After walking for a while, Chen Shao sweated. He raised his hand to loosen the tie of the big coat, and was about to take off his clothes, when he suddenly felt the figure in front of him shake, and when he looked up, he saw an old face.

It is the line of reeds.

He returned home from the other end of the long alley, and happened to face to face with Chen Shao.

"Say hello to the master." As soon as he saw Chen Shao, Xingwei immediately bowed his waist, his hands were folded outside his sleeves, and his five fingers were red from the cold.

Chen Shao nodded lightly, and there was a warm smile on his handsome face: "It's a coincidence, I'm looking for you." He looked at him again, his eyes narrowing slightly: "You just came back from outside?" ”

"Yes, sir." Xingwei spoke on the wall, and raised the burden in his hand, with a flattering face: "Madame wants to buy paper and pencils, and Steward Luo will explain it to the slave." The slave always goes to the paper and ink shop, and he is familiar with those shops, and Steward Luo said that it is appropriate for the slave to do this errand. ”

"That's really hard for you." Chen Shaowen said, untied his clothes, and put it on the crook of his arm.

Xing Wei hurriedly said: "The master has tormented the minion, this is what the slave should do." He took a few steps forward: "Master, the slave will take the clothes for you." ”

"No, I'll just take it myself." Chen Shao turned sideways to avoid it and stepped forward.

Xingwei fell two steps behind him, and occasionally looked up, and saw that Chen Shao was only a simple white jacket, and the sleeves of his robe were filled with wind.

Xing Wei's eyes crossed with a trace of coldness.

"What, you have something to say?" Chen Shao said suddenly, and didn't look back.

A very light voice, just like his pale back, has a kind of crumbs that penetrate into his bones: "If you don't talk nonsense, don't look at me with such eyes, disgusting." ”

He dusted off his robe, twisted his fingertips twice, like twisting away a speck of dust, and chuckled: "I said, does your master know that you are like this in front of me?" ”

He turned his head sharply, his eyes shivered, and he swung around Xingwei: "Or, I'll mention it to your master another day?" ”

Xing Wei's face changed when he landed.

Chen Shao laughed happily, and deliberately raised his eyebrows: "What, are you afraid?" ”

Xing Wei quickly lowered his head, and his voice was cold: "The slave doesn't dare." ”

Chen Shao stared at him for a while, then turned around, flexed and stretched his fingers behind his back twice, and popped out a soft sound: "This is decent." Be your minion, don't take care of what you shouldn't do, don't care. ”

"What the master taught me is that the slave knows his mistakes." Xingwei bowed.

As he spoke, the door of the mansion was already in front of him, and on the more than ten levels of the platform, two black lacquer doors were half-covered.

Chen Shao said "hmm" and walked up the stairs.

Because he went out of the house, the door guard did not dare to stay away, he guarded the door behind the door, saw Chen Shao from afar, and hurriedly opened the door, smiling like a flower on his face, nodding his head: "The master is back." ”

"Thank you for your hard work." Chen Shao has a habitual gentle expression, a clear face, and a smile that is shallow, but it makes people feel kind.

"It's not hard, it's not hard, it's hard." The man laughed so hard that his eyes were almost gone, and he stood by the door with his waist bowed, letting in the pair of masters and servants, and waited until they were far away before closing the door.

The subtle "babbling" sound, coming from behind itself, is the sound of the household.

Chen Shao didn't look back, only walked forward, only a faint voice came behind him: "Follow me to the drizzle Xiaoxiang." ”

The drizzle of Xiaoxiang is Chen Shao's residence.

Xingwei knew that he was talking to himself, and responded respectfully, and the two silently passed through the bamboo path, and a blue lacquer moon gate in front of them was not closed, and the snow was full of steps.

Xingwei walked a few steps quickly, stepped forward to push open the door, stood on the side of the door, and said in a respectful voice: "Master, please." ”

Chen Shao nodded with a smile, stepped into the threshold, and Qiao'er had already heard the sound of Xingwei, walked out of the house, and walked to the door, and said with a smile: "The master came back so quickly." ”

Chen Shao also smiled: "No, I wanted to go outside for a walk, but it was difficult to walk only in the snow, and then I thought about it, isn't it better to enjoy the snow around the fireplace than to walk blindly?" And I came back again. ”

Qiao'er pursed her lips and smiled, took the robe with the crook of his arm, took it in his hand and slapped it a few times, and said softly: "The master came back just in time, the food is warming on the stove, can the master use it now?" Because of the cold weather, the kitchen boiled an extra kind of tonic soup, and the maids all received it, the same is the pigeon soup simmered with medicinal herbs, the same is quail soup, the master wants to taste it? ”

In her crisp voice, several people had already walked to the bottom of the corridor, Chen Shao sat on the embroidery pier by the door, and immediately a small servant stepped forward to help him remove the clogs for stepping on the snow, and put on the soft-soled cloth shoes that he usually wears.

Chen Shao stood up, kicked his feet on the felt a few times, stepped on the cloth shoes tightly, and said softly: "It's still quail soup, lighter, you can take the pigeon soup and divide it, don't take more dishes, one meat, one vegetable, two things, you can just look at it." ”

He stood up, personally opened the cotton curtain, and then turned his head and commanded gently: "Don't be in a hurry to eat first, I have something to tell Xingwei, you all retreat." ”

Qiao'er was busy, hung up his clothes and went to the east room, and then retreated to the corridor with all the servants, and Chen Shao and Xingwei went to the west room.

The room was quite quiet, and there was silver frost charcoal burning in the charcoal basin in the corner, and the charcoal fire was half warm, and the warmth was only a little, but it was not too cold.

Chen Shao took his robe and sat down on the official hat chair, and raised his hand: "Pour tea." ”

"Yes, sir." Xingwei answered, and his voice was very attentive.

There was a copper kettle sitting on the stove outside, and he went out to pour tea, and when he poured it down, it was just eight points full, and he took a tray and put it into the house.

"Put it on the front of the window, I'll drink it later." Chen Shao said, his hair was scattered in a bun, the black silk hung down his shoulders, and a few ink lines were drawn on the white jacket.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

It was the same question when Fang was outside the door, however, the tone was much colder.

Xingwei lowered his head, and his voice was very low: "I took the letter." He dug a few times into his sleeve and pulled out a wax pill.

The wax pill was not white, but a rare crimson color, a heavy mass of red, with some oily shine on the surface, which was both strange and gorgeous.

"This is written by the master himself." Walking on the reed, he handed over the wax pill with both hands.

Chen Shao took it, lowered his eyes, pushed the wax pill with his fingertips and swirled it in the palm of his hand, hooking his lips: "Well, the mark on it is still there, so it can be seen that you haven't peeked." ”

Xing Wei's face was expressionless.

The surface of the crimson wax pill has very special markings, which are difficult to imitate, and usually the handwritten letter of the master is sealed here, also to prevent someone from changing or peeking at it.

"I will not peek at the letter of my master, but I will only read your letter. This is also what the master commanded. Xingwei said coldly, and took half a step back: "Look at the letter, this mark is exactly what it means 'urgent'." ”

Chen Shao didn't seem to hear it, but just played with the wax pill.

The crimson, huge candle tears, swirling between his slender fingers, crimson and blue and white intertwined, had a strange beauty.