"Jiao Niang, do you really want to stay in my Manchun Courtyard in the future?"

"Yes."

"This Manchun Courtyard is a place of fireworks, and it's a little inappropriate for you to stay here."

"Changqing, my parents are gone, the Shen family is gone, what identity do I have?"

"I don't even have a home, what identity do I have to talk about? In this huge capital, I only have you. ”

Jiao Niang's eyes were hollow, staring at a certain place stupidly, and said lightly.

Changqing sighed, took off the fluffy cloak on his back, put it on Jiao Niang's back, and walked into the Spring Courtyard with her shoulders in his arms.

It was Bingyue now, but the clothes on Jiao Niang's body were still thin feathers, and Chang Qing stretched out a hand to hold Jiao Niang's cold palm.

"Changqing, it's good to have you."

Changqing looked at the tip of Jiao Niang's nose being frozen red, but she looked grateful.

"I don't raise idlers in this Manchun Courtyard, you have to work."

"Okay." Jiao Niang did not hesitate and agreed.

Changqing couldn't help but ask when he saw her answer so refreshingly.

"Why are you so cheerful, not afraid that I will let you pick up guests?"

Jiao Niang smiled lowly, "Don't be afraid, because I know Changqing won't do this." ”

Changqing also smiled, "You girl." ”

Changqing took Jiao Niang to the backyard of Manchun Courtyard and settled her.

"Jiao Niang, you will be in this backyard in the future."

Jiao Niang nodded meekly, and Changqing walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Changqing." The lady called.

Changqing turned around, his eyes were full of tenderness, his eyebrows were smiling, and he stared at Jiao Niang like this.

Jiao Niang knew that she was going to greet the guests.

"Changqing, the former Jiao Niang is dead."

Jiao Niang sat on the stone bench, put her hands on her knees, held a soup woman in her hand, and said lightly to Changqing, who was smiling at the gate of the courtyard.

Changqing hooked his lips and smiled, twisted his waist and walked out of the courtyard gate.

Jiao Niang hugged Tang Pozi, sat quietly on the stone bench, and watched Changqing's figure go farther and farther, and then show it around the corner.

After a long time, a light snow gradually drifted in the sky, and the soup woman in Jiao Niang's hand was already cold.

She didn't seem to notice it, it was still the same look and posture that Changqing had when she left.

The light snow falling from the sky slowly fell on the bridge of her small nose, and the cold touch brought her back to her senses.

She reached out and touched the bridge of her nose and looked up at the sky.

smiled bitterly, hugged the cold soup woman in his hand, and walked into the wing.

Jiao Niang sat by the window in the room, looking up at the sky slightly.

The tranquility of the backyard contrasts sharply with the extravagance of the frontyard.

"How? Big brother, is this heating place I looking for? In the cold winter, women are the best way to keep warm. ”

There was a sultry smile on the corner of Dugu Jueyu's mouth, and his two hands kept wandering back and forth on the woman in his arms.

"Don't forget who you are." Dugu Nagano, who was sitting on the side, sat alone, exuding a cold aura around him, and looked at Dugu Jueyu who was hugging left and right on the side.

Dugu Jueyu coughed, let go of the women in his arms, and motioned for them to leave.

The girls left obediently, and Dugu Jueyu sat closer to Dugu Nagano.

"Don't worry, big brother, if you don't say it, I won't say it, who knows our identity."

Dugu Jueyu propped his head and watched the girls not far away standing on the hook railing, twisting their waists and dancing.

"Next time you come to this kind of fireworks place, don't call me." Dugu Nagano said coldly.

Dugu Jueyu sighed, "Alas, the peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost." ”

After speaking, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all.