The north wind did not stop for a moment overnight.

When I got up in the morning, the yard was white. A heavy snowfall came suddenly.

The maids took out thick cotton jackets one after another, and went non-stop to unfurl the masters' big sweaters, hand cages, and cotton boots.

Chonghua wore a mink shawl and sat on a chair by the window. Looking outside, there were still snowflakes floating like cotton wool.

It's been a long time since it's snowed like this in the city. Blue skies are rare, heavy rain is rare, and snow is ...... It's the same.

Mizuki fiddles with the charcoal stove. The fine silver filigree carbon does not have a single smoke. And he put incense cakes on it. The faint fragrance of plum wafted with the exuberance of the fire.

"Miss, I got up early and stewed hot eggs in the kitchen. Let's have a bowl. Jinghua asked softly.

After returning from Shengjingyuan, Chonghua was silent for a long time. Often in a daze all day long, I have seen the pomp and circumstance of ancient noblewomen. Chonghua also knew that it was extremely unrealistic to escape under the close surveillance of so many people.

"It's really strange under this snow. It's not the middle of winter yet. Suddenly, many flowers and plants in the backyard froze to death. The finch came back from outside with an oil umbrella and a paper bag in her hand.

"Second Miss, the snack that the old man brought back from Yipinzhai early in the morning. I specially called the servant to go over and get it. With a smile, the finch opened the paper bag to reveal the delicate dots inside.

Chonghua glanced lightly, turned his face away, and continued to look at the drifting snow outside.

The finch looked at Jinghua Shuiyue with some embarrassment, and Jinghua Shuiyue also shook her head lightly.

Ling Yuehua was ill for several days. After using a lot of ginseng and deer antler velvet, I can finally walk on the ground. But he was still crying and shouting to change with Chonghua.

Ling Shangshu had not come into the backyard for many days. Out of sight, out of mind.

Mrs. Ling didn't react, and she didn't ask Chonghua to come over to talk. But Chonghua knows that this mother-in-law's mind is definitely much more gloomy than it seems.

Nowadays, Chonghua thinks the most. It was Lu Ningyuan's shout that he heard that day.

There are so many assumptions and speculations. Either one seems to give Chonghua an indescribable hope. Or, she could wake up from a dream.

If this is the case, it would be a good thing that Ling Yuehua cried and wanted to change it.

Chonghua instinctively felt that the water in Tongjiang Wangfu was bottomless. If you can not get involved, it's better not to get involved.

Ling Yuehua cries every day, Jinghua and Shui Yue really listen. But I didn't see Chonghua have a trace of affection. Although it was the prince who ordered them to serve Chonghua. But these days, they can see that this Second Miss Ling Mansion is a real person with a calm heart. Such a person is no more suitable for their family lineage.

People are selfish. Even the lowest servants have unspeakable ambitions.

No matter what Chonghua thinks, Jinghua Shuiyue has made up her mind to firmly look at Chonghua, and no matter what, she must let Chonghua marry into the Tongjiang Mansion safely.

For the dark tide around him, Chonghua ignored it.

I only hope that I can hear Lu Ningyuan's voice again.

The Tongjiang Royal Mansion sent someone to deliver a message, and the princess liked Miss Ling Er very much, and specially sent a set of jade heads embedded with Dongzhu to Chonghua. said that because Miss Ling Er was unwell that day, she could not be handed over to her in person. He also increased the number of dowry, and eagerly waited for Chonghua to marry.

Ling Shangshu was flattered. instructed Mrs. Ling to be more careful about Chonghua's marriage. It was rare to go to Ling Yuehua's house again, and severely scolded Ling Yuehua. Let her rest her extra thoughts.

Ling Yuehua cried again for half the night. Chonghua frowned slightly, this thing is weird.

The identity of the Tongjiang Wangfu is there, and he definitely doesn't care whether the daughter-in-law who marries in is a concubine or a concubine. Just because King Tongjiang, as a king with a different surname, married a princess, how could the wife of his sister-in-law choose with a scholar's family.

And the king of Tongjiang may not know how many people are in the family of officials in Beijing. It doesn't make sense to be able to do such a thing right under his nose.

The words of the princess that day meant too much. The prince just needs a wife, it doesn't matter who it is.

Chonghua hugged his knees and looked at the snow outside the window.

A hand with hard knuckles and pale skin slowly stretched out from the window. On the thumb, a sheep's fat jade wrench glowed with a soft halo.

"Your mother says you just need a wife, it doesn't matter who it is." Chonghua looked at the hand and said lightly.

"Not bad." Slender fingers tapped lightly on the window frame.

"Ling Yuehua can too." Chonghua turned his face away, and his slender fingers flipped through the pages on the table.

There was silence outside for a long time: "This is reasonable." ”

Chonghua got up and called the finch to come in and add charcoal. After opening the window for a while, it was a little cold in the room. When I looked back, there was no one by the window.

You marry at will, why should I get involved? Chonghua watched as Que Er added fragrant cakes to the charcoal stove and asked her to put one less piece. The faint fragrance is okay, but it is too strong and the head is heavy.

The night is always quiet.

Chonghua slept unsteadily, and the quilt was tucked and tucked, but he still felt a cold wind pouring in.

"Chonghua, Chonghua wake up. I can't sleep, get up. ”

Chonghua was agitated and sat up suddenly. There was darkness in front of me, and the curtain was solid. The faint candlelight on the smoke cage outside could be faintly seen. Tonight is the night of the finches.

"Doctor Lu?" Chonghua tried to ask in a whisper.

"Let's go, don't ask anything. Get out of this place. Lu Ningyuan's voice was full of anxiety.

Chonghua chuckled in his heart, and instinctively turned over and got out of bed. Dress neatly. Walk to the door. The finches on the smoked cage slept deeply.

Frowning slightly, the finch is not the first day of duty, and she is usually very vigilant. A little wind and grass will wake up. But today I slept so deeply.

There was a sound outside the door, and Chonghua was startled.

"Duobao Pavilion, there is a place to hide behind Duobao Pavilion." Lu Ningyuan's voice was in his ears.

Unable to care about so much, Chonghua turned around and ran towards Duobao Pavilion. If you look closely, there is a small area behind the soft curtain that can barely accommodate a person. Chonghua squatted down and shrunk into a ball as much as he could, and got in. Carefully straighten the curtain again.

As soon as he hid it, he heard a slight sound at the door.

"Keep your hands and feet clean. Move fast. ”

Then there was the sound of rustling, and someone came in. Chonghua held his breath, only to see a few black shadows rushing in vigorously. rushed straight into Chonghua's bedroom.

"Boss, no."

"What's not?"

"There's no one in the bed."

"How could it be. Find, find it for Lao Tzu. ”

"Boss, there's no one in there."

"Did someone tell the news? Withdraw first. This place should not be stayed for long. ”

The sound of the fabric rubbing against it is getting louder and louder. It seems that someone walked near the Duobao Pavilion. Chonghua only felt cold all over his body, and his hands were tightly clasped together to cover his mouth. My eyes were wide open.

"Who are you?" The finch's voice sounded sharply.

"Ge Laozi, Wu Laoliu's medicinal effect is so short."

"Someone, someone......" the finch shouted, but suddenly there was no sound.

Chonghua's eyes widened, and someone on the soft curtain threw blood dripping on it.

"Someone is coming, withdraw."

The chaotic footsteps went farther and farther away. Chonghua almost forgot to breathe, and his hands and feet looked coldly at the blood stains on the soft curtain.

It took a while before I was able to breathe.

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