The cold wind from the north acted recklessly in Huai'an, hooking the nine days of jade flocculent to press the green pine, occupying the huge atrium in front of the hospital, not mentioning, and waking up the good sleeping red plum that should have been sleeping on the branches early, and asked it to test the color with the frost chrysanthemum.

The first snow of the year came earlier than usual.

The white charcoal in the pavilion was wrapped with red light, like a woman with ice muscles and jade bones wearing a red veil, and the closer to the red furnace, the more you could feel the heat.

Shen Zhihe was leaning on Su Yuxin's soft pillow, leaning against the window and pinching the needle twisting and turning, Pi Li Yangqiu, embroidering her begonias.

And a thick velvet blanket has already been laid on the couch, and Shen Zhihe is afraid of the cold, and everyone knows it.

"Young lady, please use it."

Ying'er knelt on the ground and boiled tea, picked the new plum stained with the first snow, the fragrant plum rui, the water in the cup, and the tea took the clouds and mist of Lushan, which was the world's romance.

She boiled a lamp, whisked it until it was applicable, and then served it to Shen Zhihe.

Shen Zhihe put the embroidered thing in his hand on the case, rubbed his sour eyes, and then took the tea offered by Ying'er with one hand, rested his elbow on the desk with the other, and supported his sideburns with the back of his four fingers, and glanced at Ying'er:

"What happened near dawn, all I remember was the noise outside."

Ying'er took away the scattered threads on a few cases and blinked: "The slave only listened to the discussion of the little maid below, saying that it was the one from the Guan Mansion next door...... It seems to be making trouble. ”

Shen Zhihe paused when she twisted her hand on the lid, her eyes flashed with a flash of light, she sent tea into her throat, her eyelids drooped, and she couldn't see her expression clearly:

"What's wrong?"

The cloud tent of the cabinet was lifted, and the few sounds that Ying'er just wanted to overflow her throat were blocked, and the two looked at it, and it was Li who entered with a pastry.

Li respectfully bowed down, then brought two plates of pastries to the table, and carefully wiped the shiny little silver skewers.

Shen Zhihe's face did not move, and he handed the empty lamp to Ying'er, motioning for her to continue.

"I heard that the girl of the Guan family did not return overnight, but she was in a hurry, and when she returned home alone at dawn today...... Still smelling of alcohol. ”

Ying'er glanced at Li Shi quietly, three points of disdain flashed in her eyes, but she didn't show it in the end, and the last few words were suppressed and said very softly.

Li Shi was a sensible child, he hunched his waist and took a few steps back, found an open space next to the place where Ying'er was making tea, knelt on the ground, and concentrated on grinding the flower juice.

"Didn't return all night, full of alcohol?"

Shen Zhihe bit her tone carefully, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at Li Shi who was some distance away from the charcoal stove in the corner, and then retracted her gaze for a moment, biting her lip out of some bright color:

"Is her reputation really unwanted?"

Ying'er sneered, and used the small silver skewer to pick the small plum blossom-shaped pastry on the table and handed it to Shen Zhihe:

"I heard that Master Guan lost his temper a lot, and he also issued a death order not to allow anyone to be exposed, but early this morning, the story of Miss Guan's dispute with someone in the restaurant spread throughout Huai'an."

Shen Zhihe took the small silver skewers, took a small bite, it was so sweet that she was greasy, she frowned and swallowed, then put aside the silver skewers, Ying'er was busy serving a cup of tea, Shen Zhihe drank it, and the greasy taste dissipated a little.

She coughed lightly, and put up the slits in the window, and in an instant it was the cold winter wind that blew in, which was cool and penetrating to the bones, but it also made people sober up a little.

"Why the dispute?"

Shen Zhihe tightened the blanket on his body, glanced at Ying'er, and asked.

The cold wind from the north acted recklessly in Huai'an, hooking the nine days of jade flocculent to press the green pine, occupying the huge atrium in front of the hospital, not mentioning, and waking up the good sleeping red plum that should have been sleeping on the branches early, and asked it to test the color with the frost chrysanthemum.

The first snow of the year came earlier than usual.

The white charcoal in the pavilion was wrapped with red light, like a woman with ice muscles and jade bones wearing a red veil, and the closer to the red furnace, the more you could feel the heat.

Shen Zhihe was leaning on Su Yuxin's soft pillow, leaning against the window and pinching the needle twisting and turning, Pi Li Yangqiu, embroidering her begonias.

And a thick velvet blanket has already been laid on the couch, and Shen Zhihe is afraid of the cold, and everyone knows it.

"Young lady, please use it."

Ying'er knelt on the ground and boiled tea, picked the new plum stained with the first snow, the fragrant plum rui, the water in the cup, and the tea took the clouds and mist of Lushan, which was the world's romance.

She boiled a lamp, whisked it until it was applicable, and then served it to Shen Zhihe.

Shen Zhihe put the embroidered thing in his hand on the case, rubbed his sour eyes, and then took the tea offered by Ying'er with one hand, rested his elbow on the desk with the other, and supported his sideburns with the back of his four fingers, and glanced at Ying'er:

"What happened near dawn, all I remember was the noise outside."

Ying'er took away the scattered threads on a few cases and blinked: "The slave only listened to the discussion of the little maid below, saying that it was the one from the Guan Mansion next door...... It seems to be making trouble. ”

Shen Zhihe paused when she twisted her hand on the lid, her eyes flashed with a flash of light, she sent tea into her throat, her eyelids drooped, and she couldn't see her expression clearly:

"What's wrong?"

The cloud tent of the cabinet was lifted, and the few sounds that Ying'er just wanted to overflow her throat were blocked, and the two looked at it, and it was Li who entered with a pastry.

Li respectfully bowed down, then brought two plates of pastries to the table, and carefully wiped the shiny little silver skewers.

Shen Zhihe's face did not move, and he handed the empty lamp to Ying'er, motioning for her to continue.

"I heard that the girl of the Guan family did not return overnight, but she was in a hurry, and when she returned home alone at dawn today...... Still smelling of alcohol. ”

Ying'er glanced at Li Shi quietly, three points of disdain flashed in her eyes, but she didn't show it in the end, and the last few words were suppressed and said very softly.

Li Shi was a sensible child, he hunched his waist and took a few steps back, found an open space next to the place where Ying'er was making tea, knelt on the ground, and concentrated on grinding the flower juice.

"Didn't return all night, full of alcohol?"

Shen Zhihe bit her tone carefully, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at Li Shi who was some distance away from the charcoal stove in the corner, and then retracted her gaze for a moment, biting her lip out of some bright color:

"Is her reputation really unwanted?"

Ying'er sneered, and used the small silver skewer to pick the small plum blossom-shaped pastry on the table and handed it to Shen Zhihe:

"I heard that Master Guan lost his temper a lot, and he also issued a death order not to allow anyone to be exposed, but early this morning, the story of Miss Guan's dispute with someone in the restaurant spread throughout Huai'an."

Shen Zhihe took the small silver skewers, took a small bite, it was so sweet that she was greasy, she frowned and swallowed, then put aside the silver skewers, Ying'er was busy serving a cup of tea, Shen Zhihe drank it, and the greasy taste dissipated a little.

She coughed lightly, and put up the slits in the window, and in an instant it was the cold winter wind that blew in, which was cool and penetrating to the bones, but it also made people sober up a little.

"Why the dispute?"

Shen Zhihe tightened the blanket on his body, glanced at Ying'er, and asked.

Shen Zhihe took the small silver skewers, took a small bite, it was so sweet that she was greasy, she frowned and swallowed, then put aside the silver skewers, Ying'er was busy serving a cup of tea, Shen Zhihe drank it, and the greasy taste dissipated a little.

She coughed lightly, and put up the slits in the window, and in an instant it was the cold winter wind that blew in, which was cool and penetrating to the bones, but it also made people sober up a little.

"Why the dispute?"

Shen Zhihe tightened the blanket on his body, glanced at Ying'er, and asked.