went downstairs and changed into a peach-pink tapestry cloak. The tapestry fabric was expensive, gorgeous, and had a magnificent brocade feel.
Yun Qiao was dressed in gorgeous clothes and showed even more magnanimity. She walked out with a perfect demeanor.
The servants looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
"It seems that Master Qi really likes our Miss Yun Qiao."
When they mentioned Yun Qiao again, they deliberately wanted to get closer to Yun Qiao.
Being able to win the respect of Master Qi means that Yun Qiao is extremely noble in the entire Yan City. If the servants gain her favor, they will have a bright future. Who doesn't want this opportunity?
Yun Qiao walked out of the fourth room and saw Xi Lanting not far away.
He stood under the tree and smoked.
There is white snow at his feet, and there are bursts of light mist in front of him. He is also dressed in white, and his profile is as delicate as if it were carved by meditation. He stands still like a snow god descending from the earth, which makes him feel unreal.
Yun Qiao stepped forward.
Xi Lanting put out his cigarette and took her hand: "Let's go."
Yun Qiao thought of those nightmares, wondering if they were warnings. In short, it was not a good thing to be too close to Xi Lanting. Her instinct had reminded her over and over again.
Therefore, she called out to Uncle Qi in a low voice and withdrew her hand.