Finally arrived at the General's Mansion, Yang Pojun looked up at the sun, and then instructed Jiang Shaoyou to go to see Jiangbei Thirteen before noon and hurriedly left the General's Mansion.

Jiang Shaoyou looked back at Yang Pojun, who was still walking like a flying with such a big knife, pouted, and then went to his own courtyard first.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Feng Dong who was fetching water, and I saw that she was wearing a white sweater with a lot of colorful sewing today, and the cuffs seemed to be shorter to reveal her white arms.

Jiang Shaoyou remembered that the sweater was knitted when he was thirteen years old, that is, three years ago, as for why he remembered it so clearly, it was because it was also a lunar day, and it was snowing heavily outside.

Jiang Shaoyou played in the snow with a group of warmly dressed maids, after a period of frolic, he saw a person sitting on a small bench in the pavilion not far away to wash clothes, Jiang Shaoyou pinched a big snowball and threw it at her, the person was smashed all over the body with snow, his head turned white, he turned around and stood up at a loss, Jiang Shaoyou looked at Feng Dong, who was a little taller than him, wearing a black coat in the pavilion that he didn't know where it came from, his little hands were red from the cold, and he looked at him in a panic, the clothes were so big that he could barely see his legs, Jiang Shaoyou's heart softened, and he casually touched into a room and stole a few rolls of white wool and threw them to her。

Jiang Shaoyou remembered that Feng Dong smiled happily after seeing those rolls of wool picked up, and didn't know where to run after finishing work for several days.

As a result, one day Jiang Shaoyou walked into her room and watched her squatting in the corner, lighting candles on the side, knitting in her hands, and finally saw Jiang Shaoyou at the door after weaving, smiling very happily, she didn't care about wiping off the sweat beads on her forehead, she trotted over with a sweater, and stood in front of Jiang Shaoyou to give it to him, Jiang Shaoyou didn't even look at it, and directly grabbed it and tore it hard, and the sewn needle and thread tore a few holes, and was directly thrown into the snow outside by Jiang Shaoyou, and was soon buried by the snow.

That was the first time Jiang Shaoyou really cried when he saw Feng Dong.

After Jiang Shaoyou left, she was still crying.

In the middle of the night, I could only vaguely see a figure in the snow sobbing on the snow and constantly scraping the snow with my hands.

And Jiang Shaoyou watched quietly not far away.

At this time, Feng Dong took a wooden bucket and stretched it into the large water tank that was higher than her shoulder, filled it with water, gritted her teeth with her two arms, and took two steps, her body shook a little, and she suddenly felt that her hand was much lighter, and she turned her head in confusion.

"What, Xiaocao, where were you sending them, pretending to be pitiful here?" Jiang Shaoyou took the wooden barrel out of Feng Dong's hand and said coldly.

"I didn't. Feng Dong was a little angry, "You pay me back." "Just reach out and grab it.

Jiang Shaoyou wrapped his other hand around her waist and put her in his arms, put down the barrel and touched a few strands of hair floating in the wind between her ears, "Young Master, I said yes, it made Young Master Ben angry, and in the end, it wasn't you who cried so much?"

"Thirty or so maids can't find a bucket to move? Do you have to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf here? Or shall I capture a few more?"

It is said that Jiang Shaoyou's father married a wife, and Jiang Shaoyou gave birth to Jiang Shaoyou, and he was very fond of this only son. As the overlord of the Beiliang side, Jiangbei Thirteen thinks that he is a hero, except for his father and son and the third aunt and six mothers-in-law, he is the biggest, so he has the name of "Thirteen", and he does not force people to be good women, let people put the box at the door, and people will take it away with their nods.

Such a successful maid, Jiang Shaoyou didn't delay people much, hugged his waist, grabbed his chest a few times, and warmed him up for a few days after the bed was sent by him to the courtyard in front of the hall to serve tea and sweep the floor, nothing Jiang Shaoyou would take advantage of and tease them. In a few years, there were more than 30 maids who came like this. But the only ones who could really enter his room and pinch his shoulders and beat his back were just two of them: Fengdong and Yingchun.

"No, Yingchun and I can't manage so many sisters. Feng Dong blushed in Jiang Shaoyou's arms.

Jiang Shaoyou laughed, "Okay, okay, don't want it every winter." ”