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Hong Aya has been busy outside, in this cold winter, her body is freezing cold, Yang Qiuchi is distressed to hug her, Hong Aya curled up and didn't let Yang Qiuchi hug her, and grinned: "Master, Hong Aya is very icy, you can hug it when it warms up later, okay?" ”

"Fool!" Yang Qiuchi snorted lovingly, "I'll help you warm up, see if it freezes you, like an ice lump!" He hugged the body of the red silk ** into his arms. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hong Aya's cold little hand was on Yang Qiuchi's chest, it was really a little cold, Yang Qiuchi couldn't help but shiver, making Hong Aya giggle, wanting to leave a little distance, so as not to freeze him, but Yang Qiuchi was tightly held in his arms and couldn't move.

Hong Aya snuggled in Yang Qiuchi's arms, felt so warm, and said softly: "Master, you are so good to Hong Aya ......"

"It's stupid again, isn't it! It's all said, let's not call me lord in private, you have to call me by name, otherwise I will punish you! ”

"Oh~! Brother Akichi ......," Aya called softly shyly.

"That's right!" Yang Qiuchi kissed her cold face, "This ghost weather, it seems to be snowing." ”

"Yes, in the afternoon, I see that the sky is gloomy, and I'm afraid it will snow at night."

"It's snowing, a world of ice and jade, silver and white." Speaking of the ice and snow world, Yang Qiuchi couldn't help but think of Liu Ruobing's cold and beautiful face.

Hong Aya seemed to have guessed what Yang Qiuchi was thinking, hesitated for a moment, and plucked up the courage to ask, "Brother Qiuchi, senior Liu...... Senior Liu......" said two seniors in a row, but there was no follow-up.

Yang Qiuchi's arm made her pillow, held her in his arms, stroked her smooth back, and said, "Say whatever you want, the two of us, and there are no outsiders." ”

"Well," Yang Qiuchi said that there were no outsiders, which made Hong Aya dispel her concerns, "Senior Liu...... Whose child is she pregnant? ”

Yang Qiuchi was slightly shocked, how to answer this question? Except for Song Yun'er, no one knew that Liu Ruobing was pregnant with her own child, but if others asked, how could this be answered, this question, which she hadn't thought about carefully at the beginning, was suddenly so realistically placed in front of her.

In any case, Liu Ruobing and her own affairs must not be said, otherwise, I am afraid that Liu Ruobing will be forced away and I will never see her again. Yang Qiuchi said: "This ...... I don't know either...... We'd better not ask too much about the things of our predecessors. ”

Red Aya Bingxue was smart, nodded hurriedly, and snuggled obediently in Yang Qiuchi's arms.

Yang Qiuchi slid a devil's claw across Hong Aya's waist, touched her flat lower abdomen, and rubbed it: "Baby, we have to find a way to make this bulge." ”

Hong Aya smiled, raised her eyes, in the dark, a pair of Danfeng eyes were watery and shiny, and her sweet and glutinous voice was so tempting: "What can you do......?" ”

"What's the way...... It's coming soon! Yang Qiuchi turned over on the horse, pinched her plump breasts, and licked her red cherry-like ** in his mouth.

Red Aya let out an intoxicating moan, her body trembled slightly, and she murmured softly, "Brother Qiuchi...... Come in......"

Outside the window, at night, snowflakes fluttered and fell.

……

Chengdu hasn't had such a big snow in years.

In the early morning, the heavy snow that had been dancing all night had stopped, and the joyful shouts of children faintly heard in the distance woke Yang Qiuchi up. He opened his eyes in a daze, the sky was already bright, and the warm quilt in this winter night was a good sleep, and he slept until dawn.

"Aya~!" Yang Qiuchi muttered, there was no longer Hong Aya's warm body in the bed, Hong Aya always got up early, and when Yang Qiuchi woke up, the robe was warm, and the fragrant breakfast had been prepared.

Although Yang Qiuchi's voice was very soft, the red silk in the outhouse still heard it, and raised the thick curtain and walked in: "Master, you are awake!" It's really snowing, it's so snowy, the ground is all white, it's so beautiful! ”

When Yang Qiuchi heard this, he sat up bare and boneless, and a cool breeze got into the quilt, freezing him shivering, and quickly got into the quilt again.

Hong Aya covered her mouth and smiled, and hurriedly stuffed the warm underwear into Yang Qiuchi's quilt. Yang Qiuchi put on his underwear in the quilt, then lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, and served Yang Qiuchi neatly and put on his robe, and said: "Master, Miss Song has been here several times, and I didn't disturb you when I saw that you slept soundly." ”

"What is she doing early in the morning - forcing me to practice internal skills, what about her?"

"Having a snowball fight with the kids outside." "It's Lord Wu's children and some little playmates." ”

"Hah!" When Yang Qiuchi heard this, he screamed, opened the curtain and ran out, just opened the door of the outer room, and with a bang, a snowball was smashing on his head, and the cold snow went straight to his neck, and he swished cold, bent down and shook the snow in his neck.

I heard Song Yun'er and a few children giggling, and the little black dog was also barking happily in the yard. Before he could see the situation, several large and small snowballs flew over, some on him, some on the door.

Yang Qiuchi is not scared of snowball fights, he practiced a lot when he was a child, a cat's waist, grabbed a few handfuls of snow, rubbed it, and flew to Song Yun'er with a brush.

Song Yun'er didn't hide, the snowball bloomed on her shoulder, like a beautiful snow lotus.

Hong Aya grinned and helped Yang Qiuchi fight back with a snowball at Song Yun'er and the children, and for a while, the garden was full of playful laughter.

At this time, Nangong Xiong hurriedly walked in and whispered a few words in Yang Qiuchi's ear, Yang Qiuchi was stunned, and then his face was happy, and he beckoned to Song Yun'er.

Song Yun'er knew that something was wrong, so she asked the children to play somewhere else, and then ran over happily and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?" ”

"The personable, literate and martial artist Mr. Kuang Mi Kuang you said is back and is worshipping Miss Wu Qiaozhen in the mourning hall."

"Oh! Let's go, let's get him! Song Yun'er said happily, holding Yang Qiuchi's hand and about to leave, but seeing that Yang Qiuchi didn't move, she was a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong?" Let's go! Catch that Kuangmi! ”

"Catch him? Why arrest him? He is a Jinshi, and his father is a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, so how can he be arrested without real evidence? ”

Song Yun'er was stunned: "He...... He's the biggest suspect! ”

Yang Qiuchi shook his head: "It's just a suspicion, there is no sufficient evidence, and you can't move him, and you can't move him." ”

"What then? Watching him get away with it? ”

"You don't have evidence that someone has committed a crime, so how can you say that they are at large? Hehe, it's not enough to judge a case based on feelings alone. Yang Qiuchi patted the back of Song Yun'er's hand, "However, this Kuang Mi is indeed very suspicious of a crime, and we have to check it out." But be quiet, lest you startle the snake. ”

Yang Qiuchi took care of Hong Aya for a few words, and took Song Yun'er, Nangong Xiong and other guards out of the courtyard gate. This is the compound of the political envoy's internal government, and it is protected by Xia Ping's female escort, no problem.

The little black dog jumped and chased a few steps, and Red Aya whistled, and the little black dog reluctantly returned to Red Aya's side.

The mourning hall is located in the hall in front of the inner office, and Yang Qiuchi and they live in the back garden, and they have to pass through the wide entire inner hall to get to the front mourning hall.

Yang Qiuchi walked along the garden path with the creaking snow. On a long corridor, I saw that the railing was covered with a layer of snow, and a plum tree by the pond outside the corridor was embellished with snow, which was extraordinarily enchanting, so I dragged out my voice, shook my head and chanted the "Wangxue" of the early Tang Dynasty:

The silver flower bead tree dawns to see,

The first time you wake up with a hangover, it's twice as cold.

It's like Wang Gong is like a crane,

The railing is still a jade railing.

"The lord is so interested!" A girl's voice came from the corridor in front, and although it was crisp and pleasant, it was a little vulgar.

Yang Qiuchi turned to look, a woman in her early twenties was standing at the corner of the corridor, wearing a pink dress and a silver-gray fox fur, smiling and leaning on the railing, holding a stove in her arms, followed by two little maids.

Presumably Wu Ciren's concubine. Yang Qiuchi looked at her with a smile.

The woman approached slowly, and her walking posture was very sultry, and it was obvious that this walking posture was a kind of naked temptation for men.

When the woman walked to Yang Qiuchi's side, Yang Qiuchi took a look, this woman looked like a peugeot, but her expression made people look very uncomfortable, and people couldn't help but think of the smiling appearance of the woman in the Qinglou.

The woman twisted her body and gave Yang Qiuchi a delicate salute: "Sir, get up early!" ”

Yang Qiuchi returned the salute: "The girl also got up early." "I don't know if it's Wu Ciren's concubine, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense.

The woman laughed loudly, her voice sharp and loud, and the red plum by the pond trembled.

Yang Qiuchi couldn't help frowning, if this person was Wu Ciren's concubine, it would be too bad, how could this Wu Ciren's dignified political envoy from the second rank find such a frivolous woman.

"Sir, I'm afraid you don't know who I am, right?" The woman's eyes fluttered, and she sent Yang Qiuchi an autumn wave lightly.

Yang Qiuchi nodded and did not speak.

"The cheap concubine Hua Xiangrong is the fourth aunt of our master."

Yang Qiuchi remembered that yesterday the house slave Zhang Zhaocai once said that Wu Ciren only gave birth to sons from the fourth and fifth aunts, so this woman should be the one who gave birth to the first son for this family. No wonder it's so arrogant.

Hua Xiangrong walked in front of Yang Qiuchi, almost sticking to him, and a strong aroma went straight to Yang Qiuchi's nose.

I don't know if it's because of the cold and irritation, or because of her strong aroma, Yang Qiuchi felt itching in his nostrils, and almost sneezed on Hua Xiangrong's face, shrugged his nose, but still held back.

(To be continued)