From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 771
Ye Xiaoxiao just stared out quietly, the quietness and comfort of the countryside made her feel refreshed, the faint scent of green grass wafted in, and the drowsiness slowly climbed up.

So she yawned, turned around and climbed onto the bed, pulled off the quilt, and slowly closed her eyes.

It's not the thin brocade quilt at home, but the old coarse quilt in the countryside, but because it has been dried in the sun, it emits a faint fragrance. Ye Xiaoxiao can't help falling into sleep after smelling it.

Seeing that the little girl was asleep, Feng Junran turned around and left slowly.

A few days later, Ye Xiaoxiao found out that this village was called Zhouzhuang. It had a small population, but it had taken root here for thousands of years, and generations had lived here.

The little girl got up early in the morning, dressed and then slowly walked out of the house.

The main room was empty, there was no hot water for her to wash, no silk handkerchief, and no one who would wait for her to comb her hair. Ye Xiaoxiao blinked, and then remembered that all the food and daily life before she came out were Junjun. One person is taking care of.

Hmph, I, Ye Xiaoxiao, wouldn't starve to death without her!

The little girl groaned and walked out slowly. There was a well in the yard with an empty wooden barrel hanging.

Throwing the wooden barrel into the well, Ye Xiaoxiao saw that the clear well water had finally passed over the edge of the barrel, so Ye Xiaoxiao turned the handrail to fetch the water up, bent over humming, and put the bucket on the ground .

He raised his hands to see, the white palms were flushed red from being strangled.

Cursing her lips, Ye Xiaoxiao sighed, she is the eldest daughter of a first-class family, so naturally she has never done these things since she was a child, but it is different now...

Thinking about it, Ye Xiaoxiao brought a basin from the house, poured water into it, and started washing.

The courtyard of Zhan Hong's house is not big, but the courtyard door is closed, and people outside can't see what's going on inside. Only the man next door quietly looked over from the crack in the wall. The pair of eyes under the mask are not bad. very gloomy.

His little one has never done these things...

Feng Junran took a deep breath, and slowly turned his face away, not taking another look. He was afraid that if he saw too much, he would be unable to hold back, so he went in and arranged everything for the little man...

Beside the man, an old woman with silver hair was spinning. Seeing the man turning his head with a cold face, she couldn't help whispering: "Officer, you are so infatuated, your wife will definitely remember it, and she will of."

The old woman smiled while talking, her old eyes were full of kindness.

Feng Junran just looked at this, and suddenly thought of the empress dowager, the silver-haired grandmother, who also had such kind eyes.

Although his heart was moved, the man turned around indifferently, hummed lightly, turned and entered the room.

The mother-in-law cheerfully looked at the back of the person leaving, and spun slowly, shaking the spindle.

The grunting wheels are spinning non-stop, and the wooden brackets are creaking and swaying. Without the conspiracy and cunning in the palace, the peaceful and quiet countryside makes people feel more comfortable.

Even Feng Junran couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, carried a hoe from the corner of the wall, and walked out slowly.

After going out, and passing the closed door next door, the man paused, walked slowly to the door, and raised his voice, "Zhan Hong, are you at home, I'll get the basket."

The little man in the room was washing his hair, his long jet black hair was soaked in the basin, and floated softly, when he heard someone knocking on the door, Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and then fetched a silk handkerchief , wiping the water from her hair vigorously, she didn't see Zhan Hong when she got up, and she didn't know where she went, she probably went to work in the fields.

So she had to go to the door and opened the courtyard door.

Outside the door, the neighbor stood in front of him, still wearing the cold mask on his face, his thin lips were slightly pressed together, and his body was still covered with a coarse cloth bunt, but for some reason, Ye Xiaoxiao always felt that this person was very noble .

Feng Junran, you are also looking at Ye Xiaoxiao, the sun is falling softly from the top of her head, the tips of the pitch-black hair are dripping with crystal drops of water, and the wet long hair is hanging down on her shoulders , wet the clothes.

There are also drops of water on the little person's delicate face, which makes her look even more charming.

"Who are you? Where's Zhan Hong?" The man's voice was flat and hoarse.

Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "He... went out, I belong to him..." The little man thought for a while: "My distant cousin."

The man wearing the mask nodded slightly, and looked again, the black hair was sticking to the little man's forehead, he thought for a while, then took out a clean veil from his arms, and put it on top of her head: " Clothes are all wet."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and left, gradually disappearing outside the door.

Ye Xiaoxiao raised her eyes to see that the veil was on her head, it was obviously new and hadn't been used, and there was still a faint fragrance inside.

The little man couldn't help but smile with the corners of his mouth upturned, facing the back who had gone far away, he waved and said, "Thank you!"

The man's footsteps paused slightly, and then he turned around and looked back. The little man smiled and waved his little paws at him, his smiling face was covered with a faint halo, very cute.

Feng Junran couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and silently turned his head.

At least compared to being locked in a room by himself, the little man smiled happier...

Maybe, it's really not bad.

After leaving the village, he arrived at the field. Zhan Hong was lying in the wheat field pulling weeds, when he suddenly raised his head and saw a man standing on the field.

Even though he was wearing a mask, even though he couldn't see his face clearly, Zhan Hong could still deeply feel the cold and stern aura on the man.

So he could only wipe the sweat off his head, walked over in fear, and smiled at the man: "Master, what's wrong with you? Didn't you already follow your orders?"

"Go buy her something delicious."

Zhan Hong just put 120 of his minds at ease, not just to make trouble for himself, but...

"But Lord, we are also poor!"

The man glanced over indifferently, which made Zhan Hong shiver uncontrollably.

"I remember Xiaoxiao gave you a piece of silver."

Zhan Hong slapped his thigh violently: "Hey, look at my memory! Yes, it is a tael of silver, but it won't last long. Think about it, all good things are expensive!"

Zhan Hong smiled and looked at a certain man with a serious face. To be honest, he just wanted to see how much this man was willing to spend for this woman!
Feng Junran glanced at the person indifferently, took out a bank note from his arms, and threw it into Zhan Hong's arms: "The quilt and mattress have also been changed, she is only used to sleeping in brocade."

Hearing that Zhan Hong's hands trembled suddenly, brocade, that is the best material, and even the big households in the county rarely use brocade as bedding, and it is very expensive to wear...

(End of this chapter)