Then Meng Wei used a tablecloth as a scarf for the snowman to wrap around his neck, as for the eyes, he used two balls of ink, the nose was a cherry, and the mouth was a banana.

After her mouth was settled, Meng Wei took a few steps back, looked at the masterpiece she had worked so hard to complete, and couldn't help laughing wantonly: "Little Hou Ye, do you think this snowman is very cute?" Why don't you give a name to the snowman, well, how about calling it Xiaoyuanzi? ”

"What's it called?"

Fang Yuan reflexively looked at him when he heard this name, Ye Zichuan was even more surprised and pointed at Fang Yuan, and then pointed at the cute snowman: "What did you just say this snowman is called?" ”

"Xiao Yuanzi, isn't this name good?"

Fang Yuan stroked the sword body and pulled out a little bit of the sword suddenly, the sunlight was directly reflected into Meng Wei's eyes through the sword body, making her subconsciously close her eyes and take a few steps back, so that she didn't feel dazzling.

With another 'brush', Fang Yuan put the sword back into the sheath and said lightly: "It's not good at all." ”

These days, I have long been accustomed to his cold attitude, Meng Wei is not afraid, and looked at Ye Zichuan with a smile: "Little Hou Ye, this snowman was built by slaves and Xiao Hou Ye together, and the name Xiao Yuanzi is also good, so let's call it this." ”

"Whatever you want."

Ye Zichuan didn't understand Meng Wei's fun of naming a lifeless 'snowman', but I have to say that this snowman pile is cute and novel, just like a New Year's doll, it has a cute feeling, and it adds a lively atmosphere for no reason.

In the past, there were a few Stewards Feng in the courtyard, and the courtyard was always lifeless and quiet, but after Meng Wei came, not only did the atmosphere become lively and lively, but even every time Meng Wei made something new, many people in the house were waiting to be close to Meng Wei, and the Sichuan Courtyard was also a lot more lively.

It's just that, she can do whatever she likes, and it's not his name anyway.

The joyful anger was still there, but soon, Meng Wei couldn't laugh, and the feeling of being a little red and even faintly hot from excessive contact with snow on her fingertips faded, and was gradually hit by the cold.

A gust of wind blew, Meng Wei couldn't help shaking her body, only to feel that her hands and feet were cold, and hurriedly ran into the study.

If it is cold and snowy outside, then it is not an exaggeration to say that this study is warm as spring.

The open space in the middle of the study was burned with charcoal, and the warmth that came to her face made Meng Wei sigh comfortably, and her hands subconsciously wanted to insert her pockets, but when she rubbed the air on the left and right, she realized that this was not a down jacket, the coat she was wearing was just two layers of cloth with some cotton wool sandwiched between them, and the cotton cloth was leaking, and it was not as warm as a down jacket.

"Weren't you afraid of the cold just now? Cowardly so soon? ”

Ha sighed at her hands, roasting by the fire, looking at Ye Zichuan who was walking idly, Meng Wei nodded spinelessly: "Slave maid is not too happy, I didn't feel cold just now, but now I feel that my teeth are chattering." ”

"Is this cold? What do you do when you wait until evening? ”

"At night? At night, I held the hand stove and made do with it. ”

Meng Wei only thought that Ye Zichuan said that it would be cold to sleep at night, if it was indeed cold before, but don't forget that she also got a lot of reward pine branch charcoal, as well as holding the jar with stuffy charcoal, it can be regarded as being able to sleep warmly until dawn.

But in the evening, Meng Wei realized how simple she had thought before.

After serving Ye Zichuan for dinner as usual, Ye Zichuan went to take a bath, and Meng Wei was about to go back to her room to burrow the quilt.

But she didn't expect to walk a few steps, and she saw Steward Feng appear, Meng Wei raised a natural smile, these days, because of her left and right, even Steward Feng smiled at her, and she got along with a few people in Chuanjuyuan.

Although Steward Feng is relatively low-key on weekdays and has not scolded many people, the small mirror in the Sichuan Courtyard is especially afraid of Steward Feng, and Steward Feng only needs to let the small mirror convey any orders, and rarely comes in person.

Meng Wei was puzzled for a moment, and then greeted her: "Steward Feng, the little marquis has already gone to bathe, who are you?" ”

"I'm looking for you, the weather has been getting cooler recently, and the little Hou Ye said that it was a little cold today, you have taken care of the little Hou Ye very well these days, and I am very relieved to hand over the little Hou Ye to you, so I will also hand over the matter of helping the little Hou Ye warm the quilt in the future."

"At that time, of course, the slave maid took care of the child" Halfway through speaking, Meng Wei suddenly realized Steward Feng's words, her eyes widened, and she pointed at herself in disbelief, "What did you just say?" Slave maid, how can slave maid help the little marquis warm the bed? ”

If you want to find it, you should also look for the rain butterfly, right?

Maybe Yudie will be happy when she listens to it.

"Why not?" Steward Feng said to himself, "In the past, this work was done by personal maids, but you also know that before you, many maids sent by Madame were sent out, so at present, only you are the most suitable, and Madame also agrees to this matter." ”

"However, the slave maid is only ten years old, and I didn't hear that Mrs. wants to let Yudie be the little marquis's roommate, how can Mrs. still be?"

"Where did you think you went?" Steward Feng couldn't help but smile when he heard this, "It's literal to let you warm the quilt, in order to be afraid that it will be cold when the little marquis enters the quilt, if you warm up for a while, you can go back to the house when the little marquis comes." ”

If Meng Wei drank water at the moment, I am afraid that when she hears such a 'literal meaning', I am afraid that she will really be unable to control the squirting.

"It's the slave who misunderstood, but how do you warm up?" Meng Wei said that she had no experience.

Steward Feng was more direct, took Meng Wei into Ye Zichuan's house, pointed to Ye Zichuan's big bed and said, "Go, people are in the bed, and you can go back when it's warm." ”

Speaking of winter, it is a happy thing to lie in the bed, but it takes courage when you first enter the bed, but fortunately, people have electric blankets or burn kangs, so they can't get cold.

Meng Wei stretched out her hand and stroked the cold bed, thought about it, or went to the kitchen to ask for a jar, made a stove by herself, and just hugged it and got into the quilt.

The bed was very soft and big, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood, which made Meng Wei curl up coldly, and at the same time, she subconsciously rubbed the edge of the quilt with her face, and sighed softly comfortably, this can be regarded as a soft pillow for a high bed, right?

With a large bed, she was able to sleep sideways.

Maybe it was the stove in her arms that had an effect, and Meng Wei only felt that her body was slowly warming.

After Ye Zichuan finished washing, he walked around the yard again, and saw that the snowman was still standing, without the slightest trace of melting, so he returned to the house with confidence.

Although there was a lamp burning in the house, Ye Zichuan didn't care, but when Steward Feng prepared a soothing tea for him again, he didn't want to step into the room, and saw a human-shaped arc on his bed that should have been flat, and the back of his head was facing away from him on the pillow he was familiar with.

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