This year's winter was much colder than usual, and it snowed for several days in a row, and the government had to clear the snow from the ground every day.

Because of the death of the Empress Dowager, the entertainment activities of the entire Daqin were all canceled, and Kyoto City was even stricter, the original Spring Festival activities and gatherings were all prohibited, and the entire Kyoto City was extremely deserted, and the Zheng family was also cautious, everything was very quiet, and everyone was very quiet in this atmosphere.

"Miss, during this time, the Huan Lou and several restaurants have closed, and the business of the cloth village and rouge shop is not very good, except for the orders that have been placed a long time ago, there are no new orders at all." In Zheng Wan's house, Qiu Qi took the account book to Zheng Wan. My brother said it would be fine, after all, it was only a temporary difficulty. ”

"Your brother is right, after the New Year, after the fifth birthday of the God of Wealth, this ban will be lifted, business will naturally improve, and our money will be enough to survive this time." Zheng Wan said while flipping through the account book.

What the young lady said was that in a few days, Zheng Shouyun would be back. What are the Miss's plans? ”

Zheng Wan stopped, "Twelve Mansions." He muttered softly, "Let's wait and see, are there any of our people in our house who have arranged for us to come in?" ”

"Yes, but not much, five, one for each of the three ladies, one for the kitchen, and one for the rough servant, I'll sort out the list and send it over later."

"Draw one to spy on him, don't let any moths come out, after all, it's a person from the Twelve Mansions, it's better to be careful. But come to think of it, the father and the fourth uncle should be measured, and in front of them, Feihe should still be too tender. Zheng Wan closed the account book, opened the secret grid in the bookcase, and put it in. The people who have stepped up their efforts to cultivate themselves in the Huanlou, the word loyalty is precious, and to find out everyone's heart, I think that person should be very good at this. ”

He invited the young lady to discuss some plans for the lunar year.

"When?"

"The fifth day of the first month."

"Okay, you go ahead and arrange it."

"No." Qiu Qi slowly exited the house.

In the evening, Ning Yan took a carriage back home along the official road, the carriage was covered with a thick layer of softness, the carriage window was tightly sealed, and a trace of wind could not seep in, Zheng Ling still felt a little cold, his hand covered the warm bag, it was still a little warm, this weather was really cold. If I can't come out, I will never want to come out, but my identity as a saint has to go to the National Teacher's Mansion to report once a day. It's just that during this time, the performance of the national teacher has become more and more strange. Ning Yan couldn't help but recall the appearance of today's national teacher, and his jade pendant had been hot, this was wrong, very wrong. Ning Yan frowned involuntarily, recalling today's strange events.

"National teacher?" Early this morning, Ning Yan went to meet the National Teacher first according to the usual etiquette, the only difference was that he was a little early this morning, but the sound from the house was very strange, the sound of chewing and swallowing were intertwined, which was not quite like the behavior of ordinary people.

Ning Yan was puzzled, and he didn't say much, he kicked the door open with just one foot, and the scene that passed by inside was not real. The strong light stabbed Ning Yan's eyes, and Ning Yan subconsciously closed his eyes, "National Teacher? ”

"How?" The national teacher's voice showed a hint of panic, but he would soon recover.

"Zheng Ling has seen the national teacher." Ning Yan didn't continue to think about it.

The national teacher only looked up, "Oh." ”