[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

The Pei family treats their servants generously, and the winter clothes are not too cold.Chu Songluo finished dressing up in the clothes of a handyman, and Pei Wen seemed to be still asleep, so he closed the door softly and went out.Qing Jin had been waiting outside a long time ago, and handed him a gray-brown fisherman's statue, and said in a low voice, "Don't damage this one..." She took a look, and saw that the maids were busy doing the work. When I was preparing for cleaning in the morning, I added in a low voice, "Don't use those yellow ones, the toner is close to white but not white, so you can use it."

She kept her head down when she was talking, and finally raised her head to look at Chu Songluo quickly, before he could answer, she blushed and walked away from him quickly.

Chu Songluo turned to her back and said, "Thank you." Then he walked towards the plum garden with the bottle in his hand.

He walked along the narrow path, as if he had already grasped the courtyard of Pei's house clearly.The snow that fell last night was only piled up on the grass and trees, but the stone paths were all wet and black.The black is turbid, and the winter nights are long, so there is a vague sense of loneliness and spaciousness when you wake up in the morning.

——Chu Songluo subconsciously doesn't like this kind of situation where he is affected by the environment and develops some kind of unintended feelings.

The temperature from the smooth glazed surface of the Fisherman Zun is naturally lower than that of human beings, but Chu Songluo feels that such coldness makes him feel more at ease.

After entering the plum garden, the flower farmer greeted him. Seeing Chu Songluo's attire, he couldn't help crying, "Young master, why should you suffer such a big humiliation? The old minister is uneasy—"

Chu Songluo didn't answer this question, but seeing Hua Nong take off his cloak and put it on for him, he shook his head slightly to show that he was not cold, and said in a low voice: "This servant is not a young master, but just a handyman."

The flower farmer understood that he was cautious and was afraid of revealing his identity, so he bent his body like an ordinary flower farmer and led him to the forest where young Jin picked early plums.

Chu Songluo stepped on the soil that was somewhat moist due to the melting snow, and suddenly asked, "Sir, you have been tending flowers and plants for 12 years, do you still remember the appearance of the Xuan room?"

The figure of the flower farmer froze for a moment.

Chu Songluo didn't know what the name of the flower farmer was now; he only knew that Lu Ji and Lu Shiheng were important ministers of the old court.He was imprisoned in Pei's house back then, and it was Lu Ji who lobbied the gentry from all walks of life to secretly teach him the scriptures and music books once every three days.Later, Chu Songluo's father, the frail and sickly emperor, was poisoned by eunuchs bought by the southern dignitaries and replaced by a puppet who claimed to be the emperor's youngest son. The world thought that he committed suicide for the late emperor, and then sneaked into Pei's mansion and pretended to be a flower farmer to help him escape from Pei's mansion, and sent him to the general Wang Bi who was "lost in the field" by a treacherous minister, and entrusted him with the last lifeblood of the dynasty.Now even if it is just to show his tolerance to his ministers and remember the past, Chu Songluo must invite him back.

Lu Ji turned around and looked at his past students carefully.The young man from back then was already looking at him sincerely like jasper and strong pines.

In those eyes, there is not only the admiration and curiosity of the old boy, but also the emaciated look of Tuo Gu on the sick bed of the late emperor. —they are so alike.

——Tuo Gu, it’s in the announcement room.

The Xuan Room is where the emperor lives, and the confidant ministers naturally often enter the Xuan Room.When Chu Songluo asked him this way, he was asking him if it would help him return to the emperor's heart.

But the past is long gone after all, he shook his head and sighed, "I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk halfway."

He turned around and continued to lead the way—this was a tactful refusal.Chu Songluo followed obediently without any disappointment.Lu Ji is not a timid person who fears death, he just doesn't want to think about many things in the past.

Just let him remember it.Chu Songluo seemed to be a little bit self-deprecating, but also a little bit relieved and said: "If there is no husband, there will be no one to tell me about my father." He added softly, "General Wang has also gone."

Lu Ji suddenly stopped in his tracks.He was silent for a while, and said, "It's the flower tree here."

Chu Songluo had already made a long-term battle plan, so Lu Ji still avoided answering. He also felt that he had made great progress today, so he thanked him and was about to get flowers when he suddenly heard Lu Ji say, "I would like to hold the bottle for the young master."

- It's done.

Chu Songluo smiled slightly, "The fisherman is a young man, that's not the case with the master's weapon."

As he plucked the first flower, he said meaningfully: "It's cold in winter, Mr. is old, so be careful not to fall."

***

At the moment when the sky was about to light up, Chu Songluo just put the last flower into the bottle and closed the lid.

The sky dawned very quickly, and just as he walked out of the gate of the plum garden, it was already a clear morning.The fisherman's statue, which looks beige in black, is originally a mellow cowpea red, which matches very well with the pale, almost white flowers in the statue.He had just walked back to the yard when he saw Pei Wen running into the yard with his bare feet and hair covered in anxiety. Seeing him standing at the door, he rushed up and grabbed his wrist, "Chu Songluo, where are you going?" Already!?"

Chu Songluo said: "I don't know who Xiaolangjun said Chu Songluo is, the servant's name is Mu San, and he just went to pick the dark incense in the name of Xiaolangjun."

Only then did the maids catch up from the house, knelt on the ground to wipe Pei Wen's feet and shoes, and whispered to him to go back to the house before combing his hair.

Qing Kui followed Pei Wen into the house, and Qing Jin came up to take the Fisherman Zun from Chu Songluo's hand.Chu Songluo was planning to retreat like this, but Pei Wen suddenly said: "That...Musan! You stay here, Qingkui, you go to the deacon today and tell him that this person has been transferred to me."

Pei Wen should have already had a high opinion of the prince Chu Songluo, but he still couldn't reach the level of the final standard that could be recognized by the world's core.

Chu Songluo has never been in a hurry, but he feels that he enjoys the plan of restoring the country more than Pei Wen - even though restoring the country is also part of the attack on Pei Wen.But he has long been used to a life where he can't pick and choose—if he is still alive, so he acquiesced in the life plan of staying with Mr. Pei Xiaolang.

After entering the room, Pei Wen sat down and let Qing Kui tie her hair, but from the corner of the bronze mirror, she saw the bottle Qing Jin was holding, "Is this the dark incense that I picked this morning?"

Qing Jin smiled and said yes, and said again: "It's just a matter of time to ask Madam early, and you can take this directly. The young man is filial, and Madam will be happy."

Pei Wen looked strange, "I won't take it."

Qing Jin's smile froze all of a sudden, "Then—"

Pei Wen stuck for a long time, as if he finally thought of the reason, he said impatiently, "How can the flowers handled by the dirty handyman be used by Auntie? Qingjin should go tomorrow and get another bottle."

Qing Jin agreed, and asked cautiously: "Then what should we do with this bottle of dark fragrance?"

Pei Wen clicked his tongue impatiently, "Stay in my yard, deal with it, and make a bottle of dark fragrance tea alone."

***

After washing and grooming, the mighty group followed Pei Wen to Mrs. Pei's place.It is said that General Pei guarded Jiangyin, and the gentry sent hundreds of beautiful singers and dancers. General Pei drank and had fun all day long, playing with these singers and dancers, very chic and happy.Mrs. Pei should have gotten used to it long ago - when he was in the south, he had the warm and fragrant nephrite from the south, and in Luojing, he had the green willows and red flowers in Luojing.But Mrs. Pei was born in the Xie family, with a noble heart, and she was known as a talented woman before she got married. Naturally, she felt unwilling to marry such a person.She gave birth to a son, Pei Wen, but she seldom cared about him.

Pei Xie's method of revenge on her husband was also excessive.

She has a group of servant girls, all of whom are beautiful.The boudoir is lonely, somehow she is so good at grinding the mirror, she wants the servant girl to please her with her tongue;

Chu Songluo's ability to coax Pei Wen into a twitch is naturally related to the many times when he bumped into his mother and the maidservants when he was young, either happily or angrily.

Therefore, compared with the love of intercommunication, the strong and weak relationship between controlling and being controlled is natural-and pain is pleasant, and obedience is praised.

To be controlled means to be needed.

Pain and reward means being loved.

Pei Wen thought he had found love.

Shhh - don't say it out loud.

Because love is a disgrace, a feeling that cannot be controlled.Whisper it to him in painful and joyful moments, and he will melt it into his blood, engrave it into his mind, and sear it into his bone marrow.

Longing for your unique love.