The room was full of the smell of roast goose.

Gu Fengjian caught a glimpse of Song Chuzhao's Adam's apple rolling unnaturally, staring at the table with his eyes fixed on it, but there was no spirit inside.

He said, "If you are worried about my side, do a few things for me when you go back."

Song Chuzhao immediately said: "You said!"

Gu Fengjian said: "Let my mother come to the Song family as soon as possible to change their horoscopes and get married Geng Tie."

Song Chuzhao was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say nothing but said it.

Gu Fengjian: "Then, I transferred the maid from Gu's family Chundong to me. She is very smart and can do things. The Song family has her and can take good care of me."

Song Chuzhao asked: "Which is spring and winter?"

Gu Fengjian: "Just tell Mrs. Gu that she will understand by sending Chundong to me."

"Is it appropriate?" Song Chuzhao hesitated, "Is this not appropriate?"

Gu Fengjian was full of righteousness: "It's appropriate. No one dared to say anything."

He said it too sure, and Song Chuzhao believed it.

The two said a few more words, reminding each other that they should pay attention to on weekdays. They made an appointment to visit the most famous temples in the capital to see if they could save the matter.

Seeing that Song Chuzhao had been out for a long time and was in a hurry to go back, she left first.

After she left, Gu Fengjian sat for a long time before reaching out to tear a roast goose on the table.

Although the stuff is cold and looks a bit greasy, it tastes really good. It is even a bit amazing when you enter it.

Gu Fengjian has always had a very light taste and the food he eats has no taste, so he is not picky. This time he ate half full, and he was afraid that if he eats it, it will affect his stomach and intestines because it will be too greasy, so he reluctantly stopped.

During dinner, Gu Fengjian took the initiative to go to the dining room and sat down in advance to wait. After all, he couldn't wait for Song Chuzhao to deliver food to him, so he had to solve it himself.

Since he was here, the servants of the Song Mansion naturally could not ignore him and took the initiative to add bowls and chopsticks to him, cooked two more dishes and served them on the table.

Soon, Mrs. Song and the rest of her family also came over. Everyone was a little surprised when they saw him, and then sat down quietly for food.

The meal was extremely quiet.

I don’t know if the Song Mansion is eating this way on weekdays. Anyway, no one talks on the table tonight, only the collision of bowls and chopsticks and the noise of drinking soup carefully. The maid who served by the side also seemed to be intimidated, afraid that something would go wrong with her.

The third lady naturally noticed it, wiped her mouth with a silk trouser, and her eyes kept turning between the few people.

Song Shiwen was as usual, quietly hanging her head and eating her own food, with a quiet and lovely picture.

"Song Chuzhao" next to him ate slowly and dignifiedly, chewing carefully in his mouth, but he was a little absent-minded.

Aunt Song San was deeply interested and touched the husband beside him with her elbow. The other party rolled her eyes back, she snorted and continued to eat.

She felt that today's "Song Chuzhao" was extremely calm, and even the depth was invisible. The old lady at the top probably wanted to pick her fault. She glanced at her for several times, but in the end she didn't say anything.

The third aunt waited for a long time and was about to come, but unfortunately she did not do as she wished.

After dinner, Gu Fengjian got up and raised his hand to bow to the old lady, and then returned to the house. Nothing happened.

His maid who had been missing for most of the day finally appeared, followed him quietly and returned to the yard with him.

The two went in one after another.

It was dark at this time, Miao'er brought in a lamp, placed it next to the table, and then went to make a bed for him.

Gu Fengjian also found a story book from this simple house.

This book was obviously hand-written, and I think it was something Song Chuzhao bought from elsewhere to pass the time.

He never read these idle books, but now he really has nothing else to do, so he just sat down next to the table and looked around.

The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the lights became more and more obvious.

Miao'er brought him a pot of hot tea and placed it on the table. Seeing that the matter was almost done, she wanted to go out.

At this time, Gu Fengjian, who had been silent, suddenly spoke out: "I have some coughing today."

Miao'er stopped, bent over, and asked, "Would you go and stew some pear soup for you to relieve the fire?"

Gu Fengjian continued: "I think it's because the house has not been cleaned for a long time, and there has been dust."

Miao'er raised her head suspiciously to observe him.

Gu Fengjian said tepidly: "You go and make a few basins of water and clean it up."

Miao'er responded: "Yes."

The house was not inhabited for a long time, so I only cleaned it up casually. After Song Chuzhao moved in, he did not ask Miao'er to do much for her. To be precise, this was the first time Miao'er was doing chores seriously.

Miao'er came back with a basin of water, put it on the ground, twisted a rag, went to the table, shelf and other conspicuous places, and wiped it perfunctorily. Then she swept the floor clean.

After a stick of incense, Miao'er put down her sleeves, returned to Gu Fengjian, and replied in a low voice: "Girl, I've finished cleaning."

Gu Fengjian's face was half-light and half-dark under the candlelight, making people feel even more emotional.

His slender fingers were reflected on the pages of the book, his eyes swept, and he turned around casually before saying, "It's not cleaned up."

Miaoer: "Miss, where hasn't been cleaned up?"

Gu Fengjian said casually, but he couldn't refuse: "I don't know where I didn't clean it, so I'll clean it again."

Miao'er didn't come to her senses after hearing this for a long time, as if she had never expected that he would say such things, standing there blankly.

Gu Fengjian waited for a while and said in a muffled voice: "Don't you go yet?"

Miao'er froze, sure whether he wanted to cure himself, pinched his fingers until his fingers turned white, or replied respectfully: "Yes."

She went outside to re-fill the basin of water, scrubbed the rag, and started a new round of cleaning.

This time she was a little serious and remembered to wipe the traces in the corner. She also tried very hard, rubbing the rag hard against the things in front of her.

There was a harsh noise between the wet coarse cloth and the wooden bed post. Heavy steps kept echoing inside and outside. The tables and chairs dragged and pulled, and repeatedly whirled. The wooden basin was heavily reappeared on the ground, splashing water.

No one spoke in the room, and the windows closed, isolating the rustling of the autumn wind. But inexplicably, there were bipolar sparks jumping in the air, as if they were restrained and venting their dissatisfaction.

It took more than half an hour to clean up the half-large house.

Gu Fengjian's eyes never wandered away from the other party, as if the person did not exist at all. Her actions were not as interesting as the vulgar words in her hand.

When Miao'er stood in front of him again, Gu Fengjian raised his hand and moved his body. He pressed the back of his neck and spoke for the second time tonight.

"Do you think you've cleaned it?"

Miao'er looked at her toes and said, "Do you think the girl is clean?"

Gu Fengjian said bluntly: "I don't think so."

Miao'er had a hint of stubbornness and dissatisfaction on her face, and her tone became stiff: "Miss, where did she not clean it up?"

Gu Fengjian laughed softly.

Miao'er raised her gaze and didn't understand what was ridiculous. She heard Gu Fengjian ask: "Am I a slave?"

Miaoer lowered her head again: "Of course not."

"Then you ask me how to clean it?"

Gu Fengjian put down the book in his hand, leaned over, and picked the wick. The candlelight jumped violently, and his tone was sarcastic and cold: "Do you still want me to teach you how to be a slave?"

Miao'er's face turned pale in an instant.

He raised his legs, changed into a new position, sat lazily, and said, "It's still early, I'll wait for you to clean it up."

Miao'er looked at him with an unknown expression. Finally, she bit her lip and said humiliatedly: "Yes!"

Even though she didn't take much effort to clean the first two times, she still had a lot of energy. Miao'er was very popular before, not a low-level maid who did these chores. After nearly an hour of thick survival, her arms were already sore.

She took the basin and went out again. After leaving the yard, she did not go to the water tank behind to fetch water, but instead went to Song Shiwen's yard.

Song Shiwen was already preparing to rest in the room, and the warm lights came out of the window. When Miao'er passed by, she happened to meet the other person's maid.

The maid, like her, was carrying a small basin, about to prepare hot water for washing for Song Shiwen.

Miao'er passed by in front of her, and suddenly her knees softened and fell to the ground. The water from the basin was poured out and all the water was poured on the soil on the side of the road.

The maid quickly reached out to help her and shouted, "Ah! Sister Miao'er, what's wrong with you?"

Miao'er's eyes were wet and she couldn't help crying, "I'm afraid I've offended our three girls. She told me to clean the house over and over again, but I don't know how to satisfy her."

The maid was dissatisfied and whispered: "Why are the three girls so many ways to abuse people? Isn't this intentional torture you?"

Miao'er half-sitted on the ground, rubbing the corners of her eyes and moaned: "I really envy you for serving the second girl. Who doesn't know that the second girl is the most kind? I'm afraid there will be more things waiting for me in the future."

"You have been by the girl before, so the girl won't just ignore you..." The maid thought about it, pulled her up, and said, "I'll ask the girl for you. If she is willing to speak for you, it should be fine."

Miao'er said happily: "Thank you sister, and thank you second girl for me!"

Soon, Song Shiwen came to the courtyard wearing a coat.

Her wide dress was undulating in the wind, and her footsteps gently stepped on the ground while walking without making a sound. The hazy figure in the dark seemed very graceful.

Gu Fengjian didn't react much when he saw the three of them. He raised his hand and rubbed the mountain base to relieve his tired eyes. After waiting for a while, he saw that the person was still blocking the door and not moving, and said impatiently: "Close the door."

Song Shiwen was waiting for him to talk to him on his own initiative, but he didn't expect that the first sentence he came out was this. He was embarrassed and a little resentful, and secretly cursed "the vulgar person" and walked in on his own initiative.

"San Sister, did Miao'er do something wrong?"
To be continued...