As soon as I pushed open the door and stepped into the outer hall, it happened that Yujing was walking out with a basin of water, and when she raised her eyes, she said, "Mama go in, the lady has been waiting for a while."

Mama Han didn't say much, raised her hand to lift the curtain and entered the inner room, raised her eyes and saw that Xie Jiang had been groomed properly, wearing a purple and gold narrow-sleeved cotton dress and standing in front of the window, so she bent her knees slightly and said, "I've seen the lady."

Xie Jiang looked back at her and said, "Mama... Are you ready? ”

Mama Han straightened her waist and said solemnly: "Yesterday, the old slave thought about it again and again, the splendid boy sent a man to dive at night and the lady lived in the front, and the soft and hard and strong eyeliner was in the back. The lady wants to really accept the crescent moon silently, and this person may not have any tricks in the future" Speaking of this, she sighed and suppressed her voice, "The old slave went out for a walk in the afternoon"

As he spoke, he suddenly changed the topic, Xie Jiang was a little strange, so he also pinched his throat and asked, "What, has Mama found anything good again?" ”

"What's a good thing······ Mama Han coughed, lowered her voice and said, "The old slave went to East Street, since he wants to give a gift to the ninth prince, he has to touch which yard he lives in, and he is not in the house today."

Yesterday, Mama Han left the main courtyard in the morning and didn't come back until evening. Xie Jiang thought that something had happened, but he didn't expect to go out of the house to find out the news, so he whispered: "It's still Mama who is thoughtful."

Before serving the second lady, Mama Han was a first-class celebrity with Mrs. Cui. Therefore, Mama Han not only does not have the cringe and timidity of ordinary servants, but also has a little arrogance. A few people from Fengtai Yuanshan drilled into Xie Jiang's room in the middle of the night, which had already aroused her great disgust. When I went to return Haizhu, I was put on the table again, and the old woman is now going out to disgust the ninth son.

As soon as Xie Jiang's words fell, Mama Han opened her mouth in a low voice: "The old slave went to the back alley again, the sun has already taken a shower and changed her clothes and skirts, and the bald place on her head can't be covered, the old slave is going to let her wear a hat, as for the leprosy on her face······ I had to rub more powder covers.''

Although he didn't see the hot sun, Xie Jiang could also imagine what she looked like, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but purse his lips and laugh. smiled, reached out and picked up the paper silk from the desk and handed it to Mama Han, "Mama takes this handwritten letter, if the ninth prince is angry, give this to him"

Mama Han took it and tucked it in, and said in a low voice: "The carriage is waiting in the back alley, the old slave will go" After saying this, she raised her eyes to see Xie Jiang nodded, and then turned around and walked out of the inner room.

The north wind blew the snow particles and fell, and Mama Han got into the carriage on the stool and instructed the groom: "Go to the East Street Wine Shop"

The black-lacquered flat-headed carriage turned onto the long street, and the snow particles that had just fallen sharply had turned into a snowflake the size of a fingernail, and in an instant the road was white.

The doors of the shops on both sides were closed, and on the deserted streets, except for a few cars and horses hurrying by, there were a few people hiding under the eaves and shivering. Mama Han put down the curtain and sighed: "All of them are blue and purple from the cold······ At this time, I think it will be difficult for a few days."

There was silence in the car for a moment, and Jiaoyang suddenly said, "Did Mama bring money with her?" Jiaoyang asked this coldly, Mama Han was stunned, and said in a low voice: "What's ······?"

The carriage "stomped" forward, and from time to time snowflakes drifted in through the cracks in the rolled up curtains. Jiaoyang glanced out, turned his face to look at Mama Han and explained, "If you hadn't met Mama······ The sun is just like them now, if Mama brings money, lend me some."

Looking at this meaning, it is clear that there are some things that hurt them. Mama Han sighed and stretched out her hand from? He took out a handful of baht coins from his bag and handed them over, and asked in a low voice, "Are these enough?" ”

Looking at these people, she was also a little pitiful, and Mama Han grabbed a hundred and ten big money. The sun ripped off his clothes? Zi grabbed and said softly: "It's enough, I can drink hot soup······ If you go down, you might be able to meet a nobleman."

It turned out to be such an idea, Mama Han couldn't think of what to say for a while, so she simply raised her foot and kicked the wall of the car. The carriage stopped, and the sun lifted the curtain and got out of the car, but after a moment he ran back and boarded the lane: "Let's go"

The wind and snow outside the car were getting heavier, but after a few words, the street was already white. This time, neither of them spoke again. After two streets, the carriage stopped in front of the liquor store. In the windy and snowy weather, the rich lords are nesting in the house and guarding the carbon basin to keep warm, don't talk about drinking, and there is not even a shadow of a person around.

It is said that it is normal for the wine store to close when there are no drinkers, but at this moment, the door is wide open. As soon as Mama Han stepped into the door with the blazing sun, the servant who cooked the wine greeted her and said courteously: "This woman, we ······ here."

Mama Han was too lazy to talk nonsense with the servants, and said bluntly: "We don't drink, we have something to find the ninth prince, please report it."

This wine shop belongs to the matter of the ninth prince, although everyone did not deliberately hide it, but not many people know about it, and the two people came in and asked to see them by name, which immediately startled the servants.

Between the lobby and the backyard of the wine shop, there is a bamboo curtain hanging, Yuan Shan just stretched out his hand to lift the curtain to go out, heard the sound of talking and suddenly stopped, took a look at the curtain, turned around and walked back.

There were seven or eight carbon basins burning in the house, Wang Jiu held a pen in one hand, pressed the paper silk with the other hand, dipped it in ink and just drew two strokes, Yuanshan pushed the door into the house, and said in a low voice: "Childe, that ······ Mama begged to see"

Yuanshan had just come out of the house, and when he came back, he had no head or brain. Wang Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at the pen, but asked in his mouth: "Tell me clearly, is it the old woman next to Xie Niangzi?" ”

Scratching his head, Yuan Shan smirked: "As soon as the servant saw the person of the little lady Xie, his scalp was numb." Didn't Childe ask the servant to make tea, and the servant was just about to go to the front hall when he heard her and the servant say that they wanted to see Childe."

The servants came and went to pull and talk about a lot of miscellaneous things, but Yuanshan didn't get to the point in half a sentence. Wang Jiu raised his eyes and reprimanded him: "Angang's seven-foot husband, how can he be afraid of a little lady, is it only that old woman who comes?" ”

Yuan Shan hurriedly bowed down and said in a low voice: "There is another person behind her, the servant just looked carefully, she was dressed like a girl, but she wore a hat, and she didn't see her appearance clearly."

The charcoal in the pot "crackled", and from time to time a few dark red sparks burst out. Wang Jiu paced a few steps in the room with his hands down, and before he raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows, he commanded in a deep voice: "Lead her in, as for the one who follows..." Forget it, let's bring it in together."

There was a bit of helplessness in the words.

Hearing that the voice of the ninth prince was different, Yuanshan was stunned for a while. When I looked up again, I saw Jiu Gongzi looking out of the window leisurely, and there was a faint hint in a pair of dark eyes, which seemed to be funny and curious. With just one glance, the distant mountains not only have a numb scalp, but also a little on the top of their heads... Aches.

P: Nalan changed the manuscript to two or three o'clock at night, just for the sake of your relatives to watch it happily, and ask weakly? How about a few more tickets?