Gu Mu was wearing an ink-colored round-necked shirt, and the piece of crane-patterned white jade was still worn around his waist, he walked calmly, the old lady always looked at him, her grandson, the official to the Zhongshu Order, was the highest one in their Gu family's career in the past hundred years, and everyone praised him in Shangjing, warm as jade Gu Jia Erlang.

"Grandson greets grandmother." Gu Mu's voice was clear, his expression was gentle, and he had a faint smile.

The old lady raised her hand and motioned for him to approach: "I heard your mother say that the officials of Ming'er are only resting, why are you free today?" ”

Gu Mu sat beside the old lady, one left and one right with Rong Wen, and calmly replied to her grandmother's words: "The grandson is at fault, let the grandmother worry, and the filial piety of the younger generation has not been fulfilled." ”

The old lady held Rong Wen's hand and pouted at Gu Mu: "Look, before I even said him, I had already blocked the words back for me." That being said, the old lady's eyes were happy with the grandson's satisfaction.

Gu Mu's attitude was sincere: "Grandmother instructs, and grandchildren listen to it." ”

No matter how serious he was, the old lady was willing to really 'scold' him, and asked him what he had been busy with for many days, all of which was the concern of an elder for a younger generation.

Rong Wen listened boredly on the side, and wanted to tell her grandmother several times that she would go back to the Jingyin Courtyard first, but she seemed to be a little unable to interject, so she had to give up.

After more than half an hour, Rong Wen was like a cat catching mice, and finally seized the opportunity and said, "Grandmother, second cousin, I'll go back first." ”

The old lady looked out the window: "Yo, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it's white outside." She sighed: "I'm also a little tired, Guannan, the road is slippery in the snow, send your cousin back to her courtyard." ”

Rong Wen was about to say no, but Gu Muqing's voice replied to the old lady: "Grandmother, don't worry, I will send my cousin back." ”

Temperature: ......

To tell the truth, that snowy night, the man in front of her made her a little afraid, that fear was the instinct of the body, a kind of fear that penetrated into the bone marrow, the only few times she looked at him, she could only see the endless darkness in those deep eyes.

Nothing else.

Rong Wen was wearing a fox fur of the same color as Mei Jin'er, which was particularly in line with the snow, Ye Yi tied the cloak for her, put the hood on, and handed the warm soup woman to Rong Wen.

Gu Mu held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, looking at the dead branches in the distance with deep eyes, until Rong Wen was 'ready to go', he propped up the umbrella, and Rong Wen followed his steps and walked in the direction of Jingyin Courtyard.

Jing Si and Ye Yi followed from a distance, each thinking about it.

Jing Si felt that it was really embarrassing for his son-in-law, the old lady had spoken, and the son-in-law had to send it.

And Ye Yi was thinking, when she tied a knot with her girl, the second son looked away from afar, the more so, the more Ye Yi felt that the second son must have seen it that night in Merlin.

It is a manifestation of a weak heart.

Even if you don't see it, the moment the cloak on the girl's body falls, the wind blows, and the smell of the girl's body is sweet, and she smells it as a woman, let alone the second son.

There are bluestone roads along the way, and in some places people have already swept the snow, and in some places they have stepped on them and made a 'squeak' sound.

Under the painted bamboo oil paper umbrella, it was very silent.

Rong Wen wanted to find something to say, but she didn't know what she could say to him, just when she was upset, Gu Mu's voice sounded in her ears: "I heard my grandmother call my cousin 'Afan', and Afan is my cousin's nickname?" ”

Rong Wen bowed: "Grandmother said that she gave it to me when I was a child." ”

Gu Mu: "It's a good name." ”

Rong Wen took his words again and asked him symbolically: "The second cousin's words, but also grandmother?" There is a reason for Rong Wen to ask like this, in the Hengyuan Marquis Mansion, more than a few uncles and aunts obeyed their grandmother's words, and even Gu Shuyao's brother of hers was respectful to his grandmother.

She thought that her nickname 'Afan' was taken from Buddhist scriptures, and Gu Mu's expression 'Guannan' was also taken from Buddhist scriptures, and it was very likely that they were all given by her grandmother.

Gu Mu replied to her: "No." It was my grandfather who left a message to my father when he was still there, and when I was crowned, I took the word 'Guannan'. "He has a calm voice, which makes people listen to it very steadily.

Rong Wen had never met his grandfather, only heard his mother mention that his grandfather died when she was only five years old, but his mother said that his grandfather was a man worthy of the respect of the world.

The fine snowflakes are blown by the wind, although there are busy people everywhere in the Hou Mansion at this moment, this place seems to be extremely quiet, although the Jingyin Courtyard where Rong Wen lives is in the northernmost part of the Hou Mansion, it is not far from the Jing'an Hall of the old lady, the two have walked for a quarter of an hour, and Rong Wen saw the thick ancient locust tree in the Jingyin Courtyard from a distance.

Turning around the verandah, the snow on the bluestone slab has just been swept by the next person, at the moment there is only a shallow layer of dyeing on it, Rongwen is a little slippery under his feet, the most afraid of snow is this thin layer of snow on a snowy day, and the bluestone slab is already wet, the beautiful eyebrows and eyes are slightly twisted unconsciously, and the pace under his feet has slowed down a little.

Gu Mu looked at her sideways, his eyebrows moved slightly, he raised the sleeve close to Rong Wen's side, and the sandalwood that made people clear his heart came from his raised sleeve, Gu Mu looked at her, signaling Rong Wen to pull his sleeve.

His voice was as light as snow: "Be careful of slipping." ”

Rong Wen was stunned for a moment, and his thoughts returned to that snowy night. She lowered her eyelashes to hide her emotions, her thin white knuckles still raised and grabbed the corner of his sleeve, and her voice was a little low: "Second cousin Xie." ”

The same touch, the same fabric as the corner of her clothes that she knelt on the ground on a snowy night, delicate and comfortable, is the best silk that very few families can afford, and the sleeves are embroidered with winged crane dark lines.

Thinking of this, Rong Wen couldn't help but be nervous, and used force in her hands, but a short section of bluestone pavement, the fine silk was creaseed by her, although it was not obvious, but it was really detrimental to the elegance.

Rong Wen didn't care, after a short period of slippery uphill road, he let go like a hot potato, and after returning to the Jingyin Temple, he also asked Hua Yi to get clean water, and he couldn't stop washing his hands, as if he had poison on his hands that would kill people.

Rong Wen always felt that something was not right, could it be that Gu Mu found out that the woman outside Xuanzhou City was her? Rong Wen's heart pounded at the thought of this.

If you know that it is her, you will know that the man who died on the way back to Shu has something to do with her.

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After Gu Mu returned to the empty courtyard, he went straight into the study, his eyes fell on the thick booklet again, he turned a page, and in the lower right corner of the paper, there were two handwriting as small as beans: Afan.

He deliberately tested her reaction.

Gu Mu raised his sleeves slightly, lowered his eyes and looked at the place where Rong Wen had been grabbed, although there were no marks at the moment, but when Rong Wen pulled his sleeve, he could feel that she was nervous.

So, on that snowy night, the woman who knelt at his feet and begged him to save her was she?

He instructed Jing Si: "Let Yun Zhu no longer have to investigate the person who killed the prince of Pingjiang, go and check, the cousin girl has encountered on the way from Yangzhou to Beijing-" He paused: "There have been accidents." ”

Jing Si: "Yes. ”

After thinking about it, he said cautiously: "Childe, Madame asked you to go to her courtyard, Qing'er beside Madame is still waiting in the courtyard, is Childe going or——"

——

When Gu Mu came to Shuanglin Courtyard, although it was only the time of the unitary time, the sky had already darkened, like the snow of cotton wool seemed to be about to submerge the entire Shangjing City, and the thick layer accumulated on the trunk of the dead tree was blown down by the wind from time to time, and fell on the ground with a 'bang', or fell on the eaves.

Gu Mu took off his body in front of the door of the house and handed it to Jing Si, and stepped into the house, the eldest lady Lin Ting was sitting in front of the charcoal basin to make knee pads for her husband Jun Hengyuanhou, Hengyuanhou is a military general, and in recent years, when it comes to winter, he always says that his leg hurts in front of her.

She was busy working, originally bored in her heart, seeing her son's moment like a blocked pinhole instantly opened the depression, first ordered someone to add him a cup of his favorite Longhong tea, and then sighed: "The day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, this snow begins to fall again." ”

Gu Mu greeted his mother, sat beside Lin Ting, and said bluntly: "Mother came to me, is there something wrong?" ”

Lin Ting collected the emotion between his eyebrows, didn't reply to his words directly, handed over the things he was busy with, and instructed the servant girl serving on the side: "Don't go and bring the ginseng soup for the second son." ”

Lin Ting didn't say it directly, and Gu Mu didn't ask anymore.

After the ginseng soup was served, Lin Ting was very pleased to see him use the ginseng soup, with a smile between his eyebrows, in the past two years, she has become more and more unable to interfere with her son's affairs, and sometimes it is difficult to see him.

"Your cousin has been in the Hou Mansion for a few days, have you seen her?" Lin Ting is a noble daughter of a family and the mother of a house, whether it is in front of the old lady on weekdays, or at the banquet in the capital, she can cope with it easily.

The sentence asked in front of his son at this moment is really a bit deliberate. I don't know why, she was panicking for no reason, she persuaded herself in her heart, don't be afraid, what are you afraid of.

Gu Mu scooped the ginseng soup with a jade spoon in his hand and drank it, and said, "I've seen it." ”

Lin Ting watched his expression, his hands clenched in front of him, his lips moved and moved, and then he said, "Wen'er has also reached the age of saying kiss, I heard that she was in Mei a few days ago——"

Gu Mu paused slightly, put down the soup spoon in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Lin Ting, and interrupted his mother's words: "Mother don't worry too much, my aunt's whereabouts are unknown, my grandmother treats my cousin closer, and I also treat her as a younger sister, just like Shu Yao." ”

Lin Ting was stunned, what he said was, there is no love between men and women?

Lin Ting let out a slightly relieved and unnatural 'um' sound.

There has never been anything wrong with the words in her son's mouth, and she is relieved to have his words.

Lin Tinggang breathed a sigh of relief, and a clear voice came from outside: "Who is gossiping about my mother here, it turns out to be my brother, wow, it smells so fragrant." ”

Gu Shuyao walked in while wearing the fox fur, but she didn't forget to salute first, sat next to her mother, asked Qing'er to serve her a bowl too, and said dissatisfiedly: "Mother is eccentric, I came to my mother's place, and there is no ginseng soup to drink." ”

Lin Ting pinched her little face: "You play all day long, how can you be like your brother, busy from morning to night, besides, Yao'er, you will be seventeen after the New Year, it's time to talk about others, pay attention to some manners." ”

As soon as Lin Ting's words came out, Gu Shuyao began to make trouble, and grabbed Lin Ting's wrist and coquettishly said: "Mother, you, you are saying that I am fat, how can I have it, it is my grandmother who said that I need to eat more meat in winter to carry the cold," she paused: "Yes, I also pasted too much when I pasted autumn fat." ”

Lin Ting laughed at her: "Play with your cousin all day, bring her to eat more." After Lin Ting finished speaking, he felt a sigh in his heart, why did he mention Wen'er again.

She glanced at Gu Mu, and seeing that his expression was still light, she changed the topic and asked Gu Shuyao: "The one your brother said, why don't you marry a wife for three years, how long is there left?" ”

Gu Shuyao was lying on Lin Ting's body and coquettish, she was stunned when she heard this, glanced at her brother, swallowed her saliva under her mother's strong gaze, got up and went to use the ginseng soup that Qing'er served her, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Lin Ting said to himself: "There is still one year left, then, it is time to prepare, after the Shangyuan Festival is out of the New Year's Pass, I will hold a flower-viewing banquet in the Hou Mansion, and I will go through it first." ”

Gu Shuyao's ginseng soup was bowled one after another, and the jade spoon and the jade bowl collided with each other, forming a kind of congruence with Lin Ting's words, which seemed to be an extremely disturbing magic sound.

Gu Shuyao glanced at her brother from time to time, and she didn't know if she had a problem in her heart or what, she looked at her mother and said brother, and there was a sense of schadenfreude in her heart.