Houmen's concubine

Chapter 2
In the heavy snow, a carriage that does not look luxurious stopped steadily in front of the gate of Zhongyonghou Mansion.

Immediately next to the carriage was a row of well-dressed guards on horses.

As the curtain of the carriage was raised, a tall and tall young man in his twenties with a cold face stepped out of the carriage. He had long eyebrows, black hair and handsome face, and his eyes were particularly deep.Wearing a wide-sleeved brocade casual dress with finger-wide black fur edges, the dark lines of gold thread are smooth, and the corners of the robe rise gracefully as the snowflakes fall.

The boy next to him was busy holding an umbrella for him, but he took it over casually. In the heavy snow, he walked with the handle of the umbrella, with a calm and elegant demeanor, like a smooth and beautiful ink painting.

"Slave greets the son." The guard at the door saw that the son who had been away from the mansion for a few months had returned, and hurriedly opened the door, nodding and bowing to welcome the master into the mansion.

This is Xie Yuheng, the eldest son of the Zhongyong Houfu who went to Jiangnan a few months ago to investigate a case of embezzlement.

It has been more than three months since he left. Before he left, the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard hadn't fallen yet. Now that he came back, the shadows of the osmanthus flowers were gone. However, the wintersweet flowers in the mansion were quietly blooming.

As soon as he walked through the hanging flower gate, he saw a few servants dragging two maidservants who seemed to have been tortured towards the corner gate.

There were bright bloodstains on the snow along the way.

They raised their eyes to see Xie Yuheng in front of them, hurriedly dropped the handmaiden who had fainted from the pain, and greeted him in a hurry: "The servant has seen the eldest son."

Xie Yuheng frowned slightly, "Yeah." He said, knowing that the servants had offended the master again, and they were beaten and sold out.

Needless to say, the one who was tortured must be the servant girl in Feiqing Court.

He and his mother punished the subordinates, even though they were still beating the board, and then sent them to the farm in the countryside, but it was impossible to beat them like this and drag them away.

Only the father's aunts and his concubine children in the Feiqing Courtyard would have no scruples about the face of the Hou Mansion.

He didn't want to ask about it at first, because thinking about those messy things in his father's yard made him feel uncomfortable.

Xie Yuheng came back from illness after suffering from a cold during this trip to the south of the Yangtze River.

Because it was too unimaginable, he wanted to be alone.

He drove Xiao Mo and Xiao Yan, who had been waiting close to him, out of the carriage and asked them to ride horses.

At this moment, there was a 'bang' in my heart for no reason, so I turned my head and asked, "Which yard is this maid?"

The few servants who had just dragged them away were grabbing the arms of the two maidservants and continuing to drag them towards the outer corner door. Hearing the sound, they stopped and replied respectfully: "My son, it's Qinghe Garden. handmaid."

"Ah."

Several servants saw that Xie Yuheng didn't stop, his figure was as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, and they walked away briskly, they still dragged him to the corner gate.

Alas?
Xie Yuheng murmured inwardly, strangely, in the last life it was the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, because the concubine sister Xie Yuwan caused trouble, which caused all the servants in her yard to be implicated, could it be earlier in this life?

Xie Yuheng's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: No, I'm afraid the little girl will not be able to escape this whip just like her previous life.

He was naive and ignorant in his memory, he used to look at his little girl with a pair of watery almond eyes, and called himself in a soft and soft voice: Master.

In this life, I have to protect her well, and don't let that idiot Xie Yuhuai take a fancy to him and become his little liaison, causing the little girl to lose her life.

While thinking in his heart, he immediately ordered: "Huang Yu, hurry to Qinghe Garden and tell them that a maid named Wang Tong'er was spared punishment."

Huang Yu, the guard who had been by his side since he was a child, was stunned for a moment. Ever since the passing of the concubine, the master has never been indifferent to women. Why does he suddenly want to take care of a little girl now?
The most important thing is that his master basically doesn't ask about the affairs of the Emerald Court. Usually when he sees Zhongyonghou, he only respects him on the surface, and never cares about him in private.

He raised his eyes and saw the cold and warning eyes of Master Shi Zi, lowered his head subconsciously, cupped his hands and said: "Yes, this subordinate will go right away." After finishing speaking, the tall and burly body walked away quickly.

The heavy snow is silent, plain and white as Juan.

There is silence between heaven and earth, except for the rustling sound of snow falling.

All the scenery in the Hou Mansion was covered by heavy snow.

The bluestone road under the feet is probably just cleaned by the servants, and the snow only reaches the surface of the feet.

Walking around the screen wall, stepping on the veranda, I saw the Huiju Courtyard where my mother Rong lived, and saw a woman with her head bowed and wiping her tears with her sleeves coming out from the courtyard door, and walked quickly towards the Jade Courtyard. go.

Xie Yuheng didn't care, and entered Huiju Garden after a while, and threw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to Xiaoyan, another servant, Xiaomo, who went to pick up the thick door curtain, and turned sideways to let the master in.

Xiao Mo put down the curtain, followed closely behind, helped Xie Yuheng untie his black fur robe, hung it directly on the crook of his arm, and waited in the outer room.

Mrs. Hou, Mrs. Rong sat on a comfortable wisteria armchair, wearing a smoky purple lilac make-up beanie on the outside, an indigo ruyi pattern woven gold brocade jacket on the inside, and a smoky blue pleated Hunan skirt. A lady of this age wears it, plain yet gorgeous.Although he is in his 40s, because he is pampered, he looks like he is in his thirties.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that the son who came in through the curtain was the son who had left home on business and came back, she immediately smiled, stood up and came forward, stretched out her hand to hold her son's hand, and asked excitedly and concernedly: "Eh? It's Heng'er who's back, so why don't you let anyone tell you, mother will send someone to meet you. Is it cold under such heavy snow? Let Wei mother see, have you lost weight?"

Xie Yuheng looked at Rong's rosy cheeks that were slightly pale at the moment, and replied distressedly: "Mother, my son is in good health! It's just that my mother's kisses have weakened a bit."

In the huge main room, the decorations inside are all exquisite and luxurious. In the center of the room is a large Ru kiln vase, filled with a bottle of wintersweet.

No wonder you smell a tangy plum blossom scent as soon as you enter the door.

A three-legged incense burner with ambergris was burning in front of the pear blossom wood embroidered screen from the south of the Yangtze River, and the charcoal fire on the copper stove by the window was crackling and burning, making the room as warm as spring.

Rong's accompanying room, Nurse Lin, also smiled and bowed to him, "Your Majesty is back, Madam misses you very much every day!"

The two big girls in Rong's house, Qiao'er and Zhu'er also came over to greet with a smile: "My maidservant greets the son."

"Ah."

Since she was the servant girl in the mother's house, Xie Yuheng was still very face-saving, and agreed gently.

Qiao'er said obediently: "The servant girl is going to make a pot of Longjing tea for the son."

"Ah."

Xie Yuheng nodded and responded.

Because Xie Yuheng usually likes to drink Longjing tea, the Rong family also keeps a few small jars of Longjing tea here.

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