As winter began, Jiang Yuefu's body became worse and worse, and she almost hurt so much that she couldn't sleep at night.

Seeing that his daughter was in such pain, Cheng Tinglan fell ill even after worrying.

Jiang Hengzhi was filled with sorrow, and the atmosphere in the entire prime minister's residence was depressed.

Xiaoman knew that the worse Jiang Yuefu was, the closer her death period would be, and she would not be much better. She could only force these thoughts to get out of her mind and think about more good things.

For example, the winter solstice has arrived.

The founding emperor of the Jing Dynasty got married on the day of the winter solstice. He attached great importance to this solar term and issued many edicts.

Later, it gradually evolved into a festival where the whole country celebrated. On this day of the year, there was no curfew in the capital, and there was a prosperous and joyful scene.

Xiaoman always feels that this year's winter is colder than in previous years, so he is specially wrapped in a thick layer when he goes out.

Xue Liu tied her a draped bun with osmanthus, tied a red string on each side, two pom pom balls made of rabbit fur, and put a few beads on it.

She wore a red jacket and a royal blue skirt embroidered with garland patterns, which made her look even more like snow, as delicate and cute as a porcelain doll, making people happy when they saw it.

When A Si saw her, he could not hide his stunning look in his eyes. He noticed his disobedience and hurriedly glanced at Zhou Gongyu's expression. He found that he had not paid attention and then turned his face to stop looking.

Zhou Gongyu wore a black round necklace with a leather belt, and was simply tied, making it difficult to hide his tall and strong figure.

Xiaoman stood beside him, barely able to reach his shoulder.

"I have no face and care, but I have no choice but to look down on it."

Xiaoman didn't understand and raised his head and asked him, "What does this sentence mean?"

"I'm praising you for your beauty."

She nodded: "Brother Gongyu is also beautiful."

Zhou Gongyu burst into laughter and tapped her head lightly.

"Okay, let's go."

There were people coming and going on the streets, and it was still early, and the lanterns were lit.

Walking on the long street, when I look up, I see all the lanterns hanging in various colors.

Today is a good time for vendors to make money, and there are all kinds of strange things sold on the street.

Zhou Gongyu doesn't like to go to crowded places. The noisy and noisy belongs to others, and he is always out of place.

This time, she was curious about everything and pointed to the incomprehensible question. He was surprisingly patient and answered her tirelessly, without thinking that this crowd was awkward.

Whether it is royal relatives and nobles or ordinary people, they will not stay at home peacefully this day.

There are more noble people, and more people are taking advantage of the troubled waters. It is better to steal money while the crowds of people are shoulder to shoulder, and even worse, they will abduct women and babies.

Xiaoman was not tired, and turned his head to see a hawker wearing a mask. The green-faced and fanged Shura mask scared her and retreated repeatedly. Zhou Gongyu supported her from behind.

"What's wrong?"

"grimace."

Xiaoman held his sleeve and turned his face away, pointing at the vendor.

The vendor quickly took off his mask and smiled and said, "The noble man is very brave, and this is all fake."

Zhou Gongyu comforted her warmly and patted her on the back: "It's okay, it's just a mask, don't be afraid."

A mask hanging on an elevated mount is mostly full of horrible and exaggerated Shura appearances, and it is inevitable that they are scared to be the first time they see it.

The vendor didn't know about it and said, "There are masks sold every winter solstice. Why is this noble man so scared? Could it be that he has never seen him?"

Xiaoman snorted lightly and grabbed Zhou Gongyu's sleeve with his hand: "It's so ugly, can it be sold?"

Zhou Gongyu couldn't help but chuckled, pulled her back, and said to the vendor: "My sister doesn't leave the house often, and she offended her words. Please don't bother with her."

"What's wrong with this?"

The vendor was not angry at all, and Zhou Gongyu and Xiaoman's clothes looked like they were either rich or noble, and their attitude was so friendly and polite. He also said happily: "Hey, this gentleman is extraordinary. I have never seen such a beautiful person.

So is this girl, so beautiful.”

Xiaoman was not used to looking at strangers, and hugged next to Zhou Gongyu and showed half of his face, and opened his eyes wide to look at the vendor.

The vendor took down a Kunlun slave's mask and handed it to Zhou Gongyu.

"This is not scary, just use it for the little girl to play with."

"Thank you for your kindness from the shopkeeper," he patted Xiaoman, "Let's go ahead."

Xiaoman took it.

"Thanks."

"No thanks."

Xiaoman took the mask and walked forward briskly, and then squeezed into the small stall where the candy man was made.

Zhou Gongyu turned around and ordered A Si to settle the bill for the vendor and speed up and follow her.

"Want this?"

He stood beside Xiaoman and asked softly.

Xiaoman nodded, pointed at the sugar man and said, "I remember you bought me the sugar man, and it was made like a mouse."

She never wanted to eat that sugar man, and she could not escape the broken ending even if she kept it carefully, and also caused a bunch of ants to be complained by Xue Liu.

"Who do you want?"

Xiaoman stared at the candy man for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't want it, I'm afraid I can't stay."

"What are you going to eat, what are you doing?"

"I can't bear to eat."

She answered bluntly, but Zhou Gongyu was a little surprised.

"Just a sugar man."

"But you gave it to me."

He just never thought that for him, it was just a trivial good, but it was valued by Xiao Manzhen and even a sugar man carefully collected it.

Xiaoman also gave him some things, all of which were gadgets, which might be a good book or an exquisite and compact core sculpture.

Gradually he accumulated a lot, but he never treated those objects like Xiao Man for a moment.

He always put it away in a hurry, and he might not know if he was swept away by the palace servants.

Zhou Gongyu said slowly: "It's okay, I'll give you everything you want."

Xiaoman didn't notice his expression change. When he saw the lantern selling rack, he trotted with his skirt.

"Asi, should I tell her that I want to marry Jiang Yuefu?"

Zhou Gongyu looked at Xiaoman's back and his tone was no longer as gentle as before, with a chill that would keep people from thousands of miles away.

A Si didn't understand what he meant: "But Miss Xiaoman knew about this matter, why did the young master still worry?"

"concern?"

Zhou Gongyu frowned.

"That's OK. I'm just thinking, Jiang Hengzhi's old fox said Jiang Yuefu was saved, how could he save her?

The imperial physician clearly stated that Jiang Yuefu would not live long."

"Then what does this have to do with Miss Jiang Er?

Did Prime Minister Jiang not tell His Highness?”

It was dark, and the streets were covered with bright lights and the light and shadows were swaying.

Zhou Gongyu's body was in a dark shadow.

"He said a few words in a vague way. What can I know? I asked someone to check it, but I only found a single Cun Hancao.

I heard from the imperial doctor that Cunhan grass is rare and highly toxic, so I didn’t find any name.

I suspect that this matter has something to do with Xiaoman.”

"My subordinate is stupid, please make clear."

Zhou Gongyu's tone was faint. Even though he was gentle to Xiaoman, he still looked cold and heartless when talking about life and death.

"If Jiang's attitude towards Xiaoman has changed, don't you notice that something is wrong with Xiaoman?

I suspect that Jiang Hengzhi really wants her to be a medicine man and die for Jiang Yuefu."

"This subordinate doesn't pay much attention to Miss Jiang Er, how could he be as meticulous as a young master?

Besides, no matter how Jiang Xiang decides, we should not interfere.”

A Si's expression became solemn, for fear that Zhou Gongyu, who had always been rational, would be confused about this matter.

"really."

Seeing Zhou Gongyu's attitude, A Si then let out a long sigh.
To be continued...