Chapter 1 Sighing at the Light in a Lazy Afternoon
Deep in the pavilion, a pot of tea is gradually boiling, and curls of smoke pour out from the spout, winding towards the ground. Scattered in all directions. In the room, a woman in green clothes held a heater in her hand and leaned lazily on the bed by the window. The glass window with good material blocked the cold outside, but allowed the falling snowflakes to come into view.
"The plum blossoms in Jiangzuo are warm and warm", the poem came out from the cold lips, and touched the light eyebrows, adding sadness.
"It's been a few days since we opened, and you, the shopkeeper, haven't shown up yet? It's really hard for us guys!"
The sound of giggling was accompanied by the sound of people wrapped in flaming red fox fur. The pretty figure and quiet face look lively because of the smart eyes.
"It is said that business is very bad, so you can't leave." The woman tilted her head, as if complaining, but she couldn't help but smile slyly.
Song Nuan's impatience did not allow for teasing, "It's not that bad, it's obviously very good! I agreed to help you finish this and then let me go back to Jiangnan. How can I be so ridiculous?" "
"When did I say that I would let you go back to Jiangnan for a few days? Don't think about it, how can I leave you?" The woman's words became more fierce, and she didn't give in at all. Don't give up until you reach your goal.
Apparently Song Nuan was driven into panic and shouted: "I hate you so much, I will never get along with you again!"
"Okay, okay, I'll let you go tomorrow. Can you let your brother Lang give me a hug?" Song Nuan's cheeks burned with embarrassment. He called the lady dirty.
Looking at the shy girl who turned her head and stamped her feet, the woman laughed so hard that her eyes were bent. Is this the same woman who was found dying in front of Jiang Mansion? How many bloody battles have we gone through together over the years? But Song Nuan still didn't want her to see her dark side. She would always be so childlike and innocent in front of her.
After sorting out his thoughts, Song Nuan said, "You asked me to start preparing this store in Beijing the year before last. The decoration and stocking were all top-grade, and it cost a lot of money. This is especially abnormal. No matter how much I tried to persuade you, you were unwilling to step in. A step forward from the capital, what is the reason this time?" The topic changed, and his eyebrows were calm and unbefitting his age.
"Song Nuan, you know, I will never hide anything I can tell you. This time, even I can't see through myself." Before the smile could be finished, there was a flash in his eyes. The sadness is almost ready to pour out.
Knowing that the young lady’s mood was unpredictable, Song Nuan didn’t say much. "It would be nice to always be able to make you feel a little better."
The slight smile after looking at each other is a tacit understanding that has been together for many years.
"It is said that Xu Xu will marry that Da Xipi in a few days. Is it true?" After quietly drinking tea, the woman in green said this without thinking.
"Da Xi Fei? Which Da Xi Fei? Aren't you Da Xi Fei?" Song Nuan did not answer the question, but interrupted.
The woman in green didn't say anything, she just stared at Song Nuan intensely.
Song Nuan tilted her head slightly, pretending to have an epiphany. "Are you talking about the new Prime Minister Xu? If you are just asking out of boredom, forget it. Don't worry about the rest of your thoughts. Our Jiang family has always been specialized in business and does not care about political affairs. Qianqian, don't let me down. ""
Song Nuan never let her have any contact with anyone in the court. She guessed the answer, and it was just a "Qian Qian" that woke her up. I have been in a dream since I left Jiangnan, almost forgetting that I am no longer the Da Xipi I used to be.
Jiang Qianqian, I am Jiang Qianqian, I can only be Jiang Qianqian.