Ziji smiled back at Mingyun.

Mingyun called the steward Ah Wei and said, "Ah Wei, let them come in and sit down, it's so cold outside." ”

Fan Ming also nodded, and followed: "Yes, yes, let Ziji and them come in, it's cold outside." ”

Ah Wei looked at the slightly messy hair behind Mingyun, and said, "You just lay down for a while, and the bun behind this is messy, if you want to see someone, the slave will help you take care of your hair again, but this will make people wait a little longer." And Mingyun remembered that because Awei was afraid that she would catch a cold again, she had refused to wash her hair for a long time, and she was always lying crooked on the bed, her hair was still messy, and the bun she had combed in the morning was crooked.

There is no girl who does not love beauty, hearing Ah Wei say this, she hurriedly brushed the broken hair in front of her forehead with her hand, and held the bun on both sides. Seeing that he was not wearing shoes again, he just wanted to find shoes to put on, Fan Ming looked at Mingyun's busy movements, laughed "flutter", and said: "I think you might as well wrap the quilt crookedly, forget it, I'll take them to settle down, and come to play with you in a few days." ”

Fan Ming got up from the soft couch, stretched his waist, and said, "Sister Yun, you can nest in the house, let's do it." Speaking of this, Fan Ming deliberately raised his tone and said, "Hehe, let's go to the pot race, horse racing, and archery." Fan Ming knew that Mingyun actually liked the things that these boys played with the most, but he deliberately tempted her and said, "What about you, if you are idle, continue to go to the window to feed the sparrows." ”

At this time, the sparrows outside the window seemed to sense Fan Ming's words, chirping and jumping on the branches, and one of them even jumped on the windowsill, pecking at the snack crumbs left on it.

Mingyun glanced at Fan Ming, pouted, and then turned his head to ignore him.

Fan Ming saw that Mingyun didn't seem to be very happy, so he leaned over again and said, "Hehe, cousin, don't be angry, when you get better, I will definitely take you to play too." ”

"Really?" Mingyun's big eyes rolled, and a small smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Of course it's true, hey, cousin, you didn't see it today, Ziji's skills are first-class. Fan Ming exaggerated today's events, beaming proudly, as if the person with excellent skills was himself.

Ming Yun laughed dryly, and thought: She hasn't seen much of Handan Ji's skills, but she has learned Handan Ji's sword, and it is on the side of her neck.

"He also has a horse, black and shiny, called Xuanmo, who is much more energetic than you go to that foal." Fan Ming couldn't help but owe again.

"My red maple is a big horse, if you are jealous of me, you can say it directly." Mingyun rolled Fan Ming's eyes.

Fan Ming gave Mingyun a big grimace and ran away. When he arrived at the courtyard, he and the three brothers of Ziji Shi converged, planning to lead them to their own courtyard, as the eldest grandson, he had his own independent yard early, the scale was quite large, some were empty rooms, and he also wanted to take them to see the fun Karakuri objects he had collected.

Before leaving, Fan Ming unconsciously glanced back at the courtyard.

Ziji also glanced back. In fact, today was the first time he had seen this grandson and girl dressed up. I saw that in the vermilion window frame, the girl was holding her cheeks on the windowsill with a lonely face, her eyes were big, she should be very aura, but now it was like a smoke screen. The sky is blue, there are rows of ice skates hanging under the eaves, a few vermilion windows on the green tile wall, a few red plums hanging snow on a few trees under the windows, a group of furball-like sparrows on the treetops are chirping and jumping, the girl is quietly there, the bud yellow jacket, the white rabbit fur collar, the black two buns are tied with the bud yellow hairband, this moment, as if it is a painting.

At this time, I only heard Fan Ming shouting loudly: "You get better quickly, you can come out to play when you get better!" With that, he waved his arm loudly inside.

Ziji saw that the girl's eyes suddenly lit up, smiled brightly, leaned forward, and waved her arm in the direction of this side. If the scene just now seemed like a painting, now he feels that no matter which painter he is, he may not be able to paint the vividness of this moment.

At this moment, the air is cold, the fragrance of plum blossoms lingers faintly on the tip of the nose, the birds are chirping, and the girl's eyebrows are crooked.

At night, a bright white moon hung in the vast night sky, the stars were dotted, and there was no turbid cloud to cover it, and the night was excellent.

In the long alleys in Xinjiang City, Fang Wei's horse could no longer run. On the way, its hind leg was injured by a crossbow arrow, and it has continued to run all the way until now, it has exceeded its limit, and at this moment, it fell to the ground with a bang, and could no longer move forward. There were several pursuers behind her, who had signaled a quarter of an hour earlier, but her men had not yet arrived, and seemed to have stumbled.

Without a horse, she couldn't go far with a grown man, she had to stop and fight. Fang Wei herself was injured, and there was still bright red blood on her shoulders and arms, which melted with her dark clothes, as if they were just wet.

The screeching sound of weapons clashing came from the alley. "Hmm" with a muffled snort, Fang Wei was stabbed in the back, and the severe pain made her almost unable to hold the knife. Seeing that, a sharp knife pointed straight at her neck, and suddenly an iron arrow flew from the eaves and stabbed the opponent's neck. Then, several sharp arrows burst through the air, and many of those who were chasing Fang Wei fell to the ground.

Fang Wei glanced over, and several masked men in black suits were half-hidden in the darkness with crossbow machines in their hands. But with just one glance, she could be sure that these weren't her people!

Fang Wei became vigilant for a moment, and raised the long sword horizontally in front of him. "What people!" She asked sharply.

"Leave people behind, and let you live." The masked man in the lead said coldly.

Fang Wei's eyes narrowed, and he replied coldly: "Dreaming." ”

Inside the Pham Mansion

In the warm inner room, Fan Miaoshu knelt in front of the dressing table wearing a honey-colored robe with white narcissus, her long hair was scattered, and Fan Ying, the maid who combed her hair behind her, carefully combed her hair with a horn comb. The incense burner is lit with the night orchid sent before the summer model, and the room is full of fragrance.

Luo Ying walked to the door with a little maid holding a tray, there was a rock sugar bird's nest on the tray, and before entering the door, she took the tray herself, glanced at the little maid, and said, "You are waiting outside." ”

"Whoa." The little maid bowed her head and replied humbly.

Luo Ying entered the house, and immediately smiled, she knelt in front of Fan Miaoshu, gently placed the bird's nest cup on the dressing table, and said, "Madam, the bird's nest is fine." ”

Fan Miaoshu cherishes her face the most, and she spends a lot of time on maintenance every day, and the precious balms and balms are specially made, and all kinds of nourishing and nourishing products are provided without counting the cost. This daily bowl of bird's nest is just the tip of the iceberg.

Fan Miaoshu had something on her mind at the moment, and she took a spoon and skimmed the bird's nest in the glass cup, but she didn't move for a long time.

Luo Ying suddenly became apprehensive, and cautiously leaned up and asked, "Madam, is it because today's bird's nest is not in harmony with your appetite?" ”

Fan Miaoshu suddenly threw the spoon into the bowl, the collision of porcelain made a crisp "click" sound, and a few drops of soup splashed on Luo Ying's face, and Luo Ying's heart suddenly jumped like a drum. Fan Ying, who was combing her hair behind her, was also frightened, and she was even more at a loss for a while, not knowing whether she should continue or stop, and she froze for a moment and didn't dare to move.

"What about the people who sent out?" Fan Miaoshu asked in a deep voice. Although her voice was not loud, the fierceness of her words was terrifying.

"Mrs., I haven't replied yet, but I guess I'm coming back soon." Luo Ying knocked on the ground and replied.

"Presumably?" Fan Miaoshu repeated these two words, sneered, she slapped the table heavily, Fan Ying's hand shook, and accidentally pulled Fan Miaoshu's hair, and the comb fell to the ground, she was so frightened that she immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Fan Miaoshu let out a painful "hiss", she was already irritable, this pull made her angry and angry, coupled with the noisy begging for mercy, which made her more and more dissatisfied, swept a sharp eye knife, and said angrily, "Shut up, pull her out for me." With that, she pressed her temples, closed her eyes and suppressed her anger, "Noise! It's really noisy, and the rod is twenty years old."

As soon as the master spoke, Fan Ying was immediately gagged and pulled out, and the room instantly returned to calm, and even a trace of breathing could hardly be heard. At the same time, Mingyun was standing on the porch in a fox fur, witnessing all this.

Her indifferent eyes reflected the picture not far away, and she could see the maid's pleading and struggling. She recognized that it was her mother's hair-combing maid Fan Ying. Half a month ago, Mingyun praised her for her dexterity. Fan Ying was not dragged away from the main entrance, but dragged along the corridor to the backyard, just about to pass under the corridor.

"Wait a minute." Mingyun said coldly.

Hearing this, several minions immediately stopped their movements and knelt down to salute.

"What's wrong with her?" Mingyun asked.

A servant replied: "Returning to the little master, the maid Fan Ying dares to provoke Mrs. Unpleasant, and is about to be punished for disposal." ”

Fan Ying's mouth was gagged with strips of cloth, and her eyes were full of fear.

"What disposition?" Mingyun asked.

"Back to the little master, Madame means twenty rods." The leading minion replied.

"I've inquired." Mingyun said. She slowly stepped forward, looked at Fan Ying condescendingly, and said, "You also had a part in the execution of Aunt Bai that night." I heard that you had a holiday with your aunt, and you even took it personally. Mingyun reached out and pinched Fan Ying's chin, her fingers slowly retracted in, her nails were stuck in the flesh, and Fan Ying was in pain, she screamed "whining", as if to say "let me go".

"I heard that twenty strokes can kill people, so you should be careful when you attack." Mingyun let go of his hand and said to a few minions.

"What does the little master mean?" The slave stared at Mingyun's expression and didn't dare to speak.

"You know that the slave mother who did something wrong will not ask for it anymore, and in that case, it is better to be killed." Mingyun said with a smile.

What the little master said was the truth. But any maid who has been reprimanded with a rod will not be used by the lady anymore. The lady is the master, and the little master is also the master, and he doesn't dare not listen to what the two of them say. That being the case, it is better to obey orders.

"Oh, yes, the slave heard, and the slave obeyed."

Fan Ying shook her head desperately and whimpered, but was quickly dragged away by the powerful minions.

Mingyun was still standing under the porch, reaching out to catch a piece of snow falling from the sky.