Chapter 487 (2/2)

Most of the people in the house were taken in by Wenjiu. There were more than a hundred people, old and young. Unexpectedly, none of them wanted to leave by themselves.

Wen Jiu looked at these people with wet eyes, turned his head and looked at the golden and jade maids, ”you are a good age...”

As soon as she opened her mouth, they all knelt down, pulled her sleeve and skirt, and cried miserably.

Wen Jiuxin couldn't bear it. He helped this one and couldn't afford that one. He said helplessly, ”I just let you go out to avoid, not to drive you away. Why are you crying?”

”Young lady, do you think we're so easy to deceive?” jin'er said, ”if it wasn't especially dangerous this time, how could you let us all go!”

Warm wine: ”

This girl is really spoiled by her.

Now she was speechless in front of so many people.

When she didn't speak, the little maids could cry vigorously. The wind in front of the court blew plum blossoms, and the bamboo shadow behind the partition shook.

Night fell quietly.

She lifted her eyes and wiped away the tears on jin'er's cheeks. She had experienced many parting in the past. The most she heard was that the trees of the noble family fell and the monkeys scattered, and the loving husband and wife flew away in great distress.

But after arriving at Xie's house, I suddenly found that the words of the ancients were not accurate.

Living in this imperial capital, people sit at home. Disaster comes from heaven. There have been many times, large and small. Which time is not between life and death.

In the past, Wen Jiuhui thought it foolish that these little boys and waitresses would not go if they could.

Now, with tears in her eyes, she bent down and saluted the crowd.

Then he said, ”if you don't want to go, stay. Get up and don't cry.”

People saluted one after another, and the north wind blew down a red plum rain.

The footsteps outside the house were heavy, and the fire reflected the lights all around.

The knock at the door was heavier than before.

As if he were going to knock the gate open directly.

Warm wine brushed the folds on his sleeve, raised his eyes and said, ”go to open the door.”

The boy hurried to answer.

Wenjiu turned around and said to the crowd, ”don't cry. Wipe your tears and do what you should do.”

They quickly wiped away their tears and got up to do their own business.

Jinyumantang several maids followed Wenjiu, red eyes wanted to talk, but they didn't know what to say.

Wenjiu was helpless. ”Go make tea and prepare some cakes. Also, I'm a little cold. Bring me a coat.”

She arranged things for the ladies, and they hurried away.

The boys lit the lamps under the eaves, and the light and shadow were heavy, brushing between the branches and leaves of plum blossoms.

Wenjiu stood alone under the tree and raised his hand to catch a flying flower.

The scar on the palm reflects the crimson plum blossom.

She looked up into the distance.

Miss her gorgeous youth who should have been pampered in the beautiful Pavilion, and miss the recovery of all things in the warm spring, the reunion of the whole family.

Not long.

A crowd of footsteps approached quickly, and the visitor came behind Wen Jiu, ”shopkeeper Wen is really interested. At this time, he still has the idea to appreciate plum.”