It was dry and cold in Beijing in November. A gust of north wind blew through, and snow particles seemed to fall down.
"Are you coming? Are you coming?"
Mrs. Qin, who was guarding the stove, looked at the maid who walked through the door and asked hurriedly.
The servant girl smiled and said nothing. She took out a letter from her sleeve and shook it.
Mrs. Qin smiled and stretched out her hand.
While the master and servant were chatting and laughing, Minister Qin came out of the room, glanced at the letter in the servant's book, and frowned slightly.
"Don't always use the government's urgent mail to send these irrelevant things." He said.
Mrs. Qin took the letter with a smile and said yes.
But it was obvious that she didn't take her words seriously, nor did Shi Qin take them seriously.
"I've been saying it for so long, it's time for some news to come back..." Mrs. Qin and the maid continued.
Minister Qin shook his head and stepped out of the hall. He saw Thirteenth Master Qin walking towards him. He was only wearing ordinary clothes, no hat or cloak. Snow particles were already falling very fast, and they were falling on his head and body.
"Father, are you going to the official hall?" Qin Shisanlang asked with a salute.
Qin Shitou nodded and frowned again.
"What's the rush?" he said displeased.
Qin Thirteenth Lang knew that he was blaming himself for not putting on any clothes when he went out. He smiled and bowed in response, and watched Qin Shihuan go away with an umbrella.
"Mother."
Qin Shisanlang walked in the door and saw Mrs. Qin holding a letter to open.
Seeing him come in, Mrs. Qin put the letter in her hand away, sat upright and smiled.
"Whose house are we going to today?" she said to the maid, "It's getting late. Pack up and go out early. Don't keep people waiting for me."
The servant girl responded with a smile, and Qin Shisanlang sat down and smiled without saying anything.
"Thirteen, do you want to go with your mother? It's boring to stay at home and study all day." Mrs. Qin looked at him with a smile and said.
"So mother, tell me something interesting quickly." Qin Shisanlang said.
"I'm not good at telling jokes, so I won't tell them anymore. There's nothing interesting..." Mrs. Qin said with a smile. Before she could finish her words, Qin Shisanlang suddenly reached out and grabbed the letter in front of her.
Mrs. Qin smiled and tried to grab it, but she was too quick to snatch it away from her son.
"Do you dare to look at it?" she asked with a bit of a smile, "I don't know what kind of reply someone will give."
Qin Shisanlang laughed.
"What have I ever been afraid of about your son?" He smiled and shook the letter open, not to mention the ending that he had already guessed.
…..The second wife of the Cheng family has already agreed, but they don’t know yet how Mrs. Cheng is doing. I guess she hasn’t had the chance to ask yet…
Huh? That’s not the ending you guessed?
Qin Thirteenth Lang continued his gaze.
Mrs. Qin took the tea from the servant, leaned on the table, and looked at her son with a smile. Ever since she got better, she didn't know if it was because of her good mood. Her son, who was already very handsome, became even more outstanding. Seventeen
He seems to have grown a lot taller at this age.
Mrs. Qin slowly turned the tea bowl and watched the expression on her son's face change.
First his long eyebrows were slightly raised, then his eyes were smiling, and soon his face darkened again, as if he was slightly angry. In the next moment, he smiled with a bit of understanding. At the end, his smile became stronger, but at the end, his expression was different.
There was a bit of pity and sadness, and as I turned the page, I let out an inaudible sigh.
My son has lived for so many years, but this is the first time he has seen such a rich expression on his face.
It turns out that laughter does not mean true happiness, but the ability to cry, laugh, be sad, sad, worry and hate is true happiness.
"Mother."
Qin Shisanlang's shout brought Mrs. Qin back to her senses.
Mrs. Qin looked at him with a smile.
"Mother, you must not tell anyone about this." Qin Shisanlang shook the letter in his hand and said, looking a little solemn.
"Ah? Did she do something shameful?" Mrs. Qin asked in surprise, stretching out her hand.
Qin Shisanlang handed the letter to her.
"It's not that she's shameful. What she does is well-founded and she's not afraid of people knowing about it." He said and exhaled, "It's just that there are many stupid people in the world. Although she is not wrong, it makes people unhappy."
Mrs. Qin smiled.
"Does she care whether others like it or not?" she laughed.
"No one doesn't care." Qin Shisanlang said, looking at his mother and smiling, reaching out and patting his heart, "Mom, I know, it's just that I have to not care."
Mrs. Qin felt her eyes sore, why did this child talk...
She raised her hand to drink tea and waved it away.
The letter fell steadily and accurately into the brazier beside it, and soon smouldered, sparking and turning into ashes.
"Mom, you haven't seen it yet." Qin Shisanlang was a little surprised.
"There's nothing I want to see," Mrs. Qin said, "I just want to ask about the marriage, and other things have nothing to do with me, so I won't bother."
Qin Shisanlang smiled and bowed, bowing before leaving.
Seeing Thirteenth Qin Lang retreating, Mrs. Qin stopped smiling and sighed.
"Madam, it seems that the Thirteenth Young Master is really interested in Mrs. Cheng," the maid said.
"That was the person who pulled him out of the dry well and found a new world. Who else could be careless?" Mrs. Qin said, "What's more, that lady is really interesting. I have never seen him before. She is completely different from other people's little ladies.
, let alone a young youngster, even I want to stay by my side."
Is it interesting? The maid secretly wondered in her heart, what's so interesting about being so cold and aloof and refusing to talk to others?
"But that lady's rules..." she said.
"Rules are dead, people are alive, you have to try it." Mrs. Qin said, drinking the tea in one gulp.
When Qin Shisanlang came to Yudai Bridge, the snow particles had turned into flakes and were flying on the ground, trees and bridge.
Seeing Qin Shisanlang reining in the reins, the young man also hurriedly reined in the reins and followed him around a few times, but saw no movement from the young master.
"Sir, Miss Banqin must be in the store at this time." He couldn't help but remind him.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of carriages and horses behind him, and a female voice.
"Thirteenth Young Master, are you looking for me?"
Qin Thirteenth Lang did not dismount and looked at the maid who got off the car.
"Come back so early? Are you lazy now that your wife is away?" He smiled.
The maid smiled and was about to speak when she saw another person getting out of the car in a panic.
Because of panic or short legs, he fell to the ground.
Qin Shisanlang looked over and saw a girl of about ten years old, her head lowered timidly.
Is she a new girl?
"Why did you get down here?" the maid asked, reaching out to help her, "I didn't mean to ask the car to take you back."
"No, no need, sister Banqin, you are home, I can just go back by myself." The girl lowered her head and said.
"It's snowing," the maid said.
"It's okay, it's okay." The girl bowed her head and saluted repeatedly.
Seeing that Thirteenth Qin was curious, the maid smiled and spread her hands helplessly.
"I went to visit Mr. Shiro in the academy outside the city. This little girl is from our hometown, and I also went to visit Mr. Shiro. I saw it was snowing, so I took her back," she said.
Qin Shisanlang said oh, Cheng Silang. He glanced at the girl one more time. The girl was also looking up at him quietly. When their eyes collided, he was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and ran away like a rabbit.
Qin Shisanlang laughed.
"Am I that scary?" he laughed.
As he glanced at the girl who was running away, he saw the little figure running away along the street.
"Whose family does this little girl belong to?" he couldn't help but ask.
The maid looked back and shook her head.
"I didn't ask," she said. "Silangjun only said that she was abducted and trafficked to the capital, and who knows where she became a girl."
I didn't bother to talk about these unimportant things and looked at Qin Langjun.
"Thirteenth Young Master, what's wrong with my wife?"
"It's nothing. It's just that your wife is spending a lot of money. I guess you have to send some money in advance." Qin Shisanlang said with a smile.
The maid breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.
"We agreed that the dividends would be distributed at the end of the year, so how can we give them away now," she said, "Don't worry, my wife will be fine if she needs anything, let alone money."
Qin Shisanlang laughed and turned the horse's head.
Watching Qin Langjun ride away and the maid also enter the house, Chun Ling, who was hiding in the corner of the street, leaned out. There was no trace of fear or fright on her face. She turned around and walked slowly down the street.
At this time, in the northwest area outside Jiangzhou Mansion, two carriages and ten guards were galloping.
The north wind blew the car curtains, and a woman opened them and poked her head out.
"Brother, you see it's a bad day, why don't you find a place to rest early." She said with some caution.
The guard on horseback shook his head.
"Don't worry, the lady has her own arrangements," he said.
The two women couldn't help but glance at the carriage in front of them.
This lady really has her own plans.
That day, she suddenly walked out and asked a child what interesting places were near Jiangzhou Prefecture. The child casually mentioned Lujiao Mountain, and the lady actually hired a carriage and horses to go out the next day.
Banqin and the steward couldn't leave and couldn't follow them. They hurriedly asked Cheng Ji to pick out two women from the south. After a brief explanation, they put them in the car and went out together.
The wind was blowing hard, with snowflakes faintly mixed in. The two women hurriedly retreated into the car.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the car and it was covered with thick mats. Although the two women touched it all the way, they couldn't help but touch it again and again.
"It's a pity that such good cloth is used as a mat. It would be warm and nice to wear as a coat," one said with a tut.
"What do you know? Rich people are like this. Have you forgotten that they said Mrs. Cheng's toilets are all inlaid with gold and silver." Another said, picking up the kettle on the small table and pouring tea, squinting.
Take a few bites and enjoy sipping in small sips.
"Stop drinking. It's embarrassing to keep relieving yourself." He smiled and patted her first.
The two women laughed together.
"Oh, it would be great if I could always find a job with this lady."
The two of them lay in the car, looked at the roof of the car and sighed.
After living for so long, they enjoy the most when going out with this lady.
The carriage walked for a while and stopped. The two women hurriedly got up and raised the curtains, and saw that they had entered a small town. It was approaching evening, there was wind and snow again, and the street was very quiet, with occasional pedestrians passing by in a hurry.
At this time, their car parked in front of an inn, and several shopkeepers were welcoming them out warmly.
They were going to live here. Although this lady basically didn't need them to be close to her to serve her, she still had to have the proper attitude. The two women got out of the car and stood in front of Cheng Jiaoniang's car.
"Madam, get out of the car," they said.
A hand stretched out from inside the car and lifted the curtain. The two women hurriedly lowered their heads and extended their hands like the servants of the Cheng family they had seen before.
However, no one held their hands. The woman got out of the car by herself, her gold-woven cloak swayed in front of her eyes, and she swayed inward. (To be continued)
