"Niangniang, it's cold, you can stand for a while and go back to the palace, the little princess should also look for you." The maid behind her saw that the queen was in a bad mood, and came to persuade her, "It's about to be the New Year, don't get caught in the cold." ”

Like a cigarette head, he looked into the distance, looked at the quiet palace, and asked the person behind him: "You have been in the palace for decades?" ”

The old palace maid who has accumulated years of time responded: "Yes, when the emperor opened the country, the slaves and maids were there." ”

"In the past, when the Emperor Taishang sat in the three palaces and six courtyards, was this palace lively?" Smoke asked.

"Back to Niangniang's words, the slave maid still remembers that the second morning of Queen Taishang's first entry into the palace, this Taiye pool was full of concubines who came to meet the queen, with green shirts and red skirts, warblers and swallows, very lively." The palace maid replied.

Ruyan imagined the scene of the past, and sighed softly: "Naturally, it is lively, no matter what, it is more lively than now." ”

"But it's just a matter of watching the excitement." The palace maid said, "The imperial city is so big, as soon as the people disperse, there will be nothing, and when you return to the palace, you will be deserted." Although it looks deserted now, wherever you go, your heart is lively, what do you say? ”

Like smoke looked at her, thinking that this made her listen very comfortably.

"Niangniang, the slave maid said a lot, what you are worried about at the moment is a matter between you and the emperor after all, it doesn't work if you want to do it alone, and it doesn't work if you discuss it with others." The old palace maid said gently, "Niangniang, look, the emperor is here." ”

Like smoke turned around, I saw my husband walking slowly from a distance, the bright dragon robe was very dazzling in this snow, and on a cold day, he didn't wear a windbreaker, relying on his youth and not afraid of the cold, so he walked in the wind and snow.

"I see." Smoke whispered, lifted the hem of her skirt, and walked towards her husband.

In the blink of an eye, it is the end of the lunar month, every day from the front of the inn, are the people who rush home for the New Year, the business in the inn is gradually deserted, but the family is full of lights, paste couplets to write blessing words, the atmosphere of the New Year is becoming more and more lively.

Ling Chaofeng went to Qingling Village for Xiaowan and sent New Year's goods and silver taels to his father-in-law, and everything was fine at home, but Foreman Mu couldn't help but asked Ling Chaofeng about the whereabouts of the Qin family.

Ling Chaofeng told the truth, but he didn't say much else, he came back to discuss with Xiao Wanyi, Xiao Wan said: "Let him think for himself, let's not interfere, Sister Qin will also tell, she is now working to support the family, and she can still live well without a man." ”

Ling Chaofeng smiled faintly, but Xiaowan grabbed his arm and said, "But I can't live without Xianggong, without Xianggong, I can't live well, and I can't live." ”

"And how well are you alive now?" Ling Chaofeng hugged Xiaowan and gently held her cheek with one hand.

"I laugh and laugh every day, and my mouth is sour when I laugh." Xiaowan squinted her eyes, almost put the center of gravity of her body in her husband's arms, pouted slightly, like a kiss, and laughed, "But I can't help but want to laugh, I'm so happy every day." ”

They have experienced ups and downs together, and they are not happy every day, Xiaowan went to the mountains to look for her disappearance with her child, and secretly cried so much that her tears dried up because of Pei'er's disappearance. But because she survived every time, even if the pain had only happened for a short time, she was able to forget the pain completely.

"Tonight, I can't live without you." Ling Chaofeng held his wife's face and kissed it deeply.

Suddenly, the door was rushed open, Pei'er broke in, he just followed his grandfather back from the town, holding a colorful windmill in his hand, running fast The windmill can turn fast, and he went upstairs in a hurry, just to show his mother.

As a result, when he saw his father and mother kissing his mouth, the little guy suddenly smiled evilly, bared his fingers and pretended to cover his eyes, Xiaowan's cheeks were crimson, and he snorted lightly, Ling Chaofeng walked over and put his son on his shoulder, saying that he didn't want this stinky child, he was going to sell it.

The father and son were frolicking about to go downstairs, and suddenly seven or eight people came in at the door of the store, and one of them shouted, "Do you have clean rooms?" ”

Uncle Biao happened to be in the lobby, and the burly and domineering man stepped forward and scared the man into a tremble, but he seemed to be used to being domineering, so he still held on a little bit of confidence and said to Uncle Biao: "Our master wants to stay in the hotel, hurry up and clean up a clean guest room." ”

From behind him, a handsome and arrogant man walked out, looked the inn up and down, frowning slightly, and seemed not satisfied.

Originally, it was close to Chinese New Year's Eve, and the inn did not accept guests, or in the past, there were not many guests to stay at the hotel during the New Year, and Uncle Biao looked at them as difficult to deal with, and wanted to drive the guests away. But Ling Chaofeng came down from upstairs and said kindly, "How many rooms do you want for the guest officer?" ”

Upstairs, Xiaowan played with the windmill to make Xiaofei'er laugh, Pei'er looked outside, and then came back to tell her mother who was coming.

Xiaowan told her son to be obedient these days, not to go downstairs, especially not to follow strangers again.

"Does your ass still hurt?" She rubbed her son's buttocks, Pei'er twisted, fell into Xiaowan's arms, and said coquettishly, "Mother, when my younger brothers and sisters grow up, can you tell Daddy to stop spanking me?" ”

"Do you know shame?" Xiaowan gently ripped open her son's pants and looked at it, there was still a bruise that did not go away, so she rubbed it gently, but Pei'er writhed restlessly and said itchy.

This time, Xianggong really beat his son ruthlessly, God knows how he survived the days when Pei'er disappeared, don't blame him for being so angry, Xiaowan also felt that he should tell his son to remember the lesson.

She also repeated to her son every day, not allowing him to follow strangers again, and when Pei'er was impatient to listen, she was glared at by his father, and immediately became honest.

The warm little fat man was in his arms, Xiaowan was still a little trance and afraid, if Pei'er was really gone, how long could she last, or, would she gradually forget her sadness, and whether she would forget Pei'er in the future.

Downstairs someone going up the stairs, it is the guest staying in the hotel, Xiaowan held Pei'er in front of the door and looked through the crack in the door, the young man looked dignified, full of silk and satin, very rich.

Because they were all male guests, Ling Chaofeng personally entertained them, Su Su retreated to the back kitchen, and Xiaowan locked the door behind her, asking Pei'er to copy and study, she took care of the children, regardless of the things downstairs.

The boy lived in Yunpeng in the south, and his subordinates nested in a room on the north side, because the bed was not big enough, Uncle Biao came up with some bedding that was laid on the floor, and when he closed the door and withdrew, he heard the people inside say: "The little lady in the shop, have you seen it?" Guess if the little lady is the little concubine of the innkeeper. ”

Uncle Biao frowned, when he heard this, he knew that the person who came was not good, and returned to the back kitchen to tell Su Su, either don't come to work tomorrow, or bring Daqing with you, beware of some It's always right.

Aunt Zhang asked Su Su not to come, it was almost the New Year, and she should also go back to Zhang Luo's house.

In the lobby, Ling Chaofeng was standing behind the counter, and a gust of wind blew, biting cold. He wanted to close the back door, but as soon as he walked out of the back door, he saw a man in plain clothes, pale from the cold, walking around the inn, as if he was looking at something.

"Staying in a hotel, or eating?" Ling Chaofeng smiled kindly.

"Thank you, I don't have any money." The man said frankly, "You're very expensive here." ”

Ling Chaofeng had read countless people, and he had already weighed it in his heart, so he smiled and said: "On the occasion of the Chinese New Year, the inn is kind to people, and the guests come to stay in the hotel, and they give as much as they like, just invite them inside." ”

The man's eyes lit up, and he immediately said gratefully, "If there is a firewood house or something, just let me stay for one night to avoid the wind and snow." ”

Ling Chaofeng said kindly: "There are still many empty rooms, you come with me." ”

He came in with the man, closed the back door, and led him all the way upstairs, separating the group from two rooms on the north side, and giving the man the room at the other end.

As soon as he stepped into one leg, he withdrew it and said honestly: "Shopkeeper, this house is so decent, I really ......"

Ling Chaofeng said with a smile: "You look at the money, stay first, and I'll let someone bring hot water in a while." ”

When the guests entered the door, Ling Chaofeng turned around, and the person opposite just came out of Yunpeng and greeted Ling Chaofeng, he seemed to be surprised that there was a figure like Ling Chaofeng in this small place, so he said arrogantly: "My son is hungry, send some food." ”

Ling Chaofeng responded and walked downstairs slowly, but he didn't go to the kitchen to inform Uncle Biao of the food, but came out of the back door and followed the footsteps of the man in Fang Cai, until he came to the road where the front door came.

He stood in the wind with his hands in his hands, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, buried the man's footprints in snow, and turned back.