The worst is the next cousin

That night Fu Dong, the little heater, had to sleep in Mao Xiaofei's arms, and he couldn't drive him away. Even if he lay down in front of his face, when he woke up later, he still found that the little thing had slipped back into his arms.

In the end he had to go.

Mao Xiaofei didn't sleep soundly until the middle of the night.

It started to snow the next morning, and Mao Xiaofei asked Fu Dong to play in the house. The two young servants found bamboo sticks from somewhere and the paper on which a huge golden-red carp was drawn, and taught Fu Dong to make a kite. .

"What kind of kite is being built so early? There are still two or three months before it can be flown." Mao Xiaofei watched Fu Dong busy with his work with disapproval, pressed his writhing little body, and wiped the sweat from Fu Dong's forehead.

The snow is not as cold as the melting snow, and the charcoal basin is burning in the house, so hot that people are sweating profusely.

"Father, what do you like, I'll make one for you!" Fu Dong's face flushed with excitement. He likes this kind of handwork very much. He likes eating chicken legs first, and kite making is second.

"Children fly kites." Mao Xiaofei said angrily.

"Really?" Fu Dong didn't slow down his movements at all, and dealt with his father perfunctorily.

The snow outside was falling louder and louder, and the entire General's Mansion was shrouded in white and silver clothes. The servants wore thick coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and climbed up and down to clean up the red lanterns and red lanterns hung two days ago. silk.

A slender figure came running through the snow outside the door, Mao Xiaofei took off his hood and saw that it was the maid who said yesterday that she wanted to measure Fu Dong's feet for skiing shoes.

The maidservant's nose was red from the cold, she saluted briefly, and took out a cloth bag from under the heavy black cloak, and untied the cloth bag with fingers that were slightly stiff from the cold.

"Shoes!" Fu Dong looked at it, and ignored his kite. He slid down from the couch and trotted over. Pidiandianer climbed onto the bench, almost touching his face on the table, in order to see his shoes clearly. .

"Be careful, the soles are ice skates, and the uppers are made of buckskin. I asked the master to rush out last night. Try it and see if it fits."

"Can I try?" Fu Dongyuan's eyes widened, and he looked at Mao Xiaofei inquiringly.

Mao Xiaofei picked up the shoes, squatted in front of his son, took off Fu Dong's shoes first, carefully stuffed his feet in, and tied the laces.

Fu Dong glanced at Mao Xiaofei, twisted his little feet, and was happy: "It really fits! It's very comfortable and warm!"

"Thank you."

The maid showed a faint smile, and Mao Xiaofei noticed that it was a face as clear as a lotus emerging from water, with a small mole under her lip, which added some inexplicable charm.

"Young master is very cute. We are discussing in private that we never imagined that the Major General would have such a big child before he got married."

Mao Xiaofei said: "It's not his child..."

The maid covered her mouth and smiled, and Mao Xiaofei finally came to his senses and slapped his head: "Of course it's not the son of your major general. This is my son, named Fu Dong." In the completely unfamiliar General's Mansion, what he felt was not rejection.Moreover, Mao Xiaofei was also a servant of Anyang Prince's Mansion in the past, and never regarded these servants who waited on others as servants.

"When the snow stops, you are always welcome to take him skating." Mao Xiaofei smiled.

"Okay, I just want to take in a little apprentice. The more elementary school the ice play, the better. I was sorry that no one has passed on my true skills." The maid raised her head and said to Mao Xiaofei with a smile: "Don't ask me." What is my name?"

Mao Xiaofei smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't ask the girl's name."

"Qingtang." She put on the cloak and pulled up the hood. The bright red nails dyed with Kodan made her skin extraordinarily white and delicate. Yawned: "I'll come to you again when the weather clears." After she finished speaking, she took a look at Mao Xiaofei and resigned.

In one day, Fu Dong made three kites one after another, a carp, a swallow, and a kite with a beauty in a green dress, which he leaned on the table with a hand stove in his arms and told his master to draw.

After finishing the painting, Fu Dong held it up for Mao Xiaofei to see. Mao Xiaofei wasn't thinking about it at all, he wasn't cold, he just got up and paced back and forth from time to time, and walked to the window inadvertently. He was waiting for someone, maybe when Steward Chen could bring him New message.

Butler Chen didn't show up all day, and at the same night, he coaxed Fu Dong to sleep.Mao Xiaofei had already scalded his feet, holding in his arms Fu Dong's hand stove, which was still not completely cold, sitting at the table, pouring tea.

As he poured down cups of tea, thoughts emerged bit by bit.

After not being able to sit still for a long time, Mao Xiaofei got up again, and added a long coat and a robe to his body one by one, as well as a cloak. This wool cloak was brought for him on the day Mu Canshang left.His fingers slowly ran through the slippery fur, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, thick and slender eyelashes drooping under his eyes, and his eyes were still black and blue from having not slept peacefully for several days.

When the door was opened, a gust of wind and snow hit the head and covered the face. It was the snow that started to fall again in the evening, and it would turn into heavy snow.

Ordinarily, it was rare for Qingxi to have such a heavy snowfall, Mao Xiaofei exhaled a breath of white air, and blew it into his palm, his hand was not very cold.In previous years, not only was it cold, but in winter, my hands were covered with chilblains, which was horrible.

This year a bag is not long.

The falling snowflakes fell on the canopy, and the snow on the soles of the feet made a rattling sound.Mao Xiaofei bent slightly, facing the wind, no one needed to take him this time, he found the courtyard where Steward Chen was, and stood under the Moon Cave Gate for a while.

He blinked his eyes slightly, and the frost that fell off stuck to his face with a bone-chilling coldness.

Only then did he wake up like a dream, his whole body trembled, he raised a hand to wipe his face, Mao Xiaofei strode towards Steward Chen's room.He had an idea, he wanted to ask Steward Chen face to face, if Mu Canshang didn't come back, wouldn't he be able to visit him? If the mountain doesn't come, he can go to the mountain.

Butler Chen's room was not lit tonight, so he must have fallen asleep.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mao Xiaofei raised his hand and knocked. The first hit was a steady and merciless bang.

No one answered the door.

The second knock, the third knock, a series of knocks.

Strange, even a sleeping person should be woken up.

Mao Xiaofei raised his sleeves and raised his foot to kick, but when he reached mid-air, he put it down again.

No, no, this is someone else's house, kicking someone else's housekeeper's door, what's the matter? Mao Xiaofei rolled his eyes, walked around to the side of the window, poked a hole in the window paper, stuck his eyes on it, and the room was quiet Yes, the quilt has not been rolled out on the bed, and there is no doubt that there is no one there.

Now Mao Xiaofei can't figure it out, it's so late, and Chen Steward is not staying in the mansion, where will he go?

The snowy weather was cold and windy, and Mao Xiaofei's nose was blowing, so he couldn't wait here. If Butler Chen didn't come back all night, he would stay here for the whole night. After dawn, there was no need to ask anything. He would be frozen like an iceman.

Mao Xiaofei sucked his nose, tightened the cloak on his body, his face was frozen, but his body was not very cold.He hung his head, thinking about it all the way, thinking about it, but he thought that maybe Chen Butler went to the brothel tonight and didn't come back.

The pace of going back was not so fast, Mao Xiaofei walked very slowly, his brain and heart were hurt by the wind.The General's Mansion at night is completely different from that during the day, and the faint lights illuminate the loneliness.

Mao Xiaofei murmured as he walked, if they were together, they would either recruit more people into the mansion, or squeeze the place where the servants lived, otherwise it would be so empty that people would feel uncomfortable.

After returning, Mao Xiaofei was almost drenched. He stayed outside for too long, the snow was deep, he took off his shoes and socks and held them in his hands. Wipe yourself.

When he lowered his head, several obvious muscle outlines on his own stomach attracted his attention.

Mao Xiaofei was stunned, his fingers touched his flesh, it was firm, hard and smooth.He touched it a few more times, and turned to peek at his son. Mao Xiaofei felt relieved when his son didn't wake up, and poked him twice, writhing all over his body with itches. After a long while, he stopped, and looked carefully while wiping his body.

He had never looked at his body so carefully before.

After all, it's kind of perverted to do so.

Obvious muscles grew in the arms and abdomen, but he couldn't see them on the back, and the thighs became much stronger.In such a cold day, I just wiped my body with cold water, and it didn't seem to be too cold to bear.

After wiping it clean, Mao Xiaofei shrank into the quilt, suddenly not knowing himself.The skin that had been wiped by cold water quickly became slightly hot under the warm quilt, and he rubbed against the quilt.

Fu Dong, who was sleeping, was dissatisfied with someone snatching the quilt, so he twisted his body twice and slipped into Mao Xiaofei's arms.It's not convenient for Mao Xiaofei to rub any more. For the first time, Mao Xiaofei experienced an unprecedented miss.I can’t help thinking about the way back, it’s cold, I often sleep at night without a place to shelter from the wind and rain, but he has Mu Shenshang, he can hug him whenever he wants, and when he’s emotional, he can also ask for love at any time .

No, he will go to the Mu Mansion to see what he says tomorrow. If Mu Canshang suddenly sees him in his own home, how will he react? He can just say that he is a friend of Mu Canshang who came to join him. Going to be a soldier for him.Thinking of Mu Canshang's abstinent appearance in black armor with the skirts stretched to his chin, Mao Xiaofei couldn't help feeling a little hot all over.He misses Mu Canshang so much, he misses everything about him, he wants to have a hot body in his arms on such a cold night, and the clean skin is simmering with each other. There is nothing more suitable and comfortable than human body temperature.

Mao Xiaofei picked up his son with one arm, Fu Dong found a comfortable angle in his arms, and fell asleep soundly.

The next day the sun cleared, and Fu Dong was very excited when he got up early in the morning, clamoring to go skiing.

Mao Xiaofei slapped him on the forehead impatiently, and put a leather hat of suitable size on Fu Dong's head instead.

"Don't wear this." Fu Dong pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Be obedient, it's very cold outside, today is colder than yesterday."

"It won't be handsome if you wear it, it's so ugly." Fu Dong tugged at the hat that was already on his head, and grabbed it as if venting his anger, but didn't dare to take it off.

"If you don't wear them, I won't let you go out to play." Mao Xiaofei put on the shoes for him, squatted down, and his eyes were at the same level as his son. He found that whenever he talked to Fu Dong in this way, the brat was more obedient, "I already asked someone to invite that Miss Qingtang is here, she will take you to play today."

Fu Dong got up nervously, knelt on the small stool, and leaned forward. Mao Xiaofei had to support his two limp arms, lest he fall down.

"Are you going out again?"

"What is another?" Mao Xiaofei was not happy.

"Anyway, you want to go out and you don't take me with you. I want to go out too. I won't be skating!" Fu Dong grabbed his hat.

Mao Xiaofei grabbed the leather hat, put it on his head again, and said roughly: "You just think this hat is not good-looking, right?"

Fu Dong bulged his cheeks in dissatisfaction, and stared hard at his father.

"I'm just going out to buy something. Why are you joining in the fun? It's only the sixth day of the lunar new year. What are you doing out there? There's nothing delicious and fun on the street, and it's cold." Mao Xiaofei didn't give Fu Dong a chance to protest, and gave him a dress. Putting on a thick leather coat and tightening the belt, he looked like a rich young man.

"It's so bad outside, so why are you going out?"

"I'll go and see if there's anything delicious. I'll buy it for you, isn't it okay? It's so cold and you're playing at home, so I'll buy you something delicious and let you sit back and enjoy it, isn't it good?" Mao Xiaofei looked The child loosened a bit, held Fu Dong's face in his hands, and kissed him resoundingly on the forehead.

"Then you come back early." Fu Dong said firmly.

"Bought it back immediately, so we can catch up for lunch together. Later, people will ask you what you want for lunch, and tell them to get a fish, braise it in soy sauce, and dad will pick it for you."

Now Fu Dong has no teeth, but Mao Xiaofei always let him eat by himself, and rarely serve the little guy to eat.Hearing that there was something interesting, Fu Dong was completely happy, and waved his hands generously: "Then you go, buy more food, I will buy the ones I can't bite, I can always lick the taste."

"Okay." Mao Xiaofei got up and also put on a thick leather hat. He went out and asked the two brothers Bo Shanxi to come in, leaving Bo Shanjue to look after Fu Dong, and went out with Bo Shanxi.

Mao Xiaofei didn't disturb anyone, first asked Bo Shanxi to wait outside Chen Butler's yard, and he went in alone.

When Steward Chen saw Mao Xiaofei, he couldn't hide his surprise, and quickly regained his composure, and walked over with his arms folded, asked Mao Xiaofei to sit down, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Uncle Chen didn't go out today." The hot tea brought up was not for nothing.

"In the past few days, I have counted the annual ceremonies, and I haven't been out much." Chen Butler replied.

Mao Xiaofei put down his teacup, rolled up his sleeves, and smiled: "Then last night, I don't know where Uncle Chen was happy? Why don't you take me with you, your young master is not here, I am bored in such a big house every day, how boring Huh? When Mu Canshang left, didn’t he tell me to come to Uncle Chen for everything I need, right now, I have an urgent matter, and I ask Uncle Chen, but I don’t know if Uncle Chen will agree or not.”

Steward Chen's eyelashes twitched suddenly, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Young master, please tell me."

"I'm going to Mu's Mansion. Now, if you are willing to take me there yourself, it's fine. If you don't want to, it's okay. The Mu family is not a small family. I think everyone knows which way the door of Mu's Mansion is facing when I go to the street. Yes, don’t you think so?” Mao Xiaofei slowly raised his eyes and met Uncle Chen’s gaze.

There was a rare trace of panic in Uncle Chen's eyes, and his dry palms were clenched tightly.All these observations made Mao Xiaofei's heart sink. He poured another cup of tea and didn't go to see Uncle Chen. After drinking this cup, he should have an answer.

Steward Chen still had a straight face: "My lord, see if this is okay. After checking the account in my hand, I am getting old, otherwise I don't know how to deal with it when I come back. I can do it with your tea time." When it's done, I'll take you to the old master's house."

"Okay." Mao Xiaofei called out crisply.

Right under his nose, Steward Chen went to reconcile the accounts, during which he made a small note on the account book.Mao Xiaofei looked around, there was really nothing to see in this room, Steward Chen was a middle-aged man with an overly frugal style, with strong self-discipline, he couldn't tell that he was a lively person at all.