An autumn rain and a cold. Since the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info stayed in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there has been no clear sky for several days, and the weather has become more and more gloomy. When Zige got up on this day, he deliberately put on another cloak on top of his long skirt, which Fang felt blocked the pervasive chill.

When she came out of the bedroom, she saw several servants bring in a hot charcoal basin and put it next to the study where she usually sits. The charcoal fire brews a faint red light, and the fragrance fills the room, and the smell is refreshing.

"What kind of charcoal is used in this furnace, and it tastes so special?" She sat down at the couch, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but ask.

Several servants dressed in plain robes hurriedly pushed the door and left, and the girl who fell at the end looked back at her, then stood on the spot with her head down, and replied obediently: "This is the bamboo charcoal we commonly use in the Nanzhao Kingdom, which is made of alpine moso bamboo fired at a high temperature of nearly 1,000 degrees, with a loose and porous appearance and a hard and brittle texture. Burning a basin can last for half a day without extinguishing, which is not only smokeless and flammable, but also can freshen the air. ”

She is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and her not fair-skinned face still has a little baby fat, and she looks round and jade, and she is very cute.

"The taste is very pleasant, I've never used it before." Seeing that she spoke in an orderly manner and looked very pleasing, Zige couldn't help but say again, "I often see you these days, but I forgot to ask." What is your name? ”

These days, thanks to the care of these subordinates, she has never had time to ask their names. In the years of living in Le Fang, she has long ceased to be the county lord who stretches out her hands for clothes and opens her mouth for food, and at this time she suddenly returned to the life of someone to serve her daily life, in addition to being a little unaccustomed to it, she has also been grateful to these servants for a long time.

"My name is Jingtong, and Sister Ge'er just calls me Xiaotong." She grinned, and when she saw that Zige seemed to have the intention of talking, she knelt on the edge of the charcoal basin and gently stirred the unburned bamboo charcoal in the basin with a skewer.

"Xiaotong, thanks to your careful care these days."

Zige's living expenses are mostly taken care of by Xiaotong himself, sometimes when she goes back to the house at night, she only needs to light a lamp, and Xiaotong will come to the room silently to bathe her with water. But every time Zige took a bath, when she wanted to talk to her, she had disappeared without a trace.

"It's all right, the prince said that my sister is a distinguished guest, and told Xiaotong to take good care of my sister."

Although Xiaotong looks young, he speaks and does things with a clear look, like a little adult, Zige can't help but laugh when he sees this.

"Since you're taking care of me, why don't you follow me on weekdays?"

Zige asked curiously, without reproach in his tone. The whereabouts of the Mu servants were strange, and she had no idea where they were when they were not in trouble, but when something happened, they always appeared at her side in an instant.

"Xiaotong is a servant of the Mu family, even if the envoy is outside, the rules of the house must be observed."

She blinked, but from time to time she glanced out the door, as if waiting for something. The expectation in his eyes was seen by Zige.

"Wouldn't it be spoiled to use the charcoal basin so early?"

She lowered her head, pretending to concentrate on sorting out the scrolls, and found that Xiao Tong turned half of her body to the door, listened attentively, but still replied seriously: "The beginning of winter is approaching, and the cold is very easy to take the opportunity to enter the body. ”

Zige saw that she was absent-minded and was about to say something to ask, but there was a commotion outside the door that was gradually approaching, and several people were huddled towards the courtyard here.

"Stop holding a notebook and pointing fingers at me, stop me! Don't follow me! Lian'er's voice like a warbler crying in the hollow valley suddenly sounded, not without annoyance, "I'm going to sit in Sister Ge'er's house, you go back to the room and wait for me!" ”

When Zige heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. In these days, in order to enter the palace to face the saint, Zongzheng and the pawn have sent people to pass the word, Mu Lixuan is also quite concerned about this matter, and ordered Lian'er to close the door and learn many etiquette and folk customs in the museum, so as not to lose the honor in front of the palace and damage the prestige of Nanzhao.

And Lian'er is a fiery and can't calm down, and every day she is told and pointed at by several grandmothers who are over half a hundred years old, teaching her to speak softly and behave vividly, which is undoubtedly a torture for her.

"Sister, I finally escaped!" Before you see him, you hear his voice first. Lian'er complained loudly, pushed the door in, and saw Zige and Xiaotong gathered in front of the charcoal basin, so she strode over and sat down against Zige. "Those grandmothers are so abrasive that they want to make every move I do exactly like the etiquette. What 'each dish is shallow, but only three chopsticks', which makes people not eat. ”

Zige smiled slightly and motioned for Xiaotong to bring the pastries in the house. Mu Lixuan wanted to find out Lian'er's intentions, so he turned a blind eye to her interactions with Zige, so she ran to Zige's house when she had time, casually talked about family life, and used some snacks to steal half a day of leisure.

"Zhongzhou has always been a state of etiquette, and Daqi follows the Zhou rites, and the rules in the palace are naturally more complicated than those of Nanzhao. If you marry the wife of Qi people in the future, it is even more indispensable to be in harmony with your husband. Zige poured her a cup of tea and persuaded softly.

"Sister, why did you even start training me...... This word by word is exactly the same as what my brother said. Lian'er frowned and sighed, raised her eyes and saw Xiao Tong sitting on the side with low eyebrows, a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and her face was a little unbearable, "Xiao Tong, why are you staying in the house today, haven't you forgotten the rules of the house?" ”

When Xiaotong heard this, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, and then hurriedly went out. Zige saw her look frightened, and felt a little unbearable.

"Lian'er, I asked her to talk more with me, don't blame her. I told Xuan before leaving, so she has taken care of me a lot these days. ”

"The Mu family slaves, it is their duty to come and leave as soon as they are called." Lian'er replied nonchalantly, as if she had long been accustomed to this, "What's more, she wants to stay in your room for a little longer, not just to see Junjun." ”

"See Junjun?" Zige was shocked at first when she heard it, but when she remembered Xiaotong's hopeful eyes, she understood a little bit in her heart, "Is she interested in Junjun?" ”

"She's not just interested in Junjun...... At the beginning of the year, her father promised her to Jun Jun as a personal maid. It's just that Junjun is thin-skinned, and she always avoids her in the palace, and she can't help it. This time to envoy Daqi, Xiaotong worked hard to squeeze into the mission as a servant, but just a few days after entering Daqi, my brother sent Junjun to protect you, and it was two months to go......"

Lian'er fiddled with the pen and ink on the table, raised her eyes and glanced at Zige lightly, and smiled.