The general's wife is sick

"Is father here?"

The voice in the ear carried the unique magnetism of young people, between greenness and tenderness, the concierge opened the door and came out, "My master is in the house, may I ask who is this?"

Cheng's eyes were about to pop out of the window, and this person's attitude changed too quickly, treat him as a dead person!

"It's no wonder you don't know me. I followed the old lady in Zhucheng since I was a child, and never went back to the house." Ji Liu stood upright, standing upright like a green bamboo in the ice and snow.

As soon as the concierge heard this, he immediately thought of the news that he had recently heard the news in the mansion that he was engaged to General Xiong. My brain was covered with lard, and I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Master Sanshuang, please!" Both doors were pushed open, and there was a heavy sound from the heavy doors, and the porter shouted in, "Master Sanshuang, go home!"

After being taken into Ji's mansion, a housekeeper took him all the way to the backyard. Ji Liu asked, "Shouldn't you go to visit your father first?"

Steward Wang replied with a smile, "Master is not in the mansion today, he was invited by his colleagues to enjoy the snow together."

Ji Liu smiled calmly, he traveled thousands of miles from Zhucheng to the capital, and traveled for more than three months, the road was covered with heavy snow, this snow has been falling since the beginning of the year, all the doors on the road were closed, and the houses were crushed by the heavy snow It can be seen close to the trees, his father is still in the mood to enjoy the snow, whether his father is stupid or the housekeeper has no idea, it is so stupid to even find an excuse.

Cheng Cheng couldn't help laughing softly, Ji Liu rolled his eyes relying on the cover of his cap.

"Where are we going?" Ji Liu asked knowingly, coughing a series of times along the way.

"Go to the backyard to see your wife first." Steward Wang knew that the mansion had betrothed the triple-double young master to the terminally ill Xiong Second Young Master of the Xiong family. It was rumored that the triple-double young master was also weak and sick, and now he heard this severe cough The sound is a solid rumor.

Although he knew that Ji Liu was not in good health, the steward Wang did not stop at all. He led a few people around the veranda, through the garden, and ran towards the backyard.

Ji Liu took two steps to rest, and slowly distanced himself from him.

It wasn't until Guanshi Wang passed through the Banyue Gate and turned around to find that Ji Liu hadn't followed that he stopped and stood there waiting. Waiting for someone in the corridor on such a cold day, Guanshi Wang was a little displeased. He only knew that the third young master was already It is meaningless to spend more time on the water poured out by those who have made a good appointment and those who are married. There is only one road left and right. Manager Wang found a sheltered place to bask in the sun while waiting for others.

Seeing that the white plum blossoms in the garden were just in bloom, Ji Liu stopped to admire them, the white plums hung on the branches, and a faint fragrance came over them.

Tilting his head slightly, the slight sound of stepping on the snow rang in his ears, he raised the corners of his mouth, his smile was like snow and sun, and he blurted out, "The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. The plum blossoms are very pleasing!"

When Wang Guan couldn't wait to find someone, Ji Liu acted like a countryman who had never seen the world, "This white plum grows very well, it's not surprising that I forgot its shape for a while."

This steward Wang is Madam's confidant, and although he has a higher right than other servants in Fuxiu, it is the first time that he is treated so politely by a master, and the irony that a countryman is not good enough suddenly rises in his heart, thinking so But he said, "No problem, just don't make Madam wait, Young Master San Shuang, you'd better follow me in quickly."

Ji Liu showed a trace of sarcasm under the cap, the heavy snow affected the communication, how did the woman know of his arrival if there was no news, since she didn't know his arrival, why wait for it?

A group of people left the garden, and a man in red fox fur came out from the pavilion on the other side of the rockery. With a stove in his hand, he licked Ji Liu's poem and chewed on his tongue for a long time. He felt that it was indeed a wonderful sentence and a good poem. !

"Who just passed here?"

"I don't know, I'm afraid it's the young master of some family who is visiting the lady." The attendant had never seen her before, and he was wearing a hat.

"Let's go, go back and continue studying." Ji Qingyun was just tired of reading and went out to relax. He didn't expect to meet a person who can speak poetry. What a double young master, no matter which family he belongs to, it must be inappropriate for him to appear so hastily, in order to keep etiquette, he had no choice but to suppress the idea of ​​making friends in his heart.