To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 331 The maid's intuition

  Looking at the little girl with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, Luo Sheng was in a delicate mood.

  What is this girl excited about?

  Ku'er asked for Luo Sheng: "Isn't King Kaiyang a regular visitor? Why are you so excited?"

  Hongdou blinked: "I don't know either."

   While talking, Wei Han came to the door.

  Shi Yan hurried over to take over the cloak that he took off.

  A lot of snow fell on the ink-colored cloak, Shi Yan shook off the snowflakes, and said with a smile: "Master, you are here."

   "Did something happen?" Wei Han asked.

  Shi Yan thought about the little princess who was slapped in the face, and then thought about Tao Shaoqing's mansion who lost money and was ashamed, grinned and said, "It's nothing serious."

   Miss Luo pressed down on this matter with one finger.

   Wei Han walked over Shi Yan to the counter.

  Shi Yan looked at the tall and straight figure with a satisfied smile.

  The master became more and more competitive, so he went straight to Miss Luo without talking nonsense to him.

  Giving charcoal in the snow is the easiest thing to touch a woman's heart. I didn't see him give some silver taels to those beautiful little ladies who sold themselves to bury their fathers, so they cried and followed him.

  It's a pity that more and more young ladies have been invited to the house to be maids. Later, the old lady chased him all over the yard with a feather duster, so she didn't dare to do good deeds.

   "The prince is back."

   Wei Han nodded: "Well, I'm back."

  Luo Sheng pointed to the stool beside him and said with a smile, "Does the lord want to sit?"

  The female shopkeeper who just walked in from the back slowed down.

   That was her stool, and it flew away after going to clean room?

   Wei Han stood still, as if the corners of his lips were warmed by the wind and snow: "It's snowing, let's go and see the persimmon tree in the courtyard."

  The ink-colored cloak that Shi Yan held in his hand almost fell to the ground.

  Look at the persimmon tree?

  Look at the bare branches?

  To the little guard's surprise, the girl at the counter stood up quickly, said hello, and strode towards the door leading to the backyard.

   Wei Han lifted his heel up.

  It wasn't until the figures of the two disappeared behind the cotton curtain that Shi Yan realized: neither the master nor Miss Luo was wearing big clothes!

  He looked down at the thick cloak, hesitated and did not catch up.

  In case the master and Miss Luo were expressing their feelings to each other under the tree, he would be too ignorant to run over.

  In the courtyard, the tall persimmon trees quietly endured the wind and snow, and became jade trees and Qiongzhi.

  The cold air hits the face.

   Wei Han woke up from the joy of meeting again, and reminded: "Miss Luo is not wearing big clothes."

  Luo Sheng pointed to the half-open door: "Go in and talk."

  She didn't want to suffer the cold under the persimmon tree, so she went into the room and sat on a chair with soft pillows, holding a steaming cup of tea and talking comfortably.

  The two of them kept walking, and no one took a second look at the lonely persimmon tree in the corner.

  The house is warm like spring, and the petaled lotus placed by the window is in full bloom.

   There is a copper pot on a small stove in one corner.

  Luo Sheng stretched out his hand to lift the copper pot with a big hand first.

   "Let me do it." The man's gentle voice sounded.

  Luo Sheng stopped his movements, watching him lift the copper pot to the table, and skillfully poured two cups of tea.

  Tea is the best tea, and the fragrance of tea lingers in the room.

   Through the hot air, you can see the man's chapped lips and dark eyes.

   "My lord has worked hard to go out."

   "It's not hard work, but it's not good to eat."

  Luo Sheng was silent.

  She really didn't know how King Kaiyang could take such a coquettish thing so seriously...

   There is no way to care about it, after all, he is running around to help her.

Luo Sheng chuckled, and said: "My lord, drink some tea first. The mutton has been stewed for more than an hour. It is fragrant and soft. Sprinkle some chives and serve it on the table later. There is also steaming hot meat." It’s the most comfortable bowl of mutton soup when it’s snowing.”

   "I know." Wei Han bent his lips, giving birth to the joy of a heart-to-heart connection.

  On the way back to Beijing, he was thinking about the mutton soup, and it was Miss Luo who understood his thoughts.

  Thinking about it in this way, the smile on his lips deepened.

  But now is not the time to eat soup and meat, Miss Luo is in a hurry.

   Wei Han drank the tea and said, "I saw that guard just now."

  Luo Sheng clenched the teacup in his hand tightly, the heat from the cup was transferred to his cold fingertips, warming his fingertips.

   "He agreed?"

   Wei Han nodded: "Well, he agreed, and good news should come in a few days."

   "Thank you, my lord."

   "It's just a matter of raising your hands." Wei Han poured another cup of tea after finishing speaking, and took out something from his bosom and handed it over.

  Looking at the familiar shape and packaging, Luo Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth slightly: "This is—"

   "A gift for Miss Luo."

  Luo Sheng reached out to take it, and silently opened the cloth towel under the expectant eyes of the other party.

   As expected, there is a cookbook inside.

  Luo Sheng was silent for a while, and smiled at the man who was begging for praise: "Thank you, my lord, for the gift."

   "As long as Miss Luo likes it."

  Luo Sheng put the newly received gift aside, asked some more details, and said with a smile: "My lord is hungry, why don't you go to the lobby to eat mutton pot."

   Wei Han got up, his movements were neat and unaware.

  Luo Sheng noticed it, but he had already gotten used to it.

  The two walked out of the house.

  In the lobby, Shi Yan walked to the door leading to the backyard with a calm face but full of curiosity.

   It’s not that he’s gossiping, since there are no guests coming anyway, he’s just being idle, he’s checking to see if the master and Miss Luo are cold, what if they freeze?

   Stretching out **** to pinch the corner of the muslin cotton curtain, the little guard quietly looked out with excitement, his eyes straightened suddenly.

   people?

   What about looking at the persimmon tree?

   Wei Han and Luo Sheng walked out of the room.

  Shi Yan: "..."

   "Shi Sanhuo, what are you looking at?" A hand fell on Shi Yan's shoulder.

  Shi Yan turned his head suddenly, seeing that it was Hongdou heaved a sigh of relief, and said solemnly: "I see the persimmon tree."

   "What's so good about a persimmon tree? It's better to eat melon seeds." Hongdou took out a handful of fried melon seeds from his pocket and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

   "Eat." Shi Yan took the melon seeds.

  He had to eat melon seeds to ease his complicated mood.

  Luo Sheng came in first, and ordered Hongdou: "Give the prince a mutton pot and a mutton soup."

   Wei Han, who took the initiative to pick up the curtain for Luo Sheng, took a step behind, and casually ordered: "Two more buns."

  Seeing that several people were looking over, Wei Han calmly explained: "The steamed bun goes well with mutton soup."

   "Does my lord want to eat Laba garlic?" Hong Dou blurted out.

   Wei Han said concisely: "Yes."

  While Wei Han was walking towards the window, Kouer pulled Hongdou, and whispered: "Hongdou, why are you a little bit wrong today?"

  What do you want to be so enthusiastic about?

  Hongdou blinked: "I don't know either."

  She just thought that if she gave King Kaiyang more food, the girl would be in a better mood.

  Don't ask the reason, even if you ask, you can't tell why, it's probably the intuition of the number one maid.

  (end of this chapter)