I was Idle and Cool Chapter 18: It’s snowing again

No matter how you think about it, you will feel uncomfortable.

Lu Jinxi simply didn't think about it. It just so happened that Lin'an moved quickly at the moment, and he had already brewed the tea in the back and brought it up.

It is an ordinary blue and white porcelain cup, which looks a bit rough.

Lu Jinxi didn't dislike it either, she held it in her hand and used it to drive away the chill in her fingertips, then she thought about changing the subject: "I've been sick these days, but Sister Lang always runs to you, I want to talk to you too, you must be closer, is she okay recently?"

Anyone with eyes can see that Sister Lang is not close to her.

The question was vague, but Xue Tingzhi heard it clearly and replied, "Miss Lang always wanted to ride a horse. It's just that Da Feng has blinded her left eye, which is not suitable, so she only takes care of it with me. Before, she often inquired about Da Feng's past, and also asked more about the general's past. It seems like..."

He doesn't seem to dare to say the rest.

Lu Jinxi rolled her eyelids and glanced at him, but slowly added it to him: "Looks like she misses her father?"

Xue Tingzhi was slightly surprised.

Xue Kuang was at the border for a long time and rarely went home. Xue Minglang was still young when the accident happened, so he probably didn't have much impression of his father.

But Lu Jinxi is the widow of Xue Kuang, and she is still haunted by the past.

He thought that if she knew that Sister Lang misses her deceased father, it would surely arouse her sadness, so he hesitated and didn't say it clearly.

Unexpectedly, she said it herself, and her face was calm.

He can't see through Lu Jinxi like this.

Xue Tingzhi sat upright, acquiesced to her supplementary words, and considered her words carefully, for fear of offending her: "Sister Lang has a strong temperament, but she is very proficient in hyphenation and argumentation. She is still young, It's just a temperament that can't stand loneliness, so he often runs to Tingzhi. I was disrespectful to you just now, it's just a small temper, not intentional..."

"It's all lies." Lu Jinxi shook her head, she only heard half of what he said, "There must be a reason for the change in attitude. You don't know, you can see that she didn't tell you about it. In the end, it was me who was to blame. Mother's negligence, you have to go back and ask carefully."

The temperature of the tea cup in her hand is almost the same. As she spoke, she lifted the tea lid and prepared to drink hot tea.

But he looked down, but he was stunned.

A cup of green tea.

There is no problem with the water for making tea, but the color of the soup is yellow and green with a bit of turbidity. The tea leaves floating in the cup are mostly thick leaves, with more incomplete edges and corners, not to mention occasionally stained with residual leaves. tea stalk.

Slightly smelling the fragrance, it's really light.

Even with Lu Jinxi's knowledge of green tea and oolong tea, he can't tell what kind of tea he has.

Xue Tingzhi said apologetically, "Pardon me, mother. Tingzhi doesn't like to drink tea, so there is not much preparation in the house. This tea is very rough..."

"It's okay to drink tea to warm you up."

Lu Jinxi frowned, took a slow sip, put the warm tea in his mouth for a while, swallowed, and the astringent taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

Does this taste like it was given to the son of the manor?

The one she drank from Ye's side was the best tea among the good teas. After all, the high-ranking family members of the Duke's Mansion were not worse than that.

But the General's Mansion is not a shabby house either.

The government spends a large amount of tea money every month.

Lu's monthly share for this concubine will not decrease, it will only increase with Xue Tingzhi's age. Here, there is the same thing as tea.

West Lake Longjing.

Although it is not the top group in the Ming Dynasty, it is by no means inferior.

But the tea that Xue Tingzhi brought up is really not flattering.

After thinking for a while, Lu Jinxi guessed the problem: Lu's order was one thing, and she had a clear conscience; but what the people below did was another.

A concubine who is ignored by the aunt, the general may be fine when the general is there, but as soon as the general leaves, it is Mr. Lu who speaks in the house.

One has a large amount of money in his hand, and the other is that Mr. Lu turned a blind eye and ignored it.

No matter how many good things are distributed to Xue Tingzhi, how many are left?

Savoring the indescribable taste on the tip of her tongue, Lu Jinxi felt indescribable in her heart.

She slowly put the lid back on, and finally she didn't take another sip, didn't mention this, just said to Xue Tingzhi: "You and Sister Lang get along a lot, maybe she is still a little sincere with you. Temperament. Before anyone picks me up, tell me about Sister Lang."

It was originally to ask Xue Minglang.

He could hear that Lu Jinxi didn't want to blame Xue Minglang in his words, and his attitude seemed to be much more tolerant than usual.

After pondering for a moment, after sorting out his thoughts, Xue Tingzhi spoke up.

When did Xue Minglang usually come here, what does it look like, what do you do, what are you interested in, what do you like...

All kinds of all kinds, one by one.

When Lu Jinxi heard this, she had a complete understanding of Xue Minglang.

It can be said that this is the seed of future talented women.

Reading and writing, she is exceptionally smart. Some short articles and poems can be memorized after listening to them once, and she loves reading so much that she had her own small study room the year before last.

Perhaps she read something "Ma Zuo's Lu Feikuai" in the book, she finally came to Xue Tingzhi quietly out of curiosity, which surprised Xue Tingzhi at that time.

Since then, she's been coming more often.

The Lu family knows and often trains her for it.

But the nature of the child, where can it be kept?

So again and again...

She would read the book at Xue Tingzhi, and if she had any doubts about her studies, she would always ask him for advice, but regarded him as half a gentleman.

Xue Tingzhi naturally didn't mention the words "half a gentleman", but Lu Jinxi could also follow the situation, and he felt a little changed in his heart.

"Sister Lang is a bit squeamish, so I will take care of you."

"Tingzhi doesn't dare, Miss Lang is knowledgeable and sensible, and just likes to play."

Xue Tingzhi looked at her, only to think that she listened very calmly, and could not feel that she was malicious, but he did not dare to follow her words and took it. He just put himself aside and praised Xue Minglang.

Extremely good at talking, very smart.

From the beginning to the end, Lu Jinxi only felt that the children Xue Kuang raised by himself were not comparable to ordinary people in terms of vision, insight and courage.

She didn't speak for a while after hearing his comments on Xue Minglang.

The curtain outside opened, and Lin'an came in again. This time, he brought a charcoal basin, put it down in the house, and said carefully, "The little one has gone to the second grandmother's yard to report, and Sister Qingque said, Please sit in the room first, don't go out with the wind, I'll pick you up."

"Everyone treats me like a paper-wrapper..."

Lu Jinxi was a little helpless, but she knew that Yuan Shen's body couldn't stand the toss, so she didn't get up, she just waved her hand, signaling Lin'an to step back.

Lin An then bowed and returned to Xue Tingzhi.

The charcoal basin in the house was burning, and at least there was a lot of heat.

It's just that the charcoal, which I don't know where it came from, smells like smoke when it burns.

Lu Jinxi didn't say anything, only asked Xue Tingzhi about Xue Minglang, and after talking for more than half a moment, someone from the East Court came to pick it up.

He came from Friday's house.

After passing the report outside the door, she walked in with a big lynx fur coat in her hand: "Please say goodbye to the second grandmother and the eldest son. You asked Miss Qingque to stay in the room to guard her brother, I don’t dare to leave without permission, but the old slave took over this messenger and came to pick you up first.”

"Let's go back now."

The words are almost the same. Lu Jinxi got up from the kang, and Wu's family dressed her in a big fur, opposing Xue Tingzhi's way, "You should keep that horse in Dafeng first. Even if it is to lead to Lang. Sister, don't be in a hurry. Don't give it away, just stay indoors, it's cold outside."

"...Yes."

These words were still beyond Xue Tingzhi's expectations.

He really wanted to be sent out of the hospital. After Lu Jinxi said it, it would be difficult for him to leave. He just stood under the eaves and watched the three or four little maids from Wu's family escorted her away.

Lin An shrank his neck and put his hands into his sleeves, looking envious: "With so many people, the second grandmother is also very powerful."

Xue Tingzhi did not speak.

It's already dark, and lights are on everywhere in the house.

The dome is covered with red clouds, and the cold wind is howling around the courtyard. It doesn't look like it's going to be sunny at all.

He said slowly: "Tie the wind back, it's cold tonight, you need to take more care."

"Yes."

Lin An hurriedly agreed, and went to the yard to lead the horse again.

Xue Tingzhi watched for a while, then silently returned to the study.

On the desk in front of the bookshelf, there are pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as a few well-written bucket squares; a clean white porcelain xun is placed on the right, pear-shaped, with a smooth glazed surface. In the dimly lit room, it looks shiny and clear.

A rosewood chair was placed behind the case, and it was the only one.

He walked over, sat down, put one hand on the smooth, worn armrest, raised the other hand, pressed the middle of the eyebrows with the ring finger, and closed his eyes.

He originally wanted to use Xue Minglang's incident to find Lu Jinxi.

I didn't expect that she would come by herself, and her attitude towards people and things is neither humble nor arrogant, and she has such a generous, unhurried attitude.

This should have been a good thing for him.

After all, the more reasonable she is, the less resistance there will be to his plans.

But once I think of that gaze, I'm condensed, calm, gentle, wise...

He was extremely uncertain.

As if this was not a woman he could easily control.

Xue Tingzhi's gentle and humble expression had long since faded.

As a result, the coldness that had been hidden for a long time, entangled with a faint hostility, floated up, and under his cold eyes, it condensed into a dark darkness.

Xue Tingzhi sat in the seat for a long time before he put the xun in his hand and played with it.

What I wanted to do, and finally let it go.

There is only the borrowed charcoal basin in the house, and it still emits a warm and red light.

The north wind was knocking on the old windows, making a noise.

Lu Jinxi was already wrapped in lynx fur, and went back to Baoxia to take a look.

Xue Minglang had already returned, but she just locked herself in the study, no one saw her, said she should read a book, and told people not to quarrel with her, even Egret couldn't persuade her.

After tossing around all day, Lu Jinxi was tired early and knew that today was not the best time to deal with things.

She only instructed to prepare food for Sister Lang, and after a few words with Sister Li, she went back to her house.

Once the egret returned, he followed the rules to spread the meal.

Qing Que came up to go to the big fur coat for her, handed the little maid to hang it aside, and whispered to her: "The letter has been sent, but the servant didn't have time to ask him what was wrong, he just said I'll come back and tell you my guilt."

Lu Jinxi knew that it was the Yin Liuer who delivered the letter.

She nodded and said, "It's good to send the letter. I have to go to greet my wife tomorrow morning, so I don't have time to deal with more things. Throw it away and talk about it later."

After a while, the meal came up.

Lu Jinxi had dinner and a cup of tea in the house. Under the service of the egret and the green bird, after washing up, he went into the west room to rest.

She is really tired.

After wearing it, she was lying down for 80% of the time. She was familiar with this soft bed. Even though the north wind was blowing and it was a little noisy, she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

It's just that this sleep is not stable, and there is a smell of smoke in the dream.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a cough and woke up again.

Qing Que was disturbed by her, she turned on the lamp, and pulled the curtain outside the bed to come in, a little worried: "It's snowing outside again, you are weak, are you cold again? This servant will give you another bed. Do you want the quilt?"

Is it snowing?

Lu Jinxi didn't speak for a while, but just perked up his ears to listen. Sure enough, there was a rustling sound outside the window, with a little snowy white light.

It seems that Gu Taishi, who is going to hold a birthday banquet, is afraid that he will not be able to sleep tonight.

Shrinking in the quilt, she closed her eyes slightly, but her throat was still itchy.

She remembered that the pot of charcoal in Xue Tingzhi's study was so bad that she "would come by the way", she felt a anger in her heart, and only said: "The quilt is no longer needed. Tomorrow morning, you will call the warehouse. Over there, give Xue Tingzhi a few baskets of charcoal, and give me a little nod, everyone will go to heaven if they don't follow the rules!"

Qing Que didn't know where she got so much anger, and was stunned for a while.

But Lu Jinxi didn't explain it. He forced the fire, turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep. There will be a "hard battle" tomorrow.