The New Year celebrations in Xungui's house are naturally lively and luxurious. There are noisy voices, chatter, laughter, and beautiful music and songs all night long. It is very lively.┠26nbsp;┨When the lights are gradually extinguished, the sky is already showing the white color of fish belly.

At this time, a small sedan with a green curtain quietly left the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

It snowed just last night, and because there were so few people there, the snow had not been stepped on before. The snow was thick and white all over the street, with only a few footprints left here and there. There were many firecrackers scattered on it, and red shreds of paper left after the fireworks were set off.

The piles were messy and messy by the wind, some were stepped on by passers-by, and some were blown away by the mud...

A pair of hands with clear joints stretched out from the sedan curtain, as white and slender as polished jade. They gently opened the curtain, revealing a stern face.

The handsome man looked at the tattered red paper on the snow outside. His fingers unconsciously tightened the sedan curtain. He didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly his pupils shrank and he blurted out without waiting for his brain to react.

"Stop."

Following the order, a respectful response came from outside the sedan: "Yes, sir."

Then a tall and tall figure stepped out of the sedan. The man was wearing a sapphire blue robe with dark patterns. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with a simple yet luxurious hook moiré pattern, and his whole body was neat and smooth.

"The snow on the street hasn't been swept yet, so be careful not to stain your boots." The leader of the sedan chair warned carefully while secretly looking around the road.

"It doesn't matter." As he spoke, the man had already walked to the side of the street and took out a small ball from behind a dirty piece of hay.

The bearer came closer and saw that it was a little girl who had fainted from the cold. The middle-aged bearer felt pity for her. This child was smart enough to dig a hole between the haystack and the wall. However, it was such a cold day.

, I froze all night and I don’t know if I can save my life...

"Uncle, this child..." he asked hesitantly, already beginning to recall the routes of several famous charity halls in the capital.

The man lowered his head and looked at the little girl in his arms. She was about seven or eight years old. She huddled up unconsciously, her face was red from the cold, and there were a few bruises and ulcers. Her clothes were a dirty and colorless coat.

, several pieces of coarse cloth of different shapes and materials were randomly wrapped underneath, and tightly tied to the legs with strips of cloth.

Perhaps sensing the warmth, the girl moved toward the heat source, her small hands covered with chilblains gently covering the clean material, and murmuring in her mouth.

"Go to Renshan Hall." After saying this, he carried the little girl onto the sedan chair.

The green-mantle sedan slowly disappeared around the corner of the street just as it came...

"stop"

Feng Bao'er, who walked to the entrance of the courtyard, clutched the strap of his cloak tightly with his hands. He paused when he heard this, but stubbornly refused to turn around.

The yard is open and spacious, with thick beech wood frames on both sides, with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and other weapons inserted. The blades shine with a cold light in the reflection of the snow covering the yard.

In the middle stood a tall veteran. A simple thin cotton robe could not hide his burly figure. Only the weather on his temples and chin revealed his age. At this moment, his face was darkened, and he showed an unprecedented severity.

Staring at his only granddaughter.

"I have told you so many times and you have turned a deaf ear. Do we really need to find someone to lock you up?" Old General Feng scolded him with a fierce face, "Why don't you go back to your house quickly?"

Feng Baoer stomped his feet fiercely, turned around suddenly, and shouted: "Why not? Grandpa, why are you like this? Brother Haoran will be bullied by those old guys if he goes alone."

"Bastard, where did you learn all the rules?" Old General Feng puffed his beard and glared. He only said it a few times occasionally, so why did he teach it to his little granddaughter?

When Feng Baoer saw a few maids holding tea trays huddled in the corner, he suddenly felt that he couldn't get off the stage. He snorted loudly and angrily rushed towards the yard where he lived.

Looking at his granddaughter's running back, General Feng sighed in amusement and helplessness. Feeling a little chill, he turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

But he saw his old wife standing at the door looking at him with worry, and his heart tightened. He hurried forward, took her hand into the house, and said angrily: "Look how cold your hands are, why are they not even a little bit cold?"

If you don't take care of your body, why are you going to be in the spotlight?"

Mrs. Jiang stuffed the hand stove in her hand and said with a forced smile: "You are still talking about me. How can I be so good? I must have been cold after standing in the yard for a while... I still think that when I was young, I was naked in the winter."

Where are the arms?"

Seeing that he wanted to refute but didn't dare, his mouth moved and he glanced at her, exactly the same as when she first got married. With mixed feelings in her heart, Mrs. Jiang took a cup of hot tea from the kang table and handed it to him, asking: "Bao'er or...

Disobedient?"

"This little girl has nothing to worry about. She wanders around all day long. What should I do in the future?" She said with disgust in her mouth, but her eyes were full of love.

Ms. Jiang's face was soft and fair, and the bright splendor of her youth could be vaguely seen. She frowned her delicate eyebrows and said worriedly: "Bao'er, her mother's cold has become much worse. The doctors we invited said that she is afraid that it will not be good."

Since the death of her son, her daughter-in-law seems to have lost all her thoughts and has lost all her vitality. Thanks to Bao'er's coquettishness and teasing, she has been able to survive these years, but her health is getting worse day by day.

General Feng took a deep breath and said, "If it doesn't work out, let's see if we can invite a more capable imperial doctor to take a look. You also ask Bao'er to spend more time with her, and don't hang around her husband all day long."

Mrs. Jiang loved her granddaughter the most. She couldn't help but smile when she heard this: "That girl is also very lucky. She just happened to find the right one. Haoran is also a progressive and polite child. She will finally have a bright future."

"Who says it's not the case? Although I have a little face, I still gave up most of it after all. Besides, most of the masters who studied in the Hanlin Academy were officials from the Hanlin Academy, Zhan Shifu, Li, and Rites. I have never had anything to do with those guys.

Very friendly relationship...those old guys are just acknowledging it on face.

You have to rely on that kid to make a difference." Old General Feng was a little angry that his good intentions were misunderstood by his precious granddaughter. "If you don't feel a little wronged, those old people will recognize you? But that girl wants to follow you every three days.

It’s all because you manipulated her, she has no rules at all and will always get into trouble.”

"Okay, okay, I set it up." Madam Jiang pushed him to sit down in a good-tempered manner, with a smile on her face that she couldn't hide. At such an old age, he still acted like an old child, getting more and more alive.

He picked up the steel knife on the kang table with one hand, and picked up a clean cotton cloth from the bench next to him. He dipped it in the military's special clear oil and wiped it slowly, but the smile in his eyes disappeared little by little.

No matter how strong he looks, he is still old. This knife can hardly be used anymore. The wounds from the swords, guns and sticks he fought when he was young are beginning to show up. Every time he attacks, it feels like he has died... What if?

God is gone, what will happen to all the female relatives in this house?

He raised his eyes and looked at his wife's soft brows, thinking silently: Hurry up, hurry up, time is running out...

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The doctor at Renshan Hall looked at this strange combination in front of him at a loss... The well-dressed man held a dirty little beggar in his arms without any hesitation, and his unkempt hair was stuck to the side of the man's neck.

...He felt uncomfortable just looking at it.

However, he also had some knowledge, so naturally he would not show disgust. He immediately ordered his servants to go outside to grab a handful of snow. He himself rolled up his sleeves and wiped the hands and feet of the little beggar with snow, and then ordered him to get the best.

A plaster to treat frostbite.

The bearer was a little anxious. He was afraid it would be too late to go to Mr. Fan's house if he delayed any longer. He wanted to remind him, but he closed his mouth after seeing the uncle's eyes when he saw the girl's severely frostbitten feet suddenly turned cold. It was time to say it now.

Doesn't work.

After finally applying the plaster and wrapping the child in a thick new coat, the group of people left the Renshan Hall.

"Go back home."

"Master, why don't you go to Mr. Fan's house? How can you explain to the master when you go back?"

A trace of gloom flashed in Ma Yingjie's eyes, and he kept walking: "My clothes are dirty."

By the time we returned to Zhenbei General Mansion, it was almost noon.

Although General Feng was very surprised by the child he picked up, he didn't say much. In contrast, Feng Baoer couldn't be happier. She didn't like the way brother Haoran looked at the little beggar, and she didn't like brother Haoran either.

Her arms were occupied by that ugly child.

With a quick turn of his eyes, he took Ma Yingying's hand and said with a smile: "Brother Haoran, let Lu Wu find a room for her to sleep. Your hands must be sore after holding her for so long."

Seeing Ma Yingjie nodding, he hurriedly called to his personal maid: "Hurry up and find a private room, put on new bedding, and heat the kang to make it warmer. If you can't do it quickly, find some mothers-in-law to help you." Although she

Being straightforward does not mean that you have no thoughts at all. Brother Haoran doesn't like that he is unruly, so at least you should be gentle and polite in front of him.

After settling down the little girl he picked up on the roadside, Ma Yingjie shook Feng Baoer's hand and returned to the room.

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Yuzhu sat on the pit and dozed lazily. She was lazy to begin with, and she was most afraid of taking advantage of the lethargy caused by early pregnancy. She could sleep whenever she wanted. It was a cold and windy weather outside, so she stayed in the warm house.

Eat snacks and drink hot tea on the Kang. When you are tired, you can rest for a while on the fluffy and soft pillows. It is very comfortable.

Hua Ruo and Qin Si, the two most gentle ones, were arranged by Ruan's mother to follow Yu Zhu all day long. At this moment, they were sitting on the embroidery pier and doing work - mostly unpacking some soft old clothes.

Prepare to make small clothes for the baby in the future.

Suddenly there was some movement outside. Hua Ruo put down the needlework in her hand and walked out. After a while, she came back and said: "Madam, Miss Qiu Wen made something for you... She is outside this time."

"Oh." Yu Zhu perked up, touched the corner of his mouth to see if there were any scraps of heart left, and straightened his clothes a little before letting her in.

Smiling, Yu Zhu stopped Qiu Wen's gift, and pointed to the embroidered pier on the side: "You are so considerate in sending me something on such a cold day."

Qiu Wen flinched slightly and glanced up at Yu Zhu, then lowered his head quickly, "I know that I am not qualified to make things for my wife, but I have nothing else to do... If my wife can still close her eyes, just keep it."

Reward people."

Yu Zhu looked at the bright red brocade in Hua Ruo's hand and smiled slowly... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe and reward. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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