In the Chinese New Year's Eve, the Jingfu was lit up with lights, and the bright red scenery reflected the sound of firecrackers outside the mansion, and the taste of the year was also strong.

Nan Mo also changed into new clothes at this moment, a peach-colored jacket, the most common clothes issued to the girls in Jingfu.

Nan Mo remembered that Mingqin had to circle around her several times in the morning, saying that this tacky style jacket was also unique to wear on her. Nan Mo didn't dare to compliment, and couldn't cry or laugh at Mingqin's words, but it made Ya'er, who was in the same room, unhappy.

Soon, bursts of blessings pulled Nan Mo back from his thoughts.

"I wish the old man a long and healthy life and a long life."

"I wish Aunt Fang a long melon, and Erchang Erwen."

"I also wish Aunt Hou to give birth to a little young master, there is hope in this Jingfu."

The subordinates have sweet mouths, and the masters are respectful, and no one can be offended.

Fang Clan gritted his teeth secretly, the melon was long? All of them said it nicely, who knows if she was mocking her behind her back for not being able to give birth to a son.

Master Jing placed the New Year's banquet in the flower hall of the Great Flower Garden, in order to spread it wide, so that the people in the house could also be happy with the masters. The four sides of the flower hall have been arranged with fireplaces in advance, and there are earth dragons, and it is even warmer than ordinary rooms at this moment.

It's just that the old lady didn't come, but only said that she was not feeling well and rested in the room.

In the flower hall, for a while, it was the sound of the girls chattering. On the day of the New Year, Master Jing didn't feel annoyed, and even felt that the celebration was tight. He couldn't help but beckon the daughter of his younger brother, who had come to visit the Jing family a few days ago, to sit beside him.

Yao Xue, as her name suggests, has a quiet smile and a harmless face, and when she heard this, she said: "How dare I compete with Sister Mi'er for my uncle's favor?" ”

Obediently retreating to the second place, Master Jing was very satisfied with this niece's interest and nodded.

Nan Mo remembered that Mingqin said that the eldest young master would also attend tonight's New Year's banquet, and his palms began to sweat. Although more than half a month has passed, she still vividly remembers the situation when she put the knife on Jing Mohuai's neck.

Nan Mo dared to pack a ticket, if someone dared to do this to herself, even if the other party turned into ashes, she would find out as soon as possible.

But the calm of this period of time made her relax, thinking that the Fang clan was afraid that the original plan would be revealed and erase the traces of murder. But I can't stand the inevitable meeting with the eldest young master of Jingfu today.

Although the old lady was grateful for saving her life that day, she would not return the life of her grandson. She didn't deliberately hide her appearance that day, as long as Jing Mohuai attended this New Year's banquet, her original behavior would be revealed to the world.

However, this eldest young master is not very favored, and Nan Mo can also think of it, after all, he is not good at it. Master Jing is a good-looking person, probably because he thinks that such a son can't take it, so he can't see it out of sight and out of mind, so that the people in the house are slack.

The dishes on the table are becoming more and more abundant, and Nan Mo also saw the beautiful lady who usually chattered on the lips of the old lady.

Just thinking about it, at the corner of the verandah, a man in plain clothes slowly walked in front of him pushing a wooden wheelchair. is obviously in the midst of laughter, but it is not vulgar, and it is as warm as jade. He has no cloak or hood today. Men's clothing is too thin, and the thinness makes people feel that their faces are also thin.

The place where Nan Mo stood was not out of place, it was next to the pillar behind the Hou family, but the man in plain clothes, all the way, cold, cold, or gentle afterglow swept over the people in the flower hall, but he never stared at anyone.

Nan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, maybe his original absurd behavior didn't enter the eyes of this young master at all.

"The eldest young master is here, and I will also say hello to the master and my aunt? No, it's like an unruly. ”

Fang's head and brainlessness came to say, Nan Mo still felt strange, this kind of tone, as long as a normal person is not stupid. You won't run on the late concubine of the main house in the house like this, right? It's not worth it to have a reputation for being jealous and mean.

But looking around, the subordinates of Jingfu didn't seem to be surprised.

Jing Mohuai didn't say a word, and Master Jing frowned, "What's the matter, I can't afford to be your gift as a father?" ”

"Master Jing thinks I can still bow to you with this gesture?"

Jing Mohuai lowered his eyes, obviously he was docile and unspeakable, but it made Master Jing's anger rise in an instant.

Obviously, he touched the old man's moldy head, and Master Jing didn't care that Jing Mi was still sitting next to him, so he got up regardless of it, used all his strength, and slapped Jing Mohuai's side face.

The wheelchair couldn't bear such a big force, and the people behind were afraid of harming the pond fish and quickly dodged it, and the bamboo strips around the flower hall were only a thin layer, and the wooden wheelchair slid out of the flower hall along the force.

"Young Master." Ersheng went to stop him, but he was surrounded by Master Jing's people.

"Who dare to help?" Old Man Jing's eyes were red and he yelled.

The people trembled.

Yao Xue bit her lower lip stubbornly, at this time, if she opened her mouth, it would be unpleasant for Master Jing and Aunt Fang. She Yao Xue sent people under the fence, even if she wanted to be strong, she had to take care of her identity.

His legs were not forced, and his entire body fell from the running wheelchair into the snow.

He smiled extremely arbitrarily, and the red plums in the snow were gorgeous, and his plain clothes were soaking. Blood dripping from the corners of the lips. Red is blood, white is snow.