Zhao Hongdou squatted down and was decorating his snowman, using a carrot as a nose and red dates as eyes. Wei Wushuang stood aside with a dark face. It seemed that the two of them had something to say.
Wei Wushuang spoke first and asked, "Why are you here?"
Zhao Hongdou did not stop what he was doing, but pouted slightly and glanced sideways at Wei Wushuang: "Do you think I want to be here? I was forced here by my grandfather."
"The old man, the dean..."
"By the way, why are you here? Are you still a disciple?" Zhao Hongdou asked.
Speaking of this, Wei Wushuang became full of resentment: "I was forced to come here, and I don't know whose slander your Majesty listened to. I am a good leader of the imperial army, and I actually came to be a disciple of a Taoist priest?"
Zhao Hongdou glanced at it, pursed his lips and muttered: "Didn't the leader of your imperial army be removed? They have been withdrawn seven or eight times this year. When I left for Beijing, weren't you still guarding the palace gate?"
Wei Wushuang's face turned red when he was told this.
Zhao Hongdou laughed, his eyebrows curved.
The next moment, seeing that no one was paying attention, she deliberately lowered her voice: "As long as you come, let's take care of it. You and I can be considered... we are in the same boat."
"Well, let's do this. I'll tell you a secret. As long as the two of us have this secret, I'm afraid that little Taoist priest won't dare to step on our heads."
Wei Wushuang came closer: "Oh? Let's talk about it."
A sly light flashed in Zhao Hongdou's eyes: "You have to give me something in exchange for this secret of mine."
Wei Wushuang patted himself and turned around in a circle: "Do you think I look like a rich person?"
When Zhao Hongdou saw this, he was very disgusted and curled his lips, but still said: "I saw the little Taoist priest in the house last night..."
Wei Wushuang listened attentively and raised his eyebrows, surprised.
Depend on!
This is not a secret at all, it simply grabs the Taoist priest's hair.
The two looked at each other and both laughed tremblingly: "Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
...
Late at night, scattered small snowflakes fell from the sky again.
The moon slave, who had her hair in a round bun, was kneeling on the bed and was carefully making the bed for her young lady.
Xiong Miaoyun was sitting at the desk in the distance, with a candle lit on the table, biting his red lower lip gently, absentmindedly looking through the account book in his hand, and glancing into the yard from time to time, as if he was expecting something.
"ah--"
Hearing Yuenu's exclamation, Xiong Miaoyun turned his head and looked over. He saw Yuenu lifting the quilt, pointing at the sheets and saying in surprise:
"Miss, I don't know what happened to the sheets. There is a hole in it."
Xiong Miaoyun pretended to be calm and waved her hand: "On the other hand, maybe it was a mouse bite..."
Yue Nu stretched out her hand to scratch her little head that was not very bright: "Miss, don't bully me just because I don't study well."
"Um?"
"We have lived here for almost a month, and we have never seen a mouse. It must not have been bitten by a mouse."
"Ahem." Xiong Miaoyun coughed twice and subconsciously reached out to touch his cheek.
Yue Nu stared at the hole in the sheet carefully, and gestured with the size of the hole with her hand, rubbing the fabric on the edge of the hole, and gave her own guess: "This hole looks like it was cut with scissors. Miss, look at the edge.
smooth......"
Xiong Miaoyun covered her forehead with one hand and bit her lower lip... This silly girl, who usually looks so stupid, is so smart now?
Breathe——
Yue Nu sniffed slightly, then covered her nose in disgust: "Miss, there is a strange smell in the bed. I'd better change you to new sheets and a new quilt."
"Okay." Xiong Miaoyun's face was hot, and she really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Yue Nu was busy going back and forth, quickly changing the new sheets and bringing in a brand new quilt to ensure a warm night.
"ah--"
There was another exclamation. Xiong Miaoyun put his palm on his chin and slowly turned his head with some fear, fearing that Yue Nu would find something.
"Miss, why is your bellyband hidden like this?"
Yue Nu held a bellyband embroidered with peonies in her hand and gestured in front of her chest to make sure it was not hers: "Why is the frenulum still torn?"
Xiong Miaoyun held her chin with one hand and pursed her lips tightly, holding it in very hard.
Seeing Yue Nu approaching slowly with the lotus bellyband, Xiong Miaoyun's body was trembling slightly.
"Miss......"
"ah?"
"The strap is broken, how about I take it and throw it away."
Hearing this, Xiong Miaoyun snatched the bellyband from Yue Nu's hand. It was so precious that he said angrily: "Throw it away, I will sew it up another day."
Yue Nu rounded her cheeks, said "Oh", and stared at Xiong Miaoyun's face without blinking.
Xiong Miaoyun was stared at by Yue Nu and tried to ask: "What's wrong?"
Yue Nu stretched out her hand and put it on Xiong Miaoyun's forehead to feel it: "Miss, your face looks very red, and your forehead is also very hot. Are you sick?"
Xiong Miaoyun rubbed his face vigorously and forced out a smile: "Maybe it's because the fire is too bright. Okay, you can go back and rest first."
Xiong Miaoyun just wanted to send away Yue Slave as soon as possible, for fear that this smart little girl would discover her secret tonight.
Yue Nu looked back three times and left, always feeling that the lady tonight was a little strange.
He lowered the fire and carefully closed the windows, including the front and rear windows: "Miss, before you go to bed, remember to close the door. There may be a few men living in the house...
."
"Okay, go and have a rest quickly."
Xiong Miaoyun smiled and waved to Yue Slave. After Yue Slave left, Xiong Miaoyun breathed a long sigh of relief.
Oh my gosh, it seems like I have to sell this girl and buy a stupid girl instead.
...
Staring with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, Xiong Miaoyun sat at the desk and waited quietly. Sometimes she flicked her fingers to flip through two pages of the booklet, but she couldn't read even a single word in the account book. Sometimes she held her chin in one hand and was in a daze.
Restless.
As time passed by, the night became more and more solemn, and the snow outside became heavier. Xiong Miaoyun only felt a cat's paw gently scratching his chest.
After a while, she gently patted her forehead, as if annoyed, and quickly turned the wheelchair to the back window. After a lot of effort, she opened the back window, leaving a small gap to ensure that someone could
Come in through the window.
After doing all this, she sat back again, resting her arms on the table and resting her cheek on her arms. Thinking back to the unreal bits and pieces of last night, her cheeks instantly turned red and her legs couldn't help but tighten.
....
I don't know how long it took, Xiong Miaoyun came back to his senses and felt something sticky between his legs. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a person standing behind him. Xiong Miaoyun was startled and almost screamed. When he saw it was Jiang Yang, he immediately
I couldn't help but want to pounce on him, but I still held back.
Jiang Yang had just arrived. As for how he got in, of course he came in through the window.
"When did you come?"
Xiong Miaoyun stroked his chest, suppressed the panic in his heart, and did not dare to look at the Taoist priest behind him.
Jiang Yang raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, stepped forward to hold Xiong Miaoyun's slightly trembling shoulders from behind, and said softly: "I just came here not long ago. I saw Miaoyun was thinking about something, so I didn't disturb him."
"oh....."
Xiong Miaoyun didn't know what to say, Jiang Yang didn't speak, and the room quickly fell silent, with only two breathing sounds left.
Xiong Miaoyun sat, sometimes straightening his body, sometimes playing with the objects on the table, a bit like sitting on pins and needles.
After trying several times, she finally opened her mouth: "What are you doing here?"
Um? Jiang Yang suspected that he heard it wrong, so he blinked and said, "Well... I'm here to chat with you."
"..."
Xiong Miaoyun clasped his hands together tightly, put them on the table, looked down at his nails, and said subconsciously: "It's getting late, let's talk tomorrow."
"Then... okay, I'm leaving. I'll come back tomorrow." Jiang Yang turned around and left. Xiong Miaoyun became anxious, turned around quickly, and reached out to grab the corner of Jiang Yang's clothes.
"What are you pulling me for? It's late at night and I have to leave."
"Not leaving."
"What?"
"Don't leave."
"I didn't hear you, please speak louder."
"Oops, disgusting..." This chapter has been completed!