The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

Just now, the guard from Yuanyuan Hall came to Zhuli Pavilion and told him that the master wanted him to bring back the bracelet from Huguo Temple.

The moment He You saw the guard appear, his heart moved.

The first thought that came to his mind was, could it be that the lady wanted to ask him for more details about those unmarried men?

Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled at himself.

How could I be like a young boy, daydreaming all day long, as if I had never seen a young woman before?

After coming out of Zhuli Pavilion, He You walked along the corridor towards Yuanyuan Hall.

Walking along the way, at the end is Yuanyuan Hall where the master and his wife live.

Looking up, I saw the Fifth Master and Jiang Fei walking out of the Chuihua Gate together. Judging from the direction they were heading, it seemed that they were going to the Duke's Minghui Hall.

Seeing this, He You couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a young, slightly timid girl holding a basket in her hands, who suddenly fell on the bluestone road.

He paused slightly, walked forward and asked, "Girl, are you okay?"

The young girl has eyebrows like crescent moons and a pair of clear and bright almond-shaped eyes.

Although she doesn't have a gorgeous appearance, she is charming and lovable.

When she saw He You, her face turned red before she even said a word.

"No, it's okay."

He You squatted down and helped her pick up the silver frost charcoal that had fallen on the stone road. He asked her softly, "Shouldn't these be made by the women? Why did a little girl like you carry them here by yourself?"

The young girl turned sideways, avoiding his gaze, and whispered, "Thank you... I still have to deliver charcoal to Yuanyuan Hall."

After saying this, he bent down, placed the basket on his raised arms, and walked forward with some difficulty and staggering steps.

He You raised his eyebrows and stood up.

When they walked to a rockery, they saw Jiang Fei leaning against the porch column with his hands folded on his chest, his face dark and expressionless.

Judging from the speed of the masters, they are standing here obviously waiting for him.

He You stepped forward and handed the long box in his hand to his master, "Fifth Master, this is what you wanted."

Uncle Jiang Wu took the box and took out the bracelet inside.

When he was coaxing Jin Chu to sleep, he suddenly thought of what the old monk from Huguo Temple said.

He lowered his eyes and wrapped the bracelet around his wrist, planning to find time to go to the Huguo Temple tomorrow. Perhaps he could find the answer he wanted to know there.

The color of the Buddhist beads bracelet is brown-red, with a warm and mellow color. At first glance, you can tell that it has been played with for a long time.

After the servants investigated the Huguo Temple, they not only let Master Jiang Wu know the old man's Buddhist name that day, but also made him understand the unusualness of the bracelet.

Each of these 108 Buddhist beads has six natural textures and is called Six-Path Dragon-Subduing Wood.

In Buddhism, it means cutting off all worries of sentient beings, escaping from the suffering of the six realms of reincarnation, and gaining increased blessings, wisdom, peace and good fortune.

Master Jiang Wu adjusted the bracelet on his wrist and whispered, "Go check which courtyard that person is from."

Jiang Fei lowered his voice and said, "Didn't Mr. He just save the beauty? Didn't he get anything out of her?"

After hearing this, He You couldn't help but step back a little and look at Jiang Fei inconspicuously.

Why did he feel that Guard Jiang today had some inexplicable hostility towards him?

"It is said that someone from Songtao Garden came to deliver Silver Frost charcoal to the Madam... Which maid in that courtyard would be so pretty? She is just another manipulator." He You said with the corners of his lips curled.

The servants of Yuanyuan Hall were either from Zhuli Pavilion or brought by the lady as dowry. Not to mention that the entire inner courtyard was packed with people, it was not easy for anyone to get any information.

In the past, the Fifth Master always gave enough face to the Crown Prince and his wife in all the rooms in the mansion, especially Songtaoyuan.

In the current situation, I'm afraid we have to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

……

The Duke spent most of his prime years on horseback.

After handing in the tiger talisman, apart from peeling walnuts for the Duke's wife and roasting amber walnut kernels, he spent most of the rest of his time practicing calligraphy.

The Duke was wearing a long cotton gown. He was tall, with strong and dignified features.

Sitting upright in the armchair behind the desk, his expression became more and more impatient.

He put the brush in his hand on the pen holder, picked up the teacup beside him and took two sips.

Then he pointed at the pen holder which was not as thick as his finger and said to Mr. Wei beside him: "This brush is not good. Ask someone to buy another one after dawn tomorrow."

Mr. Wei bowed and agreed, feeling extremely miserable.

No matter how thick the pen is, it will be a little unruly in the hands of the master...

The Duke felt extremely angry when he saw the words "dragons flying and phoenixes dancing" written on the rice paper.

Some people were fuming and complaining in a low voice: "The headmaster Chang has already retired and returned to his hometown, why should I be afraid of him! It's ok that my grandson used the name he gave me, but he also put a separate word "en" in the letter!"

As he was born into a military family, it was amazing that he could read and write!

What’s the point of writing beautifully?

He raised the teacup high and gently placed it on the desk. "It really pissed me off!"

The same scene happens every day when the master practices calligraphy, and Mr. Wei has become accustomed to it.

Just like the Duke, even at his age, still likes to annoy the Duchess, and then use the amber walnut kernels he roasted himself to coax her.

The Duke's wife has been married to the Duke Ding's Mansion for more than 30 years. This scene is played out from time to time in Minghui Hall, where no one else can see.

When Master Jiang Wu arrived at the Duke's study, he saw his father hanging the brush on the pen holder.

The rough big hands carefully gathered the rice paper on the table and arranged it neatly, as if waiting for someone to come and inspect it.

Seeing his youngest son appear at this time, the Duke asked him: "Are you dissatisfied with the name Cheng'en? It doesn't matter, your father can choose another one for you."

His voice was loud and clear, and he tried hard to force a smile on his dignified face, as if his son's answer was very important to him.

After greeting his father, Jiang Wuye smiled and said, "I recognize my grandfather's handwriting. He singled out the word 'en' because he wanted to ask for your opinion.

Secondly, since Jin Chu is pregnant with twins, he can't give too many opinions. After all, you are the one who makes the decisions in this family."

The Duke raised his hand, pointed at his youngest son, and said in a low voice: "Smooth talker, smooth talker... I will not argue with my father-in-law."

Thinking of something, his tone of voice became cheerful: "Director Chang is in his hometown in Nanzhili, where the mountains are high and the waters are long. When the two babies are born, I can see and touch them every day. It's not good to argue with him!"

The Duke suddenly felt in a good mood. He picked up the teacup and glanced at his youngest son: "You are not at Yuanyuan Hall accompanying your wife during your work. What are you doing here? You don't just want to talk about the names of my grandchildren, do you?"