When we returned to the general's mansion in the evening, it was already late and the early spring wind was still chilly.
General Yan was still waiting for them to come back for dinner, and he was not disappointed when he knew they had come back after dinner. Today was the Flower Festival, and it was a rare occasion for Wei Yang to go out and play, so it was normal for her not to come back for dinner.
The weather was warm, and the old general and Weiyang did not remove the fire in their rooms, and heated them every morning and evening. Weiyang was afraid of the cold, and the old general was afraid of the cold.
At noon and in the evening, they had lunch together. There were few people in the house, so with Yan Gui and Wei Yang by their side, they weren't too lonely.
In the evening, Wei Yang washed up and chose her own clothes.
There was a large custom-made wardrobe in the room, which was specially made for her by Yan Gui. Every dress was hung up, just like in a ready-made clothing store. Wei Yang's fingers ran over each piece of clothing, silk, cotton, and brocade, in all colors.
Yan Xiaoyan said, "Yan Gui said that girls look best in red." How long has it been since she last wore red? More than half a year. Time flies!
In the end, Wei Yang slipped away from the red clothes and chose a light purple dress.
She took great pains to pick out a skirt, combed her hair herself, and put on the hairpin that Yan Gui had prepared for her in the jewelry box.
"Girl, where are you going?" Konggu put down the things in his hands and looked at Weiyang who was about to go out, ready to follow.
Wei Yang turned around, smiled and waved her hand: "Don't follow me, I'm going to take a walk and will be back soon."
Every day at this time, Yan Gui would come to see if she had gone to bed. It was about time now.
After leaving the courtyard and turning right, there is a bluestone road with buds sprouting from the trees on the roadside. Wei Yang looked around as she walked. The general's mansion is very large. With such a large courtyard, it is no problem for one or two hundred people to live there.
Now, there are only three masters including Wei Yang, and most of the courtyards are vacant. From a distance, only two or three courtyards have lights on. It looks unusually deserted. In the mansion, the busiest place is the servants' quarters where the maids live.
The two yards were very close to each other, one in front and one behind, with only a small garden in between. The garden was cleaned very well, but there was no spring in it.
Wei Yang unknowingly walked to Yan Gui's yard. Ding Wu was waiting outside the door. When he saw Wei Yang, he did not report loudly, but only bowed and stepped aside. Pushing open the door, Yan Gui changed into half-worn clothes and sat at the desk reading a book, looking very relaxed and casual.
"Uncle." Wei Yang was half outside the door, sticking her head out and looking inside with a curious and mischievous look on her face.
Yan Gui followed the reputation.
The little girl was wearing a light purple dress and an apricot-yellow brocade half-sleeve. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, with a few strands of hair falling on her snow-white neck, which was transparent, white and tender, and so delicate that it could be blown away.
Yan Gui frowned: "It's cold at night, why don't you wear a cloak? Where are the maids?"
"Ah." Wei Yang pouted. She thought Yan Gui would be very happy to see her dressing up, but unexpectedly, he seemed angry!
Seeing Wei Yang's expression was a little strange, he was about to withdraw his foot that had stepped forward. Yan Gui couldn't help but sighed. He was still used to giving orders to the soldiers, and he couldn't change his tone of command for a while.
"Come in. Wear a cloak next time you go out. It's cold at night, okay?" Yan Gui slowed down his voice, took a few steps, and brought Wei Yang, who was about to leave, in again.
It's rare for a little girl to come to see me, so it would be interesting if I scared her away.
But when has this girl ever been afraid of me