Wanyan Honglie is reborn

Chapter 13 New Year's Eve

There is heavy snow, and the snow is very enchanting.

The coachman was wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and was driving from Jiaxing to Lin'an. Along the way, goose feathers and heavy snow fell, and the coachman's body was covered with snow. If you look at it from a distance, it looks like a snowman driving a cart.

The cabin was hot, and the kettle on the iron stove was bubbling.

Huang Yaoshi took out a large bowl from the low cabinet, put it on top of the low cabinet, and poured the fried camellia oleifera into the bowl, and poured the hot water on the stove.A strong aroma came out, and the camellia in the big bowl slowly melted, and there were enough peanut kernels, peach kernels and black sesame seeds.

"Stop." Huang Yaoshi said calmly.

The coachman tightened the reins, gave a signal, and the carriage stopped. "What's the matter, sir?" the coachman asked tremblingly, rubbing his hands. Although he was wearing gloves, he couldn't bear the heavy snow. He sat motionless on the shaft and drove the car for an hour, his whole body was already stiff from moving.

I saw that the tightly hung curtains were lifted, and a gust of hot air rushed towards my face.The coachman only felt that his face was hot, and the icicles on his eyelashes seemed to be melted. He was so comfortable that he just wanted to stay warm.Just as he was distracted, he saw a slender white and slender hand coming out holding a large bowl, and a cold voice came from the carriage, "Take it."

When the coachman came back to his senses, he looked at a large bowl of steaming camellia oleifera in front of him, and he couldn't help taking a few more sips just because of the tangy aroma.It's so fragrant, even more fragrant than my own mother-in-law's frying, and the ingredients are also sufficient.

"Take it." An impatient voice remembered.

The coachman stretched out his stiff fingers to hold the bowl tremblingly, and the hot air passed through his cold fingertips, which immediately warmed his whole body.

"This, this, sir?" The coachman didn't know what it meant, or it was just as he guessed in his heart.

"Let's go after drinking." The voice was still impatient and cold.

But the coachman felt extremely enthusiastic in his ears, and hurriedly took a sip carefully, the cold all over his body seemed to be driven away, and his whole heart was ironed.After drinking it one mouthful at a time, the whole stomach warmed up and the person became energetic.Carefully handed the bowl in.

"There is hot water at the corner of the curtain, wash it yourself, and just put it in the corner." Huang Yaoshi Aijie, Huang Yaoshi naturally didn't plan to use the bowl used by the driver.

The coachman has traveled all over the world and has never seen anyone before, so he naturally knows what Huang Yaoshi means, this bowl is probably dedicated to him.Open the corner of the curtain, and there is indeed a stove.Taking advantage of a corner, the driver hurriedly rinsed the bowl, put the bowl aside, said in a low voice, "Thank you," and concentrated on driving.

It's just a sideshow.The carriage then drove on smoothly.

Wanyan Honglie had a panoramic view of the scene just now, Huang Yaoshi became more and more incomprehensible to him.Obviously he is a lowly driver, they pay a lot of money, he takes the job, no matter the weather is cold or the ground is freezing, it is his business to send them to the place, why do he have to make oil tea for a coolie himself?If it is to win people's hearts, what's the use of a driver?Wanyan Honglie couldn't understand, he lived two lifetimes, and he always firmly believed that he should use all means to get what he wanted, and at the same time, he should try his best to win over what was useful to him, this is correct.For a useless person, Wanyan Honglie really doesn't understand and can't learn to lower his status to please.

The carriage is very quiet, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the rustling sound of falling snow.

Huang Yaoshi leaned against the carriage, with a thick cushion behind him.The casual actions in the plain robe are extremely chic.Wanyan Honglie lowered his head, and saw one of Huang Yaoshi's cuffs slightly rolled up. It should be that the cuffs were rolled up for the driver to make oil tea just now. The light in the carriage was dim, but Wanyan Honglie still saw the fair skin on the man's wrist, and saw the wrist move slightly. , The scroll in my hand turned a page.

It's just a very casual and ordinary movement, but it's so elegant and elegant on Huang Yaoshi's body.

Wanyan Honglie couldn't help resting his chin, why didn't he meet Huang Yaoshi early in his previous life?If we met early... then what?I met early, and then what will happen to me?Thinking of this, Wanyan Honglie couldn't help being stunned.

In the previous life, Li Shier gave birth to Wanyan Honglie, and only after half a year did she earn the favor of Wanyan Jing and was named Concubine Shu, but she did not move into Zhaoxia Palace, so Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong did not meet each other when they came to steal the medicine. Yan Honglie is only a five-year-old child, so he is naturally not interested in the excitement of these assassins in the palace.

The horse's hooves creaked and creaked as they stepped on the snow. On this snowy afternoon, Wanyan Honglie sat in the warm carriage, propped his chin and fell asleep in deep thought.

Huang Yaoshi put down the scroll in his hand, looked sideways at Wanyan Honglie who was sleeping soundly.

He just kept looking at himself, why?

Wanyan Honglie was already fast asleep, so naturally he would not give him an answer.

Pulling over the quilt on the inside of the carriage, he carefully covered Wanyan Honglie. Huang Yaoshi then picked up the book on the side and read it. After a while, he put the book on the side again, sighed secretly, and decided to take a nap in the afternoon Will keep in good health.

So, with the creaking sound, the two people in the carriage fell asleep.

Arriving at Bibo Mountain Villa, it was already sunset on the western mountain. In the heavy snow, the smoke from the houses in the mountain was curling up, and the past was covered with snow.

Although Bibo Mountain Villa is built on the top of a farmhouse in the outskirts, it doesn't need to be a star or a half away from the residences of officials and ministers.The carriage stopped at the gate of the villa, and the driver who drove the carriage all the year round was trembling when he saw Wei Li's gate. He swept off the residual snow on his body, took off his bamboo hat, and then stepped forward to knock on the door.

Soon the door creaked, and the sound was very long, like a sigh after a hundred years.

The door was only a crack open, a servant stretched out half of his body, glanced at the knocker, and said crisply: "Hi, who are you looking for?"

The driver rubbed his hands, "I'm a driver, entrusted by Mr. Huang..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the little boy's eyes light up, and he said loudly to the back: "The young master is back! The young master is back!" After speaking, he shouted towards the door, "Laifu, go and report to the housekeeper, young master!" The young master is back!" After he finished speaking, he quickly opened the half-open door and ran out in a hurry.

The driver was dumbfounded, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Mr. Huang holding Xiaomao who was traveling with him in his arms.

"Fusheng, make arrangements for the driver, and he will be leaving tomorrow morning." Huang Yaoshi's usually indifferent expression also warmed a little at this moment.

The little boy named Fu Sheng nodded, smiling so that the two dimples on his face twinkled, "The young master is kind-hearted." After finishing speaking, he wanted to ask the young master who was in his arms again!Before he could leave his mouth, he heard a noise behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the housekeeper and Laifu.

The housekeeper is a man in his 40s, he looks very serious, but when he sees Huang Yaoshi, his face is still a little moved, his eyes are shining, "Young master is back, just come back as soon as you come back." Lai Fu said: "Pack up the young master's things in the carriage, and if it's getting late, the coachman will arrange to rest in the village for a night, and it won't be too late to leave tomorrow."

Fu Sheng, who was standing beside him, interjected, "The butler is as kind-hearted as the young master!"

The butler immediately put on a serious face, Fu Sheng was not afraid of seeing him, he smiled, and followed Lai Fu and a few servants to tidy up the things on the carriage.

Huang Yaoshi said in a gentle voice: "Uncle Yan, save the books in the carriage. This carriage is rented, and the rest will be given to the driver."

After hearing this, Uncle Yan casually said to the few people who were sorting out: "Just keep the books on the car, be careful." Then, with a little caution, "Young master, is this in your arms? Or, I'll let you Can you take Ran Mo back to Zhuangzi first?"

Huang Yaoshi shook his head, "This is me... Junior Brother."

Seeing that Huang Yaoshi refused to let Ran Mo hug him, Mr. Yan stopped talking, and quickly led Huang Yaoshi back, saying as he walked, "Young master has worked hard all the way, but he didn't come back until New Year's Eve. In the evening, I happened to celebrate the new year with the old lady, the old lady..." Thinking of something, he sighed slightly, "The old lady has been thinking about the young master a lot, and the wife is also thinking about the young master all day long, how long will the young master come back to stay this time?"

Hearing this, Huang Yaoshi paused, without speaking, walked through the corridor, and entered his room.

The room was covered with floor heating, and it was warmed up early. Knowing that Huang Yaoshi didn't like to use incense, he folded cold plums and put them in the room. Once the heat evaporated, the whole room was filled with a faint scent of cold fragrance.

Huang Yaoshi put Wanyan Honglie on his bed, covered him with a quilt carefully, stood up, and whispered: "Mother has a heart." Such meticulousness, only a mother can do it.

The two left the room, and Huang Yaoshi closed the door.

In the room, on the bed, Wanyan Honglie opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, he didn't look like he just woke up.Wanyan Honglie woke up as early as the moment Huang Yaoshi hugged him out of the carriage, but he didn't know if it was him who woke up in a daze. At this time, I don't know how to go down, how to say hello, and this has been delayed until now.

Throwing off the quilt, Wanyan Honglie looked down at the padded shoes on the side of the bed, saw that the size of the shoes belonged to Huang Yaoshi, and for some reason, one pair was about to be inserted directly into the large pair of padded shoes, while On the contrary, Jinxiu Cloud Boots stood alone.

He was only wearing unlined clothing, but he wasn't cold either.Wanyan Honglie dragged his oversized cotton shoes, looking at Huang Yaoshi's room.The whole room is very large, divided into bedroom, living room and study room. Wanyan Honglie walks out from the bedroom and passes through an arched door, which is the living room.The living room is furnished simply, with a four-corner table of rosewood and a similarly carved chair. On the table is a white jade vase with plum blossoms in full bloom. It is very eye-catching.Walking all the way in, he saw a wooden lattice door, which was unlocked, Wanyan Honglie guessed that this was the study room.After hesitating for a few seconds, he pushed away the study room, somehow, he just believed that Huang Yaoshi would not be angry, for no reason.

The furniture in the bedroom and living room is simple and tidy. It feels like the owner rarely lives there. It is deserted and the furnishings are simple.But the study room is different. Let’s not talk about the neatly arranged books in the rows of bookcases. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk and the jade bucket next to it can be seen. The number of calligraphy and painting scrolls in it can be seen. I spend most of my time here.

Open a volume casually, unfold it slowly, and what catches the eye is a picture of a lonely wild goose in autumn cold.

creak.

Wanyan Honglie heard the sound, unhurriedly re-rolled the scroll in his hand, put it in its original place, turned around and lifted his foot, and saw Huang Yaoshi holding a wooden tray.Seeing Wanyan Honglie coming out of his study room, he didn't say anything, and first put the wooden plate in his hand on the flower table in the living room.

"Too little to wear." Said lightly.

Along the way, Wanyan Honglie didn't say that he understood Huang Yaoshi's character thoroughly, but he also knew that Huang Yaoshi didn't like to talk too much, and talking was the key, so once he said it, he knew that he was wearing less clothes.He wasn't angry either, this man was concerned about himself, and he was a little happy in his heart, and walked over with a smile, "I see, the room is so warm, and I'm not cold." There was a bit more in his words that he didn't even notice. behave in a spoiled manner.Seeing Huang Yaoshi frowning, he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, I'll go right away." He hurried to the bedroom to find his robe.

After putting on the robe, he saw Huang Yaoshi arranging the food that he just served.On the flower table, there was a clean white porcelain soup pot, plus a plate of small dishes and pastries, which looked very appetizing.

Huang Yaoshi was setting aside the wooden plate that served the meal, and was using a spoon to fill the soup.Seeing Wanyan Honglie coming over, he pushed the hot soup bowl away, "Drink it up, let's have a meal, there is still a while for dinner."

"Have you eaten?" Wanyan Honglie took a sip of the soup, it was very fragrant.The soup is a thick soup, the kind of thick soup that can only be obtained after a long time of boiling, and it is full of ingredients and delicious.

Yaoshi Huang shook his head.

Wanyan Honglie didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, he just felt that this person took care of himself more than he took care of him.When a spoonful of soup was brought to Huang Yaoshi's mouth, he urged, "Taste it delicious..." Seeing Huang Yaoshi not moving, he suddenly felt abrupt, but it would be even more embarrassing to take it back at this time, so he had to Holding it up, "Hurry up, my hands are so sore!"

He lowered his head and drank the spoonful.Huang Yaoshi stared at the spoon, unable to speak.He has been fond of cleanliness since he was a child, and he will never touch the tableware that others have used, let alone half-used food that has been stained with saliva.

Wanyan Honglie was also shocked when he saw Huang Yaoshi drank it.Neither party was used to sharing food with others. Huang Yaoshi just sat aside without talking. Wanyan Honglie didn't know what to do. Seeing Huang Yaoshi ignoring him, he was relieved and felt uncomfortable at the same time. , I suppressed my thoughts at the moment, so I just drank the soup obediently.

After a simple meal.

Only then did Wanyan Honglie remember that when he first arrived at Huang Yaoshi's house, he should visit the head of the family.

"Tielin fell asleep as soon as he entered the door, and he didn't see his brother's parents. I don't know if it's too late to visit now?" He had a round and round face, frowning.He fell asleep as soon as he came in, Huang Yaoshi's parents must have a bad impression of him!

In the room, Wanyan Honglie took off the tiger head hat early. At this time, the bald head like a little monk has a layer of soft hair, and it is very happy to match with a serious little face.Seeing this, Huang Yaoshi stretched out his hand to touch the layer of soft fur, and felt that the tentacles were warm, which was very interesting.

"It's nothing." After thinking about it, he said a few more words. "I've already told you about my parents, it's okay, I'll introduce them one by one at dinner time. Grandpa has a bad temper, just be careful." Worried that Telin would suffer, Huang Yaoshi said more, especially his grandfather.

After half an hour, the servant said warmly through the door: "Young master, please have dinner in the front hall."

"Got it." Said lightly.

Wanyan Honglie had put on his robes early on, and on his head was a brocade hat that Huang Yaoshi had worn when he was a child. The cap was surrounded by a layer of rabbit fur, and the fine fluff accompanied Wanyan Honglie's vermilion robe, making it even more festive.

Wanyan Honglie felt uneasy, he just felt how nervous he was, but he couldn't express it.