Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Chapter 129 Snow

On the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month in the 26th year of Xinghong, it was extremely cold and the temperature dropped sharply.The snow continued to fall until dawn, and the coolness was everywhere throughout the night.

Inside Zhengfuxuan.

Mrs. Hou took half of the red plums folded back from the outside, and put them in the blue-glazed willow-leaf vase with tangled lotus patterns on the small table: "There is a palace banquet in the palace on New Year's Eve, and I think it will be the same as in previous years. Our family will have a reunion dinner and set off fireworks at night."

"Or let's go back to Qiao's mansion to live with my mother and the others."

Jiang Pinghou was sitting on the other side of the Luohan bed and was writing. Hearing this, he stopped writing and said: "For Qiao's mansion, you can go back in the first month of the next year... I mean it's the big Chinese New Year. Xiaoyan is quite happy outside alone. Poor, why don't you call him back?"

"That's right, ask him if he'd like to come back, so as not to be lonely alone." Madam Hou raised her hand and arranged the shapes of the flowers and branches and leaves in response.

Snow light shines in through the window pasted with bright paper, shines on the porcelain vase and plum blossoms, and shines on the paper written by Marquis Jiang Ping:
"The fragrance of the night is blowing in the new moon, and the frost is nourishing the dawn"

On the other side, Jiang Sheng opened the door when she got up, and the cold air rushed in, making the tip of her nose itchy, but her eyes lit up: "It's snowing!"

The white snow covered the ground and bricks, and hung on the bare branches, a little fluffy and soft.

Jiang Sheng ran outside and swept the snow from the tree trunk to form into balls. The cold snowballs immediately stained her hands red. Shanna smiled and said, "Young girl, it's like she's never seen snow before."

Looking at the silver-clad Sana all around, he said: "But the snow did come late this year. It's almost spring, and the first snowfall has just fallen."

Jiang Sheng has seen snow before, but she lives in the south, and it is considered excellent to have two or three snowfalls a year. There has never been a time when the ground is covered with heavy snow overnight.

She drew a heart on the thick snow with her toes, and suddenly pushed Shan Nai excitedly: "Quick, just take out a cloak, I'm going to find my sister."

As soon as the words were finished, Shan Zhi came out with a brocade and feather satin canopy and a small copper hand stove, half complaining: "You still know you need to take the cloak, and you ran out of the eaves before the snow stopped."

"It's not much down." Jiang Sheng took the cloak and tied the belt with a bow, then put on the hat, curled his lips, and walked out of the yard with his hands in his arms.

"Eat your own breakfast, I'll go find my sister and make a snowman."

When she passed by Baifang Garden, she saw that the plum blossoms were in full bloom, so she went in and wanted to pick some.

There is a branch on the top of the plum tree, Jiang Sheng can barely touch it with his feet, but he can't break it off.She raised her hands and jumped up, there was still snow on the branches, and all the snow fell down and hit the edge of the cloak hat, and some slid down the brim of the hat, and the color of the cloth became a few pieces darker.

Jiang Sheng looked around, and then put the stove in the snow.

After her hands were free, she clapped her hands, rolled up her sleeves, and jumped towards the goal.With a crisp sound, the branch fell off, and she pulled it lightly, and she folded the plum blossom branch she wanted, but two flowers fell lightly, and Jiang Sheng reached out to catch it again, and the soft petals fell on her white skin. In the palm of the hand, the stamens are light yellow and small.

After folding a few nearby ones, he picked up the hand stove, and Jiang Sheng jumped to Xianyuyuan in a bundle.

Xianyu courtyard is also covered in silver, the snow surface is very flat, no one has come out yet, Jiang Sheng only left a series of deep and shallow footprints after walking all the way.She pushed open the door and lifted the curtain, and when she entered, she still carried the chill outside.

Jiang Xian was looking for something on the inner shelf, but before he could pull up his black hair, it slipped onto the wide-sleeved skirt with moiré thread, and the coffee table next to him was full of bamboo slips, which was a bit messy.

Jiang Sheng knocked on the wall and made a little noise.Only then did Jiang Xian speak, with a helpless smile in his tone: "Don't knock, I know you're here."

"You don't look back, look what I picked!"

Jiang Xian pulled out a brochure, turned around and picked up the jade hairpin next to him, pulled up his hair while walking, and sat on the Luohan bed: "Hongmei."

"Here are the vases."

Jiang Sheng put down the stove, hugged Meihua tightly and said with a smile, "Who said I would give it to you."

"Then to whom?"

Jiang Sheng rolled his eyes: "I... give it to the coffee table!"

Jiang Xian laughed: "Well, you gave it to the coffee table."

Jiang Sheng inserted plum blossoms one by one into the porcelain vase on the tea table, and the plain white porcelain against the red plums was also stained.

After the last one was placed, Jiang Sheng moved his hand away, and accidentally knocked the bamboo slips to the ground with a wave of the cloak.She bent down to pick it up, and the strange patterns and symbols on the bamboo slips came into view: "What kind of book is this?"

She had met her once in Xianyuyuan before, but she didn't recognize her sister at that time, so she didn't ask much.

"Master Yinkong gave it, saying that if someone can understand it, they may be able to solve our doubts."

Jiang Sheng raised his eyes: "Then why don't you ask me if I can understand?"

Jiang Xian said: "If you understand it, you would have said it at the beginning."

When she looked at the bamboo slips, she didn't deliberately avoid Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng: "... so reasonable, so sister, do you understand?"

Jiang Xian raised his eyebrows: "Understood, are we still here?"

Jiang Sheng coughed.

Yes.

Jiang Xian's eyes fell on her sister's cloak, there were still spots of snow falling on it that hadn't melted away in time, she raised her hand to wipe it away: "There is a wall of fire here, the cloak can be taken off."

"No." Jiang Sheng closed his cloak, "It's snowing outside, I'll take you to build a snowman."

"You take me there?" Jiang Xian's lips twitched, "When you said that last time, you were only responsible for taking pictures in the end, and the half-person tall snowman was basically built by me."

Jiang Sheng was guilty, but his face was serious, and his tone was righteous: "Those who can do more work!"

But after hearing what his sister said, Jiang Sheng realized that he hadn't built a snowman for a long time.The last time should be when I was just in junior high school, when the snow could barely pile up, and when I grew up, it would be nice to see it.

In the end, Jiang Xian still put on a big hat and followed Jiang Sheng out.

Don't go too far, as long as you leave the eaves, there is snow everywhere.

Jiang Sheng went to sweep the snow on the tiles, and as he walked, he swore: "I will never be lazy this time!"

With her hard work, the snowman's belly was piled up soon.Jiang Xian squatted to adjust her shape, Jiang Sheng grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, turned and walked to the other side, but tilted her head, and suddenly smiled: "Look here!"

Jiang Sheng threw the snowball in his hand and hit his sister's arm, it shattered and fell into the snow.

Jiang Xian was hit, but he didn't look up, and his tone was a little careless, only the snow in his hand that was meant to be given to the snowman gradually rolled into a ball: "When you were seven years old, grandpa took you to learn Taekwondo, and you came back crying on the first day , Later, grandpa rented a venue for us to practice archery. Your archery target has been intact for a few days, but the target frame is broken and transparent, which is not easy..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the snowball in her hand flew over nimbly, collided with the snowball thrown by Jiang Sheng in mid-air, and then fell straight to the ground with a slight muffled sound.

　Thank you for the rose from book friend Gin, the examiner, and the monthly ticket from book friend Jiuyou~
　　Thanks to the book friends Ban Jin from Xiaoxiang, Feng Ling'er (two copies), and Jkp'an for the monthly tickets~
　　I don't seem to be able to receive the news from the outstation. Today I found my book on a whim.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)