Finally, under the strong request of the concierge, Jiang Wu took the carriage provided by the concierge and took her directly to the gate of Fusi, Beizhen.
In fact, she didn't know who she was looking for. Today was New Year's Eve, and everyone should be reunited with their relatives. Whether it was Fu Heng, Zhou Xianen, or Ning Lu, they should not be in Beizhen Fusi now.
After getting off the carriage, she still gave the coachman a tael of silver. Although the coachman belonged to Pingxuanhou Mansion, it was freezing cold and he was asked to work without even giving any benefits. Jiang Wu was not like this.
Harsh, the groom was flattered, took the money and thanked him profusely.
Jiang Wu said: "It's cold outside, go find a restaurant and drink some wine to warm yourself up."
I don't know when the snow started to fall. There is already a thin layer on the ground, and there is a faint "crunching" sound when you step on it.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, every house is busy, but there are no people on the street. If some people's homes are better off, they will hang up red lanterns, and the red candlelight reflects the white snow, which is a rare beauty.
At the gate of Fusi, Beizhen, no one dares to play here during the day, but it is different at night. Groups of children light firecrackers together, and the sound of "cracking" can be heard far away.
Jiang Wu looked at the children running past quickly, and finally felt a little like the New Year in his heart.
When the guard at the gate of Fusi in Beizhen saw that a woman was coming at such a late hour, Jiang Wu showed her a widower's sign, and the guard let her in.
I don't know if I will meet anyone I know later. If I can't meet anyone, I will have to leave disappointed.
She walked forward and unknowingly arrived at the door of Fu Heng's study.
She had discussed the case with Fu Heng here before, but if it was a private matter, she had never been here.
It was dark at night, but unexpectedly, there was light in the study.
Jiang Wu couldn't tell what she was feeling. She knocked on the door, but there was no response, so she opened it by herself.
It turned out that Fu Heng's study was not as big as it seemed at first glance, but a cave of its own. There was a corner behind the bookshelf in the study, and the faint light came from the corner.
There are four screens in front and back, neither big nor small. There is a low mahogany table in the middle. There is a small stove on the side of the table, with red charcoal underneath. At this time, a pot of wine is warming on the small stove. Fu Heng is sitting next to him.
Facing her, he was leaning over to pour himself a drink.
Today he is wearing an apricot-white silk satin robe, gold-soled boots, and only a long hairpin is inserted sideways into his crow-feather-like black hair. Under the light of the fire, his eyes are bright, he is a gentleman, and he is unparalleledly handsome.
Jiang Wu looked at him and thought of a poem for no reason - He once whipped a famous horse because he was drunk, but he was afraid that love would tire a beautiful woman.
If Fu Heng often dresses like this, then sooner or later he will probably become the dream girl of a girl in the capital one day.
Jiang Wuchu was there and softly called out: "Sir."
Fu Heng knew it was her when he heard the footsteps, so he was not surprised. He tilted his head slightly and filled the wine glass: "Sit down."
Under the candlelight, he was no longer as cold as before, and even smiled with a bit of warmth, "Why are you here today?"
Jiang Wu came over and sat down next to him. She stretched out her hand close to the stove and grilled herself. She didn't feel too cold outside just now, but now that she was indoors, she felt that the wind was biting. She
He touched his cold cheek with his warmed hands and said slowly: "On New Year's Eve, why aren't you in the eldest princess's mansion? Or, I heard that there is a palace banquet in the palace today."
Fu Heng said calmly: "My father and mother have gone, so I don't need to go anymore."
Jiang Wu said "Oh", but couldn't help but remember that in modern times, some parents would leave their children to play at home when they went out. Fu Heng is no different from those children who were left at home by their parents.
But... "Sir, why are you drinking here alone?" Jiang Wu asked, cupping his chin.
Fu Heng raised his eyebrows: "Who said it was one person? Isn't there another one?" After saying that, he pointed to the dark place over there, and saw a white cat holding... a cloak in its mouth, with a graceful figure.
He trotted over and rubbed against Jiang Wu's feet.
Jiang Wu:……
Fu Heng:......
Jiang Wu touched the kitten's head: "If I get rich, I don't expect to get rich from you, but I think prodigal behavior is not very good, what do you think?"
The white cat obviously couldn't understand human speech. It bit its cloak and made a "whoosh" sound in its throat.
Fu Heng was not as polite as Jiang Wu. He directly picked up the scruff of the kitten's fate, and the kitten could only put down the cloak with a whimper.
"You just said, what's its name?" Fu Heng held the cat and stared at it with its big eyes and small eyes.
Jiang Wu casually grabbed a handful of dried fruits on the small table and threw it into his mouth, saying: "The name I gave it seems to be called getting rich, or it seems to be called getting rich. I have forgotten it, but from today on, I decided to call it
Make a fortune."
The kitten seemed to understand. It definitely didn't want to be given such a crude name, so it wailed in defiance of fate: "Mi~"
Fu Heng said lightly: "I don't know if you can make a fortune from it, but I know that it ruined another one of my cloaks."
Jiang Wu followed his gaze and looked at the ground. Good guy, the edges of the cloak have been bitten.
She blinked and remembered the five Fu Heng cloaks in her room, and realized deeply that she and Fa Cai, the master's favorite, were both born with cloaks that could defeat Fu Heng...
She said seriously: "Sir, after thinking about it, I feel that we should not stick to these nihilistic things. Let's stay with you to get rich first. After all... I don't have so many cloaks, hahahaha."
Fu Heng was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore and poured wine for himself. Jiang Wu looked hot and said she wanted to drink too. Fu Heng said: "You are a little girl, what wine should you drink?"
Jiang Wu said confidently: "Why can't the little girl stop drinking? Besides, Sir, you are here, why should I worry?"
After hearing this, Fu Heng felt better even though he didn't want to admit it.
Jiang Wu saw that his attitude had relaxed, so he curved his lips and said obediently: "My lord, just give me a sip. I can also stay with you to watch the New Year."
"I'm not asking you to stay up late with me." Fu Heng's voice was leisurely.
Jiang Wu nodded his pink little nose and said coquettishly: "That's natural, I volunteer to accompany you."
Fu Heng's eyes flashed, he took out a small white jade porcelain cup and filled it for her.
Jiang Wu drank for the first time, but he didn't know how to drink water. He drank it all as soon as he raised his neck like an old cow. It took him a moment to feel the burning sensation.
Wine turns out to be so bad.
Jiang Wu touched his chin and put down the wine glass, unwilling to drink any more.
Fu Heng had known for a long time that she didn't know how to drink, so he didn't care about her until the white cat named Fa Cai jumped onto his chest and made a soft "meow~" sound.
He then raised his head and looked at Jiang Wu. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was already asleep.
The little guy obviously didn't know how to drink but still wanted to imitate adults. Fu Heng pulled Fa Cai down and stood up to hug Jiang Wu. Who knew that although Jiang Wu didn't wake up, he didn't know where the idea came from and plunged into Fu Heng's arms.
Fu Heng paused and looked at her.
She seemed to be hurt by the collision, and looked over with some aggrievedness. Her big, bright eyes were filled with mist, she looked at him with her mouth flat, and she called out softly: "My lord..."
Fu Heng looked at her, and for some reason, he suddenly had the urge to kiss her.