Busy and busy, it will soon be a small year.

Early in the morning, the king of Ji'an led his three sons to worship the king of the stove, and the women gathered together to cut the window flowers, while the people were busy sprinkling and dusting. Window grilles were pasted in each yard, and the stove sugar, stove fruit, and sugar melon strips were divided.

Because Yuanfang couldn't go home a while ago, Jian Ying asked Jiang's mother to pack a car full of things, and gave her two months' wages and gave her an early vacation.

Xueqin rummaged through the cabinets, gathered the old clothes she couldn't wear and the rags she didn't need, wrapped them into two burdens, and asked her to take them back to change the clothes for her sisters' children.

Caiping is also going to celebrate the New Year with Sun Xiucai, and Jiang's mother also followed Jian Ying's instructions and prepared a basket of things for her according to the share of the two people.

As soon as these two people left, the blue courtyard suddenly became a lot quieter.

Xiaoji's sense of storage is very low, Yunzheng is a person who only knows how to bury his head in things, Yinping has a good temper and a slow temperament, and Xueqin has a big deal in his heart. As far as Jinping can say, no one praises her, and she can't say it herself.

According to the practice of the royal palace in previous years, they still held in their respective courtyards at noon, and gathered together for a family banquet in the evening.

King Ji'an didn't know what was going on, he was invited away before the banquet, and only the Fang clan sat on top with a five-and-a-half-month-old belly.

Dad was not there, and Zhou Han had no scruples, looking at Fang's side from time to time. The fiery obsession in his eyes, as long as he is not a person who is not in love, can feel a little bit.

Meng Xinniang's originally not very cheerful face became more and more gloomy, and in order to cover it up, she ruthlessly put vegetables in the bowls of Brother Tan and Sister Zhen.

Brother Tan is at the age of gluttony, and he eats as much as he wants.

Sister Zhen can't even hold chopsticks steadily, where can she eat so much? grabbed his mother's hand and shook it twice, and said softly: "Zhen'er has a full stomach." ”

Meng Xinniang was absent-minded, and she didn't get distracted when she heard this, and put another chopstick dish in her bowl, "Really good, eat more." ”

Zhou Qin couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but speak: "Sister-in-law." Don't give it to Sister Zhen'er anymore, she has a small belly, so she holds it carefully. ”

Everyone raised their eyes, and Zhou Han also turned his head to look over. I saw the tearful and pitiful look in the eyes of the real sister. glared at Meng Xinniang reproachfully.

Meng Xinniang's face was ugly again, for fear that she would have a seizure, so she excused herself to eat for her real sister and picked up the child and went out.

Fang's family sat there as motionless as a mountain, and Zhang Ma was clothed with vegetables. Concentrate on eating. It seemed that there was nothing to pay attention to except eating.

Concubine Qi was only jealous of Fang's belly, and she didn't notice the undercurrent surging between Fang's, Zhou Han and Meng Xinniang. Concubine Bai and Concubine Wen both adhered to the tenet of "it's none of their business, hang high", bowed their heads and pretended to be dead.

Others are either too young to understand, or they are not old enough to think about it.

Only Zhou Shu and Jian Ying knew the cause and effect and saw it most clearly.

Zhou Shu was disgusted in his heart, and his good appetite was ruined.

Jian Ying saw that his brows were furrowed, so she quietly shook his hand under the table.

Zhou Shu's expression relaxed, and he held her hand with his backhand, and his fingers scratched her palm intentionally or unintentionally.

Jian Ying was tickled by him. Secretly gritted his teeth, this bastard really has to inch in.

When Fang's was full and asked someone to send mouthwash, everyone followed and picked up their chopsticks. He sat down and gossiped for a while, and then dispersed to his own courtyard.

Zhou Shu was a little depressed, and Jian Ying was a little tired, so the two of them were not in a hurry to return to the Blue Courtyard, and walked slowly along the bluestone path hand in hand.

"Lady, after the New Year, let's move out." Zhou Shu suddenly broke the silence and said.

Jian Ying felt that it was good to live in the palace. I don't understand why he wants to move out. Thinking that it would be good to live in a two-person world, he nodded, "Whatever you want, you can move if you want." ”

Zhou Shu listened to her and agreed. I finally felt a little more comfortable, "Okay, I'll go and tell my father after the first month." ”

"Second Young Master." Behind him, there was the sound of Cui Feng snorting and panting.

The two paused, and when Cuifeng arrived, Zhou Shu asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Cuifeng saw the salute and confessed. Leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

Zhou Shu frowned at first, then his eyes lit up, and he instructed Cuifeng: "I know, you go and prepare the horse first." ”

He turned his head to look at Jian Ying again, "I'm going out to do something and I'll be back soon." If you are tired, rest first, and you don't have to wait for me. ”

Jian Ying rolled her eyes secretly, and said in her heart that she didn't want to wait, but she responded obediently, "Okay, you can go." ”

Zhou Shu shook her hand heavily and hurried away.

Xiao Ji was closer, and vaguely heard the key words "Shunjing Street", "Assassin", "Sister Erui", and "Injured". When Zhou Shu walked away, he pulled Jian Ying's sleeve, "Second Young Lady, Second Young Master is only afraid that he is going to the house." ”

Jian Ying understood what she meant, and smiled disappreciatively, "It's okay, let him go." ”

If a man wants to cheat, the Great Wall can't stop it. Does he want to cheat and stop him from doing anything? That Ming Mei is not qualified to be her opponent, and it is not worth her trouble at all.

Xueqin didn't know what happened that night in Laba, and was a little confused, "What house?" ”

"The second young master's house is hidden in the golden house." Jian Ying replied with a smile.

"What?!" Xueqin was taken aback.

Zhou Shu rushed to Shunjing Street in one go, entered the door and asked a few words, and then went straight to the courtyard where Erui lived.

After all, there is a difference between men and women, and Cuifeng is not good at following into the house, so he stopped in the yard.

Zhou Shu was led by a little girl to the inside, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he felt a strange fragrance coming to his nose.

He frowned in disgust, and swept his eyes away, only to see the candle flame dimming, and behind the lightly concealed tent, a figure lay quietly on the bed.

Stepping to the bed, he called out "Erui", and when he heard a vague answer, he asked, "Did the assassin really mention the death of his mother?" ”

The man inside didn't answer, and sat up staggeringly.

"You have a wound on your body, just lie down and talk back." Zhou Shu took care of her, and then asked anxiously, "What did the assassin say?" ”

"Second Young Master." With a call, a slender jade hand opened the gauze tent, revealing a shy and timid hibiscus face.

It's not Erui, but it's Mingmei.

Zhou Shu's face sank, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I ...... I'm waiting for the second young master. The eyelashes trembled, the eyes rippled, and the cheeks crimson, revealing the lingering affection in the abdomen.

Zhou Shu instantly understood that there were no assassins at all, and this qiē was all set up by Ming Mei in order to lure him over.

After the day of Laba, Ming Mei sent letters to invite him several times. He thought that she had no merit and hard work, but he didn't know what she wanted to do, and ignored everything. I thought that if she was far away in the cold, she would be able to figure it out by herself.

didn't expect her to dare to take the death of his mother and concubine as a reason, and do such a thing, and she couldn't help but be angry.

"Pack up and get out of here early tomorrow morning."

Throw this sentence down, turn around and leave.

Mingmei's eyebrows were like being struck by lightning, and his face turned white. Seeing the person he thought about day and night walking more and more, I felt that my heart hurt as if it was being pulled by a rope and torn.

In a hurry, he couldn't take care of it anymore, slid off the bed, ran over with his bare snow-white feet, and hugged his waist from behind, "Second young master, please don't go......"

- (To be continued.) )

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