October 23, heavy snow.

The snow in front of the court is covered, and the blue waves in the wind lotus garden are full of ice. At a glance, there is only a vast expanse of wind and snow between heaven and earth.

Since Wenjiu went to the dungeon to pick up Xie Xiaoyan and lived in the Fenghe garden, many more romantic legends have appeared in the teahouse and wine shop in the imperial capital.

Even if she stays at home, someone keeps coming to her door.

First, a few maids with gold and jade filled the hall and cried with the shopkeepers and managers of various shops. Since Wenjiu left, these individuals have lost their backbone and shed tears one by one.

If a person who doesn't know the inside story sees Wen Jiu, he must think that Wen Jiu is an ungrateful man with extremely little affection and righteousness.

Mrs. Xie also often brings small six and seven to enjoy the wind and the moon. She warms the wine. She doesn't know what to see in the cold weather.

But the door was a guest, and Xie Dongfeng was there. He took a few small upstairs, lifted tiles, went into the water, knocked on the ice and fished. On the contrary, it was a rare leisure and lively.

Moreover, people from the household department go here several times a day, and all the people from up to down want to go to the wind lotus garden.

Now the Treasury can't take out a few hairs, so it points to Wen Caishen to solve this urgent problem.

The money and grain were originally transported to beizhou. Seeing that the disaster could be alleviated, but the weather was not beautiful. The snow continued for more than a month. The old emperor and all the ministers in the court were worried about their sleep and food, and the capital became cold.

On this day, the yard was covered with snow.

Wenjiu sat in the front hall, clearing the accounts with the same administrators, and the abacus was crackling.

The stewards were waiting. You said to me, "the people in this household are shameless. The shopkeeper gave so many food relief to the victims in beizhou. They rushed to the door one day to ask for money. What did you promise yourself in the palace?"

"We've done everything for him. What else do we need those officials to do? Just eat and don't work?"

"Even if the shopkeeper is the real God of wealth, he can't stand such consumption!"

Warm wine will count beads back to the original position, "OK, don't complain. If you have this Kung Fu, it's better to send those outside."

When they heard the speech, they immediately shut up.

The people do not fight with the officials.

Moreover, no matter how much money a merchant has, he is a little shorter than the people in officialdom.

Now those individuals in the household department are poor and have to warm wine to pretend to be grandchildren. When this thing is over, they turn their faces and don't recognize people, and their chin is higher than anyone else.

Xie Heng leaned against the stove to play chess with Yu, carelessly dropped the sunspot in his hand, "I'll go back."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were on the young man, full of "uncle's power"!

When Xie Xiaoyan was in the wind lotus garden, he could only stand outside the door and blow the wind.

If a teenager gets up and takes two steps outside, those individuals run faster than anyone else.

Warm wine "Hmm" and slowly turned over an account book.

Jin'er Yulu hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the wind came with snow, making the hall more warm as spring.

Xie Heng came out in the wind, and his clothes were turned over by the strong wind.

The crowd stretched their necks to see Xie Xiaoyan's enemies. Wen Jiu bent his fingers and gently knocked on the table, "which shop was it just now?"

They reluctantly took back their eyes and continued to talk about business.

Old Yu played with a chessboard by the fire and whispered, "why did you get here?"

Taking advantage of Xie Heng's absence, he silently changed the positions of the two sunspots. Only then did he nod with satisfaction and say to himself, "I'm blocked all at once. What chess do you play? That's right."

Wen Jiu, who was listening to the report of a group of managers, suddenly looked up, glanced at Yu Yu and reminded him with his eyes to "put the chess pieces back."

I'm so cheeky that I don't look at it directly as if I didn't see anything.

Wen Jiu reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, raised his eyes and looked out of the window.

There was heavy snow, and there was a vast expanse of white from far to near. Xie Heng stood in the corridor with his negative hand and glanced at the people in the house not far away, "here we go again?"

The youth is laughing, and the stars are turning in the amber eyes.

Qian Li, the Chamberlain of the Ministry of household, and some small officials running errands were so frightened that they softened their legs that they even said, "we are also under orders. Please don't embarrass us, childe Xie."

Qian Li lived in the third rank of official residence and spent many years in the imperial capital. He was also a long sleeved good dancer. Who knows, when he met Xie Xiaoyan and Wen Caishen, nothing would work.

According to common sense, which common people dare to let the official master blow and get cold outside.

It happened that these individuals in the wind Lotus Garden didn't seem to see them at all. Even the little maid didn't want to look at them more.

If the master here is unhappy, Xie Xiaoyan will come out and look at them with a smile.

Who can carry this?

Qian Li insisted for a moment. He couldn't stay any longer. He said "goodbye" and left quickly with a group of subordinates.

Xie Heng stood in place and disdained to say, "it's really boring."

Perfect, standing a few steps away, they looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

The group had just left.

Little six and seven came to the wind lotus garden with some young ladies. As soon as they entered the door, they shouted, "elder brother, let's make a snowman!"

Xie Heng reached out to catch the flying Xie Xiaoliu and couldn't help laughing: "Why are you sinking again?"

Xie Xiaoliu naturally doesn't admit it. He is coquettish and playful. He is as innocent as ever.

Xiao Qi grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it into a ball and smacked her, "don't rely on your eldest brother. How old is it? I don't know how ashamed!"

Wen Jiu said three or two words with someone in the room, and then looked out of the window. The two small ones had already fought with snow. Xie Heng broke a red plum, swept and tilted it leisurely, and beat back the snow they had hit.

Laughter continued between the heavy snow.

Her eyes stopped involuntarily.

There was a sudden voice in front of the court, "Xie Shilang is coming."