The evil first wife who wears a book, and the future first assistant wants to kill me every day

Song Shuting looked at his indifferent expression and was finally satisfied, "Okay, later I will ask the maid to make some cloth coats for her according to the style of the capital city."

"But it's snowing heavily today. It's not appropriate for Miss Jinyan to play outside in the snow. On the equinox, please invite Miss Jinyan to come up and sit down."

Lu Xingchuan didn't want Jinyan to come up, because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it when she saw that he wanted to be nice to another person.

She is too strong-tempered.

He hasn't gone to see Jin Yan these days because he is afraid that he will be too caring and make Yan'er suffer. In fact, it is also his escape.

He didn't dare to let Jin Yan see him talking to other women, for fear that she would leave.

But now, she was in the courtyard downstairs, and Lu Xingchuan desperately wanted to see her.

The suppressed thoughts burst out of the cracks and surged out uncontrollably, making him unable to control himself and acquiescing to the equinox to go and invite her.

Within a moment, Jinyan came up with the vernal equinox.

In the warm room, the two looked at each other.

He was dressed in fine clothes and looked as noble as ever.

She was dressed in coarse cloth as before.

Just like when Weiwei first entrusted herself to him.

After going round and round, I ended up back where I started.

Jin Yan lowered her eyes and bowed politely, "I have met His Highness and my cousin."

In the mansion, everyone calls Miss Song Shuting Biao.

Song Shuting was very gentle and generous in front of Lu Xingchuan. She quickly spared her courtesy and took her to warm herself by the fire. She also considerately asked someone to prepare soup and hand it to her.

Complaining with concern, "Miss Jinyan, we said that the snow in Yunnan will not disappear in a day or two, but you are still so impatient to play in the snow. Look, your hands are frostbitten."

If she hadn't asked her to build a snowman, Jin Yan would have had a convulsion and only wanted to touch the snow.

Seeing her pretending to be affectionate, Jin Yan just smiled and said, "Yes, I am anxious to play in the snow, which makes my cousin worried."

Lu Xingchuan looked at her frostbitten hands, his palms trembling slightly.

Yan'er is afraid of the cold and can only look at the snow. She hates touching it because it will frostbite her hands.

Her hands need to be embroidered and held with embroidery needles, and they need to be protected.

But now, her hands were cracked and red and swollen from the cold, and she was afraid that she would never be able to hold the embroidery needle again.

They did not treat his Yan'er well, and tortured her to the point of losing weight in just a few days.

Lu Xingchuan was heartbroken to the point of bleeding, but he couldn't step forward or care.

I could only look at her with a neutral expression and say: "Stop being playful, apply some frostbite ointment and take good care of yourself. The snow will not disappear in a day or two. The snow season in Yunnan is very long."

He was not particularly enthusiastic, which made others think that Yan'er didn't care about him.

He is not particularly cold, making people think that he is a callous person.

After all, Yan'er followed him when he was down and out.

Lu Xingchuan's concern was just right, and Song Shuting finally lowered her guard and held his arm, "I heard that the snow in the capital is not as good as that in Yunnan. I am also curious and want to go to the capital to see it."

Lu Xingchuan forced himself to look away and looked at Song Shuting, "When there is a chance, I will take you back to Beijing to see her."

Song Shuting smiled coquettishly, "Brother Xingchuan, please remember, maybe you will return to Beijing soon."

This is a hint.

Is Uncle Wang finally going to send someone back to Beijing to investigate Lu Xingyi?

Lu Xingchuan was a little excited in his heart, but he didn't show any excitement. He said as usual: "I hope."

Song Shuting seemed to be in a good mood, and she pulled Lu Xingchuan to sit by the stove to warm herself up, sitting next to him.

Jin Yan sat across from them, warming herself quietly by the fire.

Her hands were indeed cold.

But what is colder is the heart.

After testing Lu Xingchuan's attitude, Song Shuting wanted to test Jin Yan again to see if she still had the dream of a pheasant flying up a branch and turning into a phoenix.

In front of Jin Yan, Song Shuting clung to Lu Xingchuan, holding his arm, and kept calling him "brother".

It reminds Jinyan of a pheasant she raised in a dilapidated temple, clucking all day long.

She was not jealous, and had no expression at all, which was much better than Lu Xingchuan's forbearing behavior.

It seemed that she never cared about him...

Song Shuting, who was so cold and cold, could not find any problems.

It was so cold that Lu Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was flowing away, and he couldn't catch it.

Finally, it was almost time to sit down, and Jin Yan stood up to say goodbye.

Hearing the cackling sound again, she was afraid that she might want to take a knife and kill the chicken.

Song Shuting stopped giggling, but pretended to be enthusiastic to persuade her to stay for dinner.

She also asked Lu Xingchuan to stay with her, as if Jin Yan didn't stay for dinner and was not giving her face.

Jin Yan refused to give her face, "I am from a humble background, and have been promoted by His Highness for a few days. I dare not forget my duty."

Song Shuting groaned, "Although you are a maid, you have followed Brother Xingchuan until now. It's okay to have a meal together."

She actually insisted on asking.

Jinyan didn't want to eat and looked at Lu Xingchuan.

This was the second time she looked at him, except for the one they had just walked in the door.

The eyebrows and eyes that used to be filled with veins seemed to be filled with today's wind and snow, and a feeling of coldness came to my face.

Finally, Lu Xingchuan looked away, with a smile on his lips, "Shu Ting, let her go. She is a maid after all, and she is not used to this kind of situation."

After Lu Xingchuan confirmed that she was a maid, Song Shuting finally calmed down.

"Well, let's eat together next time we have a chance."

Jinyan thanked her and left.

Just as I turned around, I suddenly heard him say again, "It's been cold lately, so don't hang out in the front yard if you have nothing to do."

Jin Yan paused for a moment, then turned around again and saluted, "Yes."

Jin Yan left without looking back, but the voice behind her could still be heard.

He heard Song Shuting ask him: "Why don't you let Jinyan come out?"

I heard his coaxing voice, "Don't you want to see her? Let her hang out in the front yard, I'm afraid you won't be happy to see her."

Song Shuting scolded, "No, I'm not a jealous person."

That's what he said, but that shy laugh was really harsh.

His voice of praise was even harsher.

Jin Yan thought at this moment that maybe she didn't love him either.

I was just deceived by his voice that could speak love words to anyone.

The long snow covered her footsteps, and everything became peaceful.

Yue Mo finally felt that a maid would not have an impact on her, and Song Shuting finally gave up torturing Jin Yan.

He ordered people to give her frostbite ointment and thick clothes. He also secretly ordered people to change Jinyan to Yilan Garden, with a separate courtyard and room.

Song Shuting is not stupid, and she doesn't want to push brother Xingchuan into a hurry.

Since he had never visited Jinyan secretly these days and only had a light attitude towards Jinyan, she was happy to be a generous person in front of brother Xingchuan.

Jinyan no longer has to work, her food has improved slightly, and she has a maid to serve her.

It's called serving, but it's nothing more than monitoring.

On New Year's Eve, she spent it alone in Yilan Courtyard.

A plate of dumplings, three side dishes, and a bottle of sake.

Jin Yan didn't eat anything, she just poured a glass of wine to drink.

The sake goes down the throat, and what falls into the heart is nostalgia.

I miss her being in the capital, socializing in the shop, drinking, even if she is hungover, at least she is free.

Not in this small courtyard surrounded by walls, where one is imprisoned and cannot take a single step.

She drank a bottle of wine, stood up with staggering steps, and climbed onto the bed.

I forgot to close the window, and a cold wind blew through. It was so cold.

The cold reminded her of that ruined temple.

There was draft everywhere and it was colder than in this room, but why did she never feel it?

That's probably because he will always hold her and warm her.

Who has he warmed now? Who will you warm up in the future? Jinyan didn't want to think deeply, so she wandered over and closed the window.

Finally, he was drinking and walking unsteadily. When he was about to reach the window, his steps faltered and he fell down.

There was no pain as expected, and she unexpectedly fell into someone's arms.

You can tell whose arms it is without looking up.