The night was slightly hazy, and a few faintly visible stars twinkled in the night sky. Perhaps because of the winter, the street is a little less lively and lively, but it adds a bit of tranquility and peace.

Nangong Yun walked quietly on the way home in simple and simple men's clothes, there was plenty of time, and after discussing some things with Chu Liuqing, he did not delay the time to have dinner with his grandfather. So Nangong Yun chose to walk back alone.

I just want to experience this hard-won peace.

When Nangong Yun returned to the mansion leisurely, someone reported that his grandfather was waiting for him to eat in the backyard.

The cold wind was blowing at night, and the flowers and plants in the backyard were almost withered, and the poisonous flowers and poisonous plants in the entire Nangong Mansion were still standing tall in the cloud garden of Nangong Yun.

In the gazebo, an old man is sitting around the stove, a pot of hot tea is still steaming, and sometimes the overflowing water drops on the coal of the stove, making a clattering sound. And on a square table next to the stove, there are several plates of steaming meals.

Seeing this, Nangong Yun walked over quickly, she wasn't too worried about the temperature difference of her grandfather still eating outside so late, after all, this pavilion was specially built.

First of all, the curtains around the pavilion used to block the wind are special animal skin curtains hand-sewn by the old artists specially hired by Shui Xianglou, which hang down from the four corners above and extend to the ground, leaving only one side to enter and exit.

And in order to better heat, the ground under the pavilion is all made of the principle of "floor heating" in Nangong Yun's previous life, including the pillars supporting the pavilion are not solid, but hollow to the bottom, which can better provide heating for the pavilion.

Not to mention that the tables and stools in the gazebo are also made of special materials.

When this pavilion was made, it took Nangong Yun a lot of thought.

"Grandpa!"

Walking into the gazebo quickly, I really felt a different temperature.

"Haha, our little Yun'er, it's finally done!Come, have two drinks with grandpa!" Nangong Lin's face was a little flushed by the fire, and he laughed loudly.

"Didn't you tell Lan'er to collect all the wine that you and Grandpa Nan hid before?, how can there still be a jar?" Nangong Yun replied helplessly while carefully lowering the animal skin curtain behind him.

"Well, then... Drink tea... Drink tea!" Nangong Lin put the unopened wine jar in his hand under the table with some stupidity.

I thought that Xiao Yun'er didn't count so much about today's meal, so she took out the last jar of wine that she secretly treasured, but now she found that the situation seemed to be a little bad.

"You all go down, you don't have to wait outside the pavilion, and take this wine back and hand it to Lan'er!" Nangong Yun casually took out the wine jar under the table and handed it to the subordinates outside the pavilion, and instructed.

"Eh, don't, just leave it to Ah Nan to deal with, hand it over to Ah Nan!" Nangong Lin immediately waved his hand when he heard this, blurted out a sentence.

If it is handed over to Yun'er's two little maids, it will be equivalent to not being able to drink it at all!

"This...!" The subordinate hesitated for a moment, glanced at the old man who seemed to have a serious face, and the little lady with a calm face, and bowed his head in response.

"Yes, follow the orders of the little lady!" bowed and retreated. Nangong Mansion is in this kind of matter, who is in charge, and the whole mansion is the same as Spiegel.

Master, don't blame the little one, who made you have to take out this wine jar in front of the little lady, can't you hide it and drink it secretly?

"Hmph! The old man doesn't listen to his words, and he must be punished heavily when he turns around!" Nangong Lin muttered angrily with his beard cocked, and he didn't even look at Nangong Yun, putting on a very angry look.

Nangong Yun, who looked at it with a resentful look, was very helpless.

Put the tea poured in his hand in front of Nangong Lin, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, drink tea!"

"It's not good! Don't drink!" came out in an angry voice.

Nangong Yun raised his eyebrows: "Do you really not drink it? This is the snow lotus tea I specially brought from the Snow Mountain, are you sure?"

Hearing this, Nangong Lin glanced at the fragrant teacup with an excited face, the quality of this tea can be seen just by this fragrance, not to mention that he had already tasted a cup before Xiao Yun'er came just now, it is indeed a rare good tea.

However, his eyes glanced at Nangong Yun, who was looking at him calmly, stroked his beard, and turned his head, Nangong Lin's attitude was firm.

"Don't drink it!"

"Really don't drink it?!" Nangong Yun first sighed when he heard this, and then sat opposite Nangong Lin, shaking his head with a look of pity and saying slowly.

"This is the tea I specially brought from the master, I heard that it is very good for the body, I thought that if grandpa tasted this tea recently, he could ask Zhu'er to send you a small jar of flower wine to taste every month! That's still ......"

Before he could finish his words, the cup in his hand was snatched away.

"Is this true!?" Nangong Lin's sad face disappeared without a trace in an instant, since the last time Xiao Yun'er brought a jar of flower wine to himself from Shui Xianglou, Nangong Lin no longer looked down on other wines, and even took it to those old guys several times to show off, looking at their unproductive gluttony, Nangong Lin felt that his face was bright!

I don't know how it was made, but although it is a flower sake, the kind of sweetness in the mouth is really incomparable to other wines.

So as soon as he heard Nangong Yun's words, Nangong Lin subconsciously took the teacup back, and then carefully added another sentence.

"Can you have two altars a month?

Nangong Yun poured himself a cup of tea for himself, looked up at his grandfather, and blinked with a smile. The meaning in his eyes is obvious.

Nangong Lin consciously drank a cup of tea. Nodding his head as if to comfort himself.

"One altar is fine, one altar is fine, after all, there is one every month!"

"Here, this is a meal that grandpa asked you to cook, how about you come and taste it!?"

Solving the problem of wine, Nangong Lin kindly urged Nangong Yun to eat.

"Good!"

After being full of wine and food, Nangong Yun looked at Nangong Lin with a kind and satisfied face, and finally hardened his heart, and slowly said the first sentence that everyone knew.

"Grandpa, I'm going to leave tomorrow!"

The slightly ruddy and smiling face froze for a moment, Nangong Lin of course knew what the meaning of the little granddaughter and himself had this meal, but from the beginning, the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention it.

It's just why it fell on this little girl who was only a cardamom year, and it was such a failure for her grandfather!

"Xiao Yun'er, do you know why grandpa hasn't done it for so many years?" Nangong Lin's tone was a little vicissitudes, with a hint of reminiscence.