One hundred and forty-seven women with white hair like snow in the cold winter
Time slipped away quietly, and the winter of December came in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly one day Stuart was once again invited by a nobleman, who allowed him to take his wife with him, and Stuart naturally happily agreed.
He took Alice on the welcoming carriage and arrived at the noble lord's manor together.
Seeing such a vast green space again, Stuart's envious eyes never disappeared. Alice was looking at her husband's expression from beginning to end. Did her husband like it here?
Stuart and Alice arrived in front of a courtyard, but the noble Lord only invited Stuart to come and talk. Although he was dissatisfied, Stuart still asked Alice to wait here for a while.
Alice did not complain, she smiled and helped her husband arrange the cheap but extremely neat dress.
Neither of them noticed that in front of the second-floor window above the courtyard, there was an elegantly dressed man with a noble temperament, holding a glass of wine and looking at them smiling happily below.
After entering the gate, Stewart was invited to the second floor. The two met the nobleman again and extended his palm to him. Stewart carefully shook hands with the nobleman.
But from beginning to end, the nobleman wore a silk glove on his hand.
The nobleman looked at the inferior dress Stewart was wearing, and then saw his rough and cracked palms like rice fields, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
No matter how well they dress up, they are still civilians. No matter how formal they are, how glamorous they are, there is always some essence that cannot be concealed.
"Lord Winsome, why are you inviting me here this time?" We haven't seen each other for many years. Stewart has matured a lot, and a rough beard has gradually grown on his face.
The nobleman picked up the tea cup on the wooden table, shook his head slightly and blew a few times, then put it to his mouth and took a sip, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Stewart, don't be formal, try the tea my attendant has just brewed." Winsome extended his palm to invite Stewart to have a cup of fragrant tea.
Stuart had smelled the aroma of tea in the cup earlier, but he had no intention of drinking tea, but now the nobleman spoke in person.
Nodding, Stewart raised his hand and drank the single-ear cup placed in the exquisite plate and bowl in one gulp. When he finished, he smashed it in his mouth, as if he was thinking about something.
Winsome's mouth hidden under the tea cup twitched, and a look of displeasure flashed through his eyes, and he thought to himself: "You really shouldn't let humble commoners drink such precious fragrant tea. How can anyone drink tea in one gulp?"
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Unexpectedly, Stewart licked his lips and rolled his eyes upwards, but his mind was matching the tea he had drunk, and he was also thinking in his heart: "What kind of tea is this? It feels a bit inferior, not as good as Alice's brew."
Drink, and it’s so little.”
Speaking of Alice, she was simply bored to the point of falling asleep every time she was making tea, and then the saliva from her mouth dripped into the teapot. As the saying goes, ambergris, ambergris...
Of course, if Stuart knew about this, he would probably give Alice a good deal when he went back, at least to stop her from sleeping while making tea!
Alice, who was walking in the manor at this moment, sneezed. She stretched out her index finger to wipe the tip of her nose in confusion, and shook her shoulders shiveringly. Dragon was very afraid of the cold.
The old gardener who was following a little further behind quickly ran up, lowered his head and handed a plush coat to Alice.
"Madam, it's windy in the manor, and it gets colder when the temperature drops. Please put it on."
Alice was startled, staring at the coat held by the old man with her big eyes, wondering: "This is it?"
"Put on the warm coat that your husband asked me to prepare for you." The old gardener unfolded the wide coat and put on the snow-white coat for Alice.
Alice's eyes turned into crescent moons, the corners of her mouth curved into a cute smile, and she carefully put on her coat over some thin clothes. The hem of the clothes barely covered her calves.
At this moment, Alice's whole temperament instantly changed. Her snow-like white hair was simply wrapped with sky-blue silk satin, and her long eyelashes and slender eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of silver.
Like frost, the light-colored pupils are shining with light.
The snow-white neck was covered with warm velvet fur. It was like a snow princess was born. Alice turned around happily, and her light gray eyes became bright at this moment.
A gust of wind blew, and the hem of the snow-white dress embroidered with simple wave patterns was blown by the wind, as if Alice was going to be the first piece of snow to fall in the cold winter of this month.
The old gardener on the side was stunned. It turns out that white does not necessarily symbolize alienness and unknownness. White can also be the holy wings of an angel, or it can also be the lucky snow.
"Thank you, old sir, and thank you Thor, wow, it's so warm." The guard in Alice's eyes disappeared, and she carefully rubbed her cheek on the down, as if feeling her husband's warmth.
Thor is Stuart's nickname, and it was also given by Alice. It is domineering and simple. Although her husband is not very domineering, it is enough for her to like.
"What a pure emotion..." The old gardener's somewhat cloudy eyes became moist, and his palms trembled slightly.
Alice had not gone far when another horse-drawn carriage pulling a huge carriage drove in outside the manor.
"Oh my God, what is that... How can there be such a beautiful woman in the world?" A person in the car was helped out of the car.
"Watch your steps, Sir." The attendant's eyes widened and he said worriedly.
At this time of year, the sky is quite gloomy even in the early morning, and cumulus clouds drift across the sky from time to time.
Stewart, who was chatting freely with Winsome, couldn't help but look out the window. As time passed, he began to become impatient.
"Sir, let's stop chatting here for now. What exactly do you want to see me for today?" Stewart found a suitable opportunity and said.
At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Sir, the Lord is here."
Winsome raised his eyebrows, and then said to the outside: "Please come in, Lord Moi."
Stewart was a little surprised. Winsome invited other people here? Does he need to leave?
Stewart looked at Winsome in confusion, but the nobleman seemed not to see the inquiry in his eyes, and said to him with a smile: "Stuart, say hello, this is our new Viscount, Moe Rudy.
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Stewart turned to look at the door and saw a young man who looked to be about ten or twenty years old walking in, rubbing his hands.
"Hello, Sir, I am Stuart, a craftsman from Dusk Street, who specializes in making utensils for everyone. I was invited by Mr. Winsome today..."
Stewart's old habit recurred. Whenever he was nervous, he would not be able to organize his words and would talk endlessly.
Moi waved his hand impatiently and didn't even look at Stewart after entering the door.
Stewart's words were interrupted immediately, and he looked awkwardly at the housekeeper who was about to close the door outside the house.
Moi rubbed his hands, sat by the fireplace to warm his body, then took off the luxurious coat on his body, and whispered: "Why does the already extreme weather suddenly cool down? Isn't Cassati City located in the south?"
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"So you should keep warm and in good health, Viscount Moy." Winsome smiled and asked the attendant beside him to prepare a cup of hot tea.
"Hey, my father died of illness suddenly, and the weather is weird at this time. I would like to thank the Lord of the City for taking care of me."
Moi took the hot tea, put it in his mouth and took a sip.
"What a fragrant tea." Moi was stunned for a moment, then took another sip in surprise.
"As long as the Viscount likes it," Winsome responded with a smile.
Watching the two of them talking leisurely, Stewart felt as if there were nails growing on his butt. He couldn't sit still and drank one cup after another of tea.