Seeing Mrs. Yazheng leave, Jiang Houer closed the door and returned to the inner room dejectedly. Mr. Jiang Erbiao gave him a blank look, "Talk too much!"

"Yes, it's up to the villain." Jiang Houer slapped himself twice, stood beside the second master and poured him wine. He opened his mouth a few times, but did not dare to say anything. He turned to Guo Jingping, "Second Master, Mr. Guo has not been out of Qianniuwei Camp these two days. This morning it was Laba porridge that Master Nanxiong gave to our mansion. He said that Mr. Guo fell in the mansion the day before yesterday."

Mr. Jiang snorted, "I deserve it."

Jiang Houer smiled and said, "Do you want to know why Mr. Guo fell?"

"I don't want to." Mr. Jiang Er drank all the wine in his glass, stood up and walked out, going to Qingping River to have fun.

Jiang Houer quickly grabbed the second master's sleeve and said pitifully, "Second Master, please pity the poor young men. Tonight, the cold wind is irritating, and you are so scared, but the young men really can't stand it."

Mr. Jiang frowned, "Bad!"

"Yes, the villain is incompetent, I'm so sorry for the Second Master." Jiang Houer dragged the Second Master back to his seat and said with a smile, "A few new musicians have come to Yingshui Building. What does the Second Master think?"

"Everyone calls over." Mr. Jiang just wants to be lively now.

"Yes!" Jiang Houer ran out immediately. After a while, the shopkeeper of Yingshui Building attracted two female musicians and a middle-aged rapper. The three of them were well-dressed and clean, which was very consistent with the taste of Jiang Erye. The shopkeeper of Yingshui Building nodded and said, "Second Master, this is the musicians in our building who have learned two new drum lyrics. Please give me a palm."

Hearing that it was a new lyric, Mr. Jiang reluctantly raised some interest and left the person. Music in the room sounded, and Jiang Houer went to the outside to remind Jiang Bao, "Send someone to stare at Mrs. Yazheng. When she is about to leave, come and report quickly."

Jiang Bao frowned, "Are you too much in charge?"

"Listen to me, I understand my thoughts more than you."

"I don't think that's the point."

"It's coming soon." Jiang Houer flashed into the inner room and leaned against the wall behind Erye and listened to the drum lyrics. The singer had a good voice, and his singing style was both delicate and free and easy, and he was very good at listening. However, this story was not what Erye liked. Jiang Houer beat the beat with her feet and thought it was good.

Mr. Jiang leaned against the soft couch and listened to the drum lyrics patiently. He said yes casually, and asked the singer out. Jiang Houer served Er Ye a bowl of warm-up soup carefully cooked by Chef Yingshuilou, and asked with a smile, "What do you think of Er Ye?"

Mr. Jiang snorted, "You go back and say to Uncle Hou. Such a boring song must not be passed on to our mansion."

The story of a wealthy daughter and a poor scholar is specifically about fooling the little girl, and he cannot let his daughter listen to such things.

Jiang Houer knew that the second master would say this, and then smiled, "The little maid next to the girl in the story is also a bit hateful. According to the villain, she fell in love with the scholar and instigated her girl to elope with the scholar. After the girl and the scholar became a concubine, she became a concubine for the scholar."

Mr. Jiang narrowed his eyes and said, "It makes sense, I will give you a bowl of soup."

"Thank you, Second Master!" Jiang Houer immediately served a big bowl for herself and drank it in a few sips.

Seeing his greedy look, Mr. Jiang couldn't help but think of his precious daughter at home, "This soup is good, order three more Gu to bring it back to the mansion."

"yes."

Jiang Houer went out and ordered the kitchen to make soup. When Mrs. Yazheng checked out, he asked someone to send the soup into the carriage and ran back to the room and said to Erye, "Second Master, the soup is ready, we should go back."

Mr. Jiang said lazyly, "Who said he wants to go back?"

Jiang Houer smiled and said, "The old lady and the third girl are tired today. They should wake up and have dinner now, and are busy again. If the second master brings the soup back, the old lady will definitely be happy. The third girl is afraid she will be moved to tears."

Mr. Jiang thought for a while, but he lost the interest of going out to stroll, "Go back home."

When he walked out of Yingshui Tower, he realized that the sky was falling snow. Thinking of the elegant things that he and Chai Si and others went out of the city to find plum blossoms in the snow two years ago, Mr. Jiang held his chin and looked at the snowy sky outside the carriage, and suddenly felt melancholy.

After walking forward for a while, Jiang Houer pretended to be unexpectedly lit out the window, "Second Master, look, isn't that Mr. Yazheng?"

Mr. Jiang looked up. Laba is a festival, and it is snowing again. Therefore, there are very few pedestrians on the street. Yazheng and her little apprentice are supporting her in the snow, without even supporting an umbrella. She was wrapped in a thick cloak, but she still looked thin, which was very pitiful in the wind and snow.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, the master and apprentice stopped by the side of the road and asked the carriage to pass first. At this moment, Mrs. Yazheng heard a familiar voice coming from the carriage.

"The lady hasn't come in a carriage?"

Mrs. Yazheng looked up and felt that Mr. Jiang was so beautiful that he was dazed in the snowy night. She calmed down and said, "The coachman was not in good health. From then on, he didn't have a few steps to Changmingfang. I asked him to go back first. The road was slippery on the snowy night, and the road to second master was far away. Please take a step first."

Mr. Jiang said, "I'll give you a ride."

"Don't dare..."

"Come up."

As Jiang Erye said, Jiang Houer had jumped off the carriage and set up the stool. "Madam, the road is slippery on the snowy night, you can get in the car quickly."

Mrs. Yazheng knew the temper of Jiang Erye. If she refused, he should be angry. She felt that she would not give him face. She thanked her and took Xixia into the carriage. The charcoal brazier was burning in the carriage, and a warm breath came to her face. The snowflakes on Yazheng's eyebrows turned into water dripping. She took out the handkerchief and wiped it gently.

Mr. Jiang's eyes moved from the brazier to Yazheng. Under the fire, her eyebrows, which had always been unhealthy, added a little warm color, which was a bit touching.

When Yazheng raised his eyes, Mr. Jiang Erpin pretended to turn his eyes away casually and carefully studied the door curtains that were constantly being knocked by the wind and snow. Mrs. Yazheng, who wanted to thank him again, was not easy to disturb Mr. Erpin's Yaxing, so she lowered her head and quietly stretched her feet to the charcoal brazier to warm her toes that were about to be frozen. The driver suddenly had a stomachache, which caught her off guard and had to step into the ice and snow on her soft-soled shoes. Fortunately, she met Mr. Jiang, otherwise her feet would definitely be frostbite if she walked back like this.

Although Yazheng stared at the door curtain, she also noticed Yazheng's every move. She saw the gray cloth-soled arhat shoes under her feet with her outlook. As a woman, she did not wear beautiful embroidered shoes, but she actually wore monks' shoes, and she was wearing women's crown-style clothes. She was so by nature, but she had to do this in order to make people feel solemn?

Thinking of this, Mr. Jiang suddenly felt nervous. It was not easy to be elegant and upright, perhaps more than others saw. Even so, she still stood up straight and worked hard to survive. How many winds and snows can she have to go through to make such a tough temperament?

In the future, how many more winds and snows will she go through, and what will she become?
Chapter completed!