The dinner ended, it was already eleven o'clock. It was already late at night, with heavy snow, the north wind howling, and the cold and cold were intoxicating. As soon as I walked out of the warm place, Yi Huan's nose was itchy, "Hajiu".

Yan Zi pulled her cloak away and hugged her in her arms, "Don't catch a cold."

Yi Huan smiled up and said, "It's so warm! Thank you Mr. Yan."

"Mrs. Yan, you're welcome. I'm happy to keep you warm." Yan Zi smiled, lowered her head and kissed her forehead.

In the car, Yi Huan sneezes a few more times. When she got home, Yan Zi asked the kitchen to make ginger soup. Yi Huan pouted, "I don't like drinking ginger soup, I'll just take a hot bath."

"If you don't drink ginger soup today, you will have to take bitter medicine tomorrow." Yan Zihui said seriously.

"Just drink it, I'll go take a shower." Yi Huan picked up her clothes.

"Do you want me to rub your back for you?" Yan Zihui asked diligently.

Yi Huan glanced at him, "No, I'm going to catch a cold, you are not allowed to bother me."

"Okay, I won't bother you." Yan Zi smiled.

Although Yan Zihui didn't bother with him and Yi Huan drank ginger soup, the next day, Yi Huan still had a cold and had to call Wang Jiayu, "Sorry, I can't come out to have coffee with you."

"Okay, you will know that you are sick when you hear your voice. Let's rest at home. We will make an appointment when you are cured." Wang Jiayu said with a smile.

"How long will you stay in Jizhou?" Yi Huan asked.

Wang Jiayu was there and was silent for a moment, saying, "I will stay until the eighth day of the first lunar month, and go to Jingu on the ninth day of the first lunar month, and then return to Citiland."

"You..." Yi Huan paused, "Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

"I can't go back to that family anymore. I am an actor and lose face of the Wang family. My father no longer recognizes me." Wang Jiayu said with a wry smile.

Yi Huan wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know where to start. In Citi Country, actors are already very popular, but in China, actors are inferior to those of the lowest class, and this concept cannot be reversed for a while. "Ling Zun will figure it out in the future."

"It's okay, I'm fine. I expected it when I was an actor." Wang Jiayu choked up.

"Everything will be fine." Yi Huan could only persuade him in such a false way.

The two chatted for a few more times, then hung up the phone. Shaoxia came in with the medicine, "Mrs. Young Master, it's time to take the medicine."

"Huh." Yi Huan frowned in disgust, "No candied fruit, I won't drink it."

"There are candied fruits." Shaoxia said quickly.

Yi Huan picked up the bowl with a sad face and tried the medicine warm first. She was so bitter that she grinned her teeth and cracked her mouth, "Can you not drink it?"

"No, when the Qi Shao went out, he repeatedly told me to stare at the young lady and take medicine." Shaoxia said seriously.

"Hmph" Yi Huan snorted coldly.

"Mrs. Young lady, stop being slow, it will be even more painful if the medicine is cold." Shaoxia advised.

"I know, I know, don't urge me to drink it." Yi Huan picked up the bowl, sucked it all, and drank it all, making her face wrinkled into a bun. Shaoxia quickly handed the candied fruit to her, and Yi Huan stuffed the candied fruit into her mouth to relieve the bitterness.

Yi Huan was sick, very tired, wrapped in a thick shawl, huddled lazily by the fireplace without moving, but Liang Yan came to talk to her, "Madam Qi Shao, yesterday I saw you dressed quite thickly when you went out, so why would you get sick from the cold?"

"Ms. Liang, just say whatever you want to say, without striking around the bush." ​​Yi Huan said coldly.

"It's nothing, I just think Mrs. Seventh Young Master is a little weak." Liang Yan said with malicious intentions.

"People eat grains and get sick all kinds of diseases. Only fools can avoid getting sick." Yi Huan smiled mockingly.

"Madam Seven, don't get me wrong. I just care about your body." Liang Yan said with a dry smile.

"Then I will thank Miss Liang, you, yes, good, I wish." Yi Huan closed his eyes and took a stance of not wanting to talk.

But Liang Yan is not such a tactful person, and she is still talking nonsense, "It's snowing again, I wonder if there will be another snow disaster this year?" "The newspaper today published a separation agreement between the last and the last emperor." "The young marshal in Shanghai is going to hold a charity auction, which contains a blue and white flower petal plate from the previous dynasty." "..."

She kept chatting, which made Yi Huan's head ached slightly. She opened her eyes and stood up, "Miss Liang, do you know you are very loud?" Yi Huan wrapped her shawl tightly and went upstairs.

In the evening, the female family members of the Yan family were having dinner in the restaurant. When they were about to finish, Yan Zi came back; Mrs. Yan asked, "Xuanling, I don't know if you are back for dinner, and I haven't waited for you. Sister E, please give me some dishes and chopsticks to the Qi Shao."

"Sister E, don't take it. I've eaten it outside." Yan Zi walked back to Yi Huan, "How is it? Are you getting better? Is your head still hurting?"

"I've been much better after taking the medicine, and my head doesn't hurt anymore." Yi Huan said with a smile.

"After eating, go back to your room to rest quickly. Your face is still ugly." Yan Zi replied softly.

Yan Zihui came back early because she was worried about Yi Huan's body. After Yi Huan returned to her room and went to bed, he went into the study to talk to his confidant. Liang Yan was thinking again, "Mrs. Yan, it was only seven o'clock when the Qi Shao came back. He should have had dinner very early. Now it's nine o'clock, and he is still talking about things in the study. It's so hard."

"Yes, the government is busy, and Xuanling has lost a lot of weight, but his wife cares about him at all. She never waits for him at night and goes to bed on her own, let alone cook a midnight snack or stew a supplement for Xuanling to eat. I don't know what Xuanling is doing when she marry her back." Mrs. Yan complained.

"Mrs. Qi Shao is a rich lady. She is spoiled and wants others to take care of her. There will be people there." Liang Yan said with eye medicine.

"Xuanling is my youngest son. I love him the most. I hope there is someone around him who knows the cold and the heat, but now, alas." Mrs. Yan sighed.

Liang Yan opened her mouth. Although she had the intention of becoming Yan Zi to return her concubine, she was an 18-year-old girl after all, and she was still shy and embarrassed to say so directly, "Mrs. Yan, I have learned how to stew supplements with my mother. I'll stew a cup of Qi Shao."

"You are a guest and your feet are injured. How can you do these chores?" Mrs. Yan pretended to stop her, but the smile on her face became a little deeper.

"My feet no longer hurt so much. I have been eating and living here for so many days. Just let me do something, so I can feel more at ease." Liang Yan said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll ask Sister E to take you to the kitchen." Mrs. Yan smiled.

When Liang Yan was stewing the supplements, Sister E stared at the whole process. Although Mrs. Yan liked Liang Yan very much, she had the lesson of the past, so Mrs. Yan was still a little cautious about her. Liang Yan was actually a coquettish lady, and she didn't know how to stew the supplements at all. She was busy in the kitchen.

"Miss Liang, what kind of supplements do you want to stew?" Sister E asked.

"Stewed ginseng black bone chicken." Liang Yan remembered this dish because it was her father's favorite.

Sister E held back and didn't roll her eyes, saying, "Miss Liang, there are ginseng at home, but there are no black bone chickens. It's already so late now, so it's impossible to buy them on the street. You'd better change the supplement."

Liang Yan thought for a while and asked, "Do you have fresh yam and longan meat?"

"Yes." Sister E sighed. Fortunately, the second young lady will drink yam porridge tomorrow morning, otherwise she really wouldn't know where to get fresh yams for the young lady.

There is also Schisandra chinensis in the yam and longan porridge, but Liang Yan didn't know that Sister E thought she was troublesome. After the winter solstice, the day was long and the night was short, so the Yan family stopped eating midnight snacks. After cooking dinner, the big stove turned off and left a small stove for emergencies in case of emergency.

"Madam Yan, this yam, longan porridge is nourishing the heart and kidneys, calming the mind and enhancing intelligence." Liang Yan came out with the porridge. Sister E followed her.

Mrs. Yan sat in the hall and was about to fall asleep. She looked at Sister E, saw her nodding slightly, and smiled and said, "Yanyan, thank you for your hard work, you can send it to Xuanling for food."

"Okay." Liang Yan pursed her lips and smiled, her face full of shyness.

Mrs. Yan signaled Sister E to follow her, and she went up the other stairs and went back to the room to sleep.

Liang Yan brought a cup of porridge to the second floor. Yang Yihua was guarding the door of the study. When she saw her coming, she frowned and said, "Stop."

"I'm here to deliver midnight snacks to Qi Shao. Please come in and report it." Liang Yan said in a coquettish voice.

Yang Yihua thought about it, knocked on the door, and with the permission of the person inside, he opened the door, "Captain, the maid is here to send her midnight snacks, should she send them in?"

Liang Yan pouted. She was not a maid. This adjutant was too blind.

Inside the house, Yan Zi looked back at the time. It was already past ten o'clock. "It's already late. You should be hungry, so let the maid bring in the late night snack."

Yang Yihua opened the door and "Take the midnight snack in."

Liang Yan walked in and put the tray on the table, "Seven Young Master, this is the yam and longan porridge I cooked myself. Do you want to taste it? How can it be tasted?"

When Yan Zi returned to see that it was her, her face turned gloomy, "Sister E, bring out the things and cook a few bowls of noodles to serve."

"Yes, Seventh Young Master." Sister E hurried forward to take the tray.

"Seventh Master, this porridge was made by Mrs. Yan for you." Liang Yan brought out Mrs. Yan to suppress her.

Yan Zi replied to her with just one word, "Get out!"

Yang Yihua grabbed Liang Yan's arm and dragged her out roughly. Liang Yan screamed, "Let go, let go, you barbarian, you hurt me, ah! Ah!"

"It's very noisy." Yan Zi replied coldly.

Yang Yihua slashed over with his palm, Liang Yan tilted his head and fainted, and the world became quiet. Sister E took a tray and went downstairs to the kitchen to boil water and cook noodles. After eleven o'clock, Yan Zi returned to eat noodles, took a shower, and went back to the room to sleep. As soon as she opened the door, she heard the person lying on the bed making a shrill cry, "Ah!" Then she saw Yi Huan sitting up in shock. Although the light was dim, Yan Zi came to see her sweating profusely.

"Huan'er, are you having a nightmare?" Yan Zi walked over quickly and reached out to hug her in his arms.

Yi Huan gasped, looking in a frightened state, turned to look at him, "Xuanling, I...I..."

"Don't be afraid, just say it slowly." Yan Zihui gently stroked her back.

"I dreamed that the Japanese loaded bombs on the train, and the bombs blew the car into pieces. Most of the people in the train were killed on the spot, and several were seriously injured and sent to the hospital, but they were not cured." Yi Huan lowered her eyelids, and as the days of returning to Shengjing got closer, she became more and more uneasy. In another time and space, Zhang Zuolin was so cautious that in order to confuse the spies, the date first changed, and then deliberately wrote the words VIP on the No. 10 car on the train. However, he himself sat in the No. 8 car, but the bomb still blew the No. 8 car out of nowhere.

"Huan'er, you're too worried. I know you're worried about the spies in Japan, but Huan'er, the intelligence organization, has not received any relevant information, so the train bombing will not happen." Yan Zi replied and comforted her.

"Xuanling, be careful to make the Wannian Ship. The security of returning to Shengjing must be tight. Those guards must be reliable. Don't let people outside know that we took the train back to Shengjing that day." Yi Huan grabbed Yan Zihui's clothes and said.

"Okay, I will make the arrangements properly. Don't worry. Be good, close your eyes and sleep." Yan Zi hugged her and lay down, pulling the quilt.

Yi Huan could hear that he was dealing with her, "Xuanling, don't think I'm a mediocre person to disturb me. This is really serious. Whether it's a Japanese or a Su, they want to be in chaos in the north, so that they can launch troops to invade the border..."

"Huan'er, I know, I know, don't worry, even if the spies have this plan, I won't let them succeed. My father won't have any trouble. Believe me, okay?" Yan Zi said in a kiss on her face.

"Okay." Yi Huan leaned into his arms, listened to his calm heartbeat, and slowly fell asleep.

The next day, the snow stopped and the wind stopped. The sun shone through the thick clouds, making it warm. Yi Huan got up and went downstairs and met Liang Yan with her neck tilted, "What's wrong with Miss Liang? Are you feeling stiff?"

"Madam Seventh Young Master, are you so gloating?" Liang Yan also has a temper. Her patience to please Mrs. Yan has made her very depressed. Yan Zihui's attitude towards her last night hit her. She also felt that Yan Zihui would definitely tell Yi Huan about this, so Yi Huan is here to laugh at her now. She is naturally angry and jealous and can't suppress her nature.

"It's very good." Yi Huan raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be proud." Liang Yan said hatefully.

"Miss Liang, please remember your identity. You are a guest, you are rude and provoke your master. Don't you feel rude?" Yi Huan asked.

"You are the master, don't treat guests well, and you are the one who throws tantrums against guests. You are the one who is rude to them." Liang Yan said with her eyes rolled.
To be continued...