Concubine

Chapter 392

Hong Ling has been busy outside. In this cold winter, her body is freezing cold. Hong Ling curled up to prevent Yang Qiuchi, and smiled: "Master, Hong Ling is very cold, can you wait a while?"

"Stupid!" Yang Qiuchi scolded affectionately, "I'll help you warm up, it will freeze you like an ice bump!" He hugged Hong Ling into his arms.

Hong Ling's icy little hands were pressed against Yang Qiuchi's chest, it was really cold, Yang Qiuchi shivered involuntarily, which made Hong Ling giggle, and wanted to leave a little distance so as not to freeze him, but Yang Qiuchi hugged him tightly Can't move in my arms.

Hong Ling snuggled into Yang Qiuchi's arms, feeling very warm, and said softly: "Master, you are so kind to Hong Ling..."

"You're talking stupid again, aren't you! It's all over, we two are not allowed to call me master in private, we need to be called by my first name, or I will punish you!"

"Oh~! Brother Qiuchi..." Hong Ling called softly shyly.

"That's right!" Yang Qiuchi kissed her cold face, "It's going to snow in this damn weather."

"Yeah, in the afternoon, I saw that the sky was gloomy, and I'm afraid it will snow at night."

"It's snowing, it's a pure, silver-white world." Speaking of the world of ice and snow, Yang Qiuchi couldn't help thinking of Liu Ruobing's glamorous and beautiful face.

Hong Ling seemed to have guessed what Yang Qiuchi was thinking, hesitated for a moment, and summoned up the courage to ask: "Brother Qiuchi, Senior Liu...Senior Liu..." He said two Senior Liu in a row, but there was no more words.

Yang Qiuchi's arm was used as her pillow, he held her in his arms, stroked her smooth back, and said: "You can say what you want, the two of us, and there are no outsiders."

"Well," Yang Qiuchi said that there was no outsider, and Hong Ling dispelled her worries, "Senior Liu...whose child is it?"

Yang Qiuchi was slightly startled, how should I answer this question?Except for Song Yun'er, no one knew that Liu Ruobing was pregnant with her own child. However, if others asked her, how would she answer this question? This question, which she hadn't thought about carefully before, was suddenly placed in front of her so realistically.

No matter what, Liu Ruobing and his affairs must not be spoken out, otherwise, Liu Ruobing might be forced to go away, and she will never be seen again.Yang Qiuchi hesitated and said: "This... I don't know too much... about seniors, we'd better not ask too much."

Hong Ling Bingxue was smart, nodded her head hurriedly, and nestled obediently in Yang Qiuchi's arms.

Yang Qiuchi: "Baby, we have to figure out a way to make this bulge up too."

Hong Ling chuckled and raised her eyes. In the darkness, her pair of red phoenix eyes were watery and sparkling, and her sweet and waxy voice was so alluring: "What can I do...?"

In the night outside the window, the snowflakes are falling lightly all over the sky.

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Chengdu has not seen such a heavy snowfall for many years.

In the early morning, the heavy snow that had been dancing all night had stopped, and the joyful shouts of children faintly heard Yang Qiuchi awake.He opened his eyes in a daze, it was already dawn, and the warm quilt in this winter night was good for sleeping, and he slept until dawn.

"Lingling~!" Yang Qiuchi muttered, there was no more red silk in the bed, Hongling always got up early, when Yang Qiuchi woke up, his clothes were warmed up, and the delicious breakfast was ready.

Although Yang Qiuchi's voice was very soft, Hong Ling from the outer room still heard it, lifted up the thick curtain and walked in: "Master, you are awake! It's really snowing, it's snowing so heavily, the ground is completely white Yes, it's so beautiful!"

Hearing this, Yang Qiuchi sat up, a gust of cool wind penetrated into the quilt, making him shiver from the cold, and quickly burrowed into the quilt again.

Hong Ling covered her mouth and smiled, and hurriedly stuffed the warm underwear into Yang Qiuchi's quilt.Yang Qiuchi put on his underwear under the quilt, then lifted the quilt and sat on the side of the bed, Hong Ling quickly helped Yang Qiuchi put on his robe, and said: "Master, Miss Song has been here several times, seeing you sleeping Dexiang, I didn't bother you."

"What is she doing here so early in the morning—to force me to practice internal skills again, well, where is she?"

"We're having a snowball fight with the children outside." Hong Ling said, "It's Master Wu's children and some playmates."

"Ha!" Hearing this, Yang Qiuchi yelled, opened the curtain and ran out. Just as he opened the door of the outer room, a snowball hit him on the head, and the cold snow went straight into his neck. He gasped for breath, bent down to shake the snow on his neck.

Song Yun'er and the children could be heard giggling, and the little black dog was also barking happily in the yard.Before he could see the situation clearly, several large and small snowballs flew over, some of them hit him, and some hit the door.

Yang Qiuchi is not afraid of snowball fights. He practiced a lot when he was a child. With a cat waist, he grabbed a few handfuls of snow, rubbed it, and flew towards Song Yuner with a brush.

Song Yun'er didn't hide, the snowball bloomed on her shoulders like a beautiful snow lotus.

Hongling smiled and helped Yang Qiuchi fight back with the snowball at Song Yuner and the children. For a while, the garden was full of playful laughter.

At this time, Nan Gongxiong hurried in and whispered a few words in Yang Qiuchi's ear. Yang Qiuchi was startled, and then his face became happy, and he waved to Song Yun'er.

Song Yun'er knew something was wrong, and asked those children to play elsewhere, then ran over excitedly, and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"The personable and capable Mr. Kuang Mi Kuang you mentioned is back and is paying homage to Miss Wu Qiaozhen in the mourning hall."

"Oh! Hurry up, let's catch him!" Song Yuner said happily, holding Yang Qiuchi's hand and was about to leave, but seeing that Yang Qiuchi didn't move, she was a little surprised and asked, "What's wrong? Let's go! Get that Kuang Mi go!"

"Arrest him? Why arrest him? He is a Jinshi, and his father is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy. There is no real evidence, how to arrest him?"

Song Yuner was taken aback for a moment: "He... he is the most suspect!"

Yang Qiuchi shook his head: "There is only suspicion, but there is no sufficient evidence. You can't touch him, and you can't touch him."

"Then what should we do? Let him get away with it?"

"You don't have any evidence to prove that he committed a crime, so why do you say that he got away with it? Hehe, you can't decide a case based on your feelings alone." Yang Qiuchi patted the back of Song Yuner's hand, "However, this Kuang Mi is indeed suspected of a big crime. , we're going to check it out. But keep calm, so as not to startle the snake."

Yang Qiuchi said a few words to Hong Ling, and led Song Yun'er, Nan Gongxiong and other guards out of the courtyard gate.This is the Chief Envoy's Inner Yamen compound, and Xia Ping's female guards are protecting it, so it's no problem.

The little black dog bounced and chased after a few steps, Hong Ling whistled, and the little black dog reluctantly returned to Hong Ling's side.

The mourning hall is set in the hall in front of the inner office, and Yang Qiuchi and the others live in the back garden, and they have to pass through the entire inner office to reach the mourning hall in front.

Yang Qiuchi strolled along the garden path on the creaking white snow.Going up a long corridor, I saw a layer of snow covering the railings, and a plum tree beside the pond outside the corridor was dotted with white snow, which was extraordinarily enchanting, so I dragged my voice, shaking my head and singing the song of the early Tang Dynasty. "Looking at the Snow":
Yinhua Zhushu dawn to see,
Waking up with a hangover is twice as cold.

Like Wang Gong wearing a crane cloak,
Leaning on the railing is still a jade railing.

"My lord is so excited!" A girl's voice came from the promenade in front. Although it was clear and sweet, it was a bit vulgar.

Yang Qiuchi turned around and saw a woman in her early twenties standing at the corner of the corridor, wearing a pink dress and a silver-gray fox fur cloak, leaning against the railing with a smile, holding a stove in her arms , followed by two little maids.

It must be Wu Ciren's concubine.Yang Qiuchi looked at her with a smile.

The woman approached slowly, and her walking posture was very provocative. Obviously, this walking posture was a kind for men.

When the woman came to Yang Qiuchi's side, Yang Qiuchi took a closer look, the woman was quite pretty, but her expression made people look uncomfortable, reminding one of the woman in a brothel smiling.

The woman twisted her body and saluted Yang Qiuchi coquettishly: "My lord, you got up early!"

Yang Qiuchi returned a salute: "Young lady got up early too." He didn't know if it was Wu Ciren's concubine, he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The woman laughed flamboyantly, her voice was high-pitched and loud, and the red plum by the pond felt trembling.

Yang Qiuchi couldn't help frowning, if this person was Wu Ciren's concubine, it would be too bad, how could Wu Ciren's dignified chief minister of the second rank find such a frivolous woman.

"My lord, I'm afraid you don't know who I am?" The woman rolled her eyes and gave Yang Qiuchi a frivolous look.

Yang Qiuchi nodded, but said nothing.

"The concubine Hua Xiangrong is our master's fourth aunt."

Yang Qiuchi remembered that yesterday, the slave Zhang Zhaocai said that Wu Ciren only had sons from his fourth and fifth aunts, so this woman should be the one who gave birth to the first son for this family.No wonder so arrogant.

Hua Xiangrong walked up to Yang Qiuchi, almost clinging to him, a strong fragrance went straight into Yang Qiuchi's nose.

I don't know if it's because of the cold weather or because of her strong fragrance, Yang Qiuchi felt itchy in his nostrils, he almost sneezed on Hua Xiangrong's face, he shrugged his nose, but he held it back.

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PS: Wood really hopes that the monthly pass can also fall like a heavy snow all over the sky, how beautiful it is. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please visit www.CMFU.COM, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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