The two of them scolded and cried, Chunya and the stupid Dongzhi next to them hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them, a room of people pulled and pulled, Lin Shuang sat on the edge of the bed, and was knocked down to the side and no one helped him.

"Don't fight, don't fight!" Lin Shuang screamed, but she didn't dare to step forward to pull the fight, now their combat power was equivalent to a herd of bulls, and they could trample her flat.

She saw a few little heads sticking out of the door, and it was the little girls who were arranged by the Hou Mansion to serve in this small courtyard when they heard the sound and ran to see the excitement. Lin Shuang thought to herself that this was good, she was embarrassed and thrown into the Changxing Marquis Mansion, and it was estimated that these four little girls would have to be severely punished when she turned around.

Lin Shuang climbed out of bed, walked to the fan and asked the little heads: "Do you know where Mother Qiu and Mother Hua are?" ”

A little girl replied to her: "The two mothers are eating tea in the pantry." ”

Lin Shuang said: "This young lady, can you go and help me call the two mothers back?" ”

The little girls looked at each other and shook their heads: "Mother Song ordered us to stay in the yard." ”

An older girl outside probed and said, "Fourth grandmother, the slave will take you to find it." ”

Lin Shuang saw that this girl was born, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed more decently than ordinary girls, and had a silver hairpin on her head, presumably a girl with a bit of status in the house, so she nodded and agreed.

The girl went to the room and fetched a cloak and a hat for her to put on, and carried her out to find her two mothers.

It was snowing heavily outside the house, but there was no wind, so it was not cold, the air was very good, but it was snow-white everywhere, Lin Shuang's eyes were not used to it for a long time, she lay on the girl's shoulder, half-squinted, and was carried by the girl along the verandah.

After walking for a while, I passed through the two moon gates, and probably reached the periphery of this large courtyard, the verandah led to three paths, one to the courtyard of one moon gate, and one connected to the water corridor through the wind and rain pavilion and a large lake, I don't know where it led, and one connected to a colonnade.

The girl hugged Lin Shuang and walked to the colonnade, Lin Shuang saw that the house here was larger, and the decorations on the doors and windows were more exquisite than other places, not like a teahouse or something, so she asked, "Sister, where are we going?" ”

The girl carried her for such a long way, she was already tired and out of breath, and when she saw Lin Shuang asking, she smiled and said, "Isn't grandma looking for Mother Qiu and Mother Hua, the slave will take you to find it." ”

Lin Shuang said: "The two mothers are drinking tea in the tea room. ”

The girl gasped and said, "Yes, yes, I'll go to the teahouse to find it." ”

Lin Shuang said: "The teahouse is not going this way. ”

The girl said: "Then grandma pointed out a way for the slave maid, which way should the teahouse go?" ”

Lin Shuang didn't know which way the teahouse should go, but she felt that it should be in a slightly remote place, but she was afraid that it would be more troublesome to go to a remote place. The girl saw Lin Shuang's little face wrinkled, biting her lip and being embarrassed, so she giggled, hugged her and walked quickly for a while, and when she arrived in front of a row of houses, Lin Shuang looked up and saw the words "Juxian Hall" hanging on the lintel.

The door of the hall was open, Changxinghou sat on the Taishi chair at the top and drank tea leisurely, Song Shun'er stood below him, and on the other side sat a gray-bearded old man wearing a Taoist robe.

The girl carefully crossed the threshold, put Lin Shuang in the hall, and bowed out.

Lin Shuang saw that Changxinghou looked very atmospheric, with a long face, a high nose bridge, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the lines and contours of his face had become clear, and now he had changed into civilian clothes, and he looked younger than when he saw it on the street that day, probably sixteen or seventeen years old.

Changxinghou also looked at her carefully after Lin Shuang came in, and saw that the child was a little bigger, with small arms and legs, and a white and tender face, standing in the room without crying or making trouble, staring at him with big black eyes, and he liked it a little in his heart.