The ghost-catching princess, she always pretends to be weak

Chapter 75 New Year’s Eve
  Although the needle angle is quite well done, one can tell at a glance that it was not made by a skilled craftsman from the capital.

Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment: "It's good, at least my heart is true."

During the holidays, the Wen family probably received more gifts than any other adult household in Beijing.

Dad had many disciples and was respected by the emperor.

There are many people who come to give gifts under the banner of "thank you" or "visit".

There is some sincerity but I don't know.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month.

All kinds of decorations are available, and every household has changed the door-god couplet, giving it a completely new look from the inside out.

From the gate to the hall, the courtyard to the study room, the Wen Mansion is illuminated by a bright red color.

The snow had been falling for three days. Wen Jiu opened the window and took a sip of hot tea.

Not far away, under the high eaves is the bell that Mother Wen had just hung up.

When the wind blows, it sways and makes a crisp sound.

This year's Wen Mansion's New Year's Eve banquet was extremely grand, with lights everywhere.

Perhaps it was because Wen Jiu stayed at home for a long time, Wen's father and Wen's mother were particularly happy.

Soon it was dinner time, Wen Jiu walked out of the courtyard, and several servants wearing winter coats walked over laughing.

The soft sound of stepping on the snow reached her ears clearly.

It’s great that we have lived another year safely on the reunion day.

"Jiu'er is here."

Wen Jiu wore a newly made pink long coat with silver silk threads rolled on it, which made her face look even more rosy.

This is the most popular style in Beijing nowadays. It is not only warm but also beautiful.

She bowed to Father Wen and Mother Wen Yingying, smiled and ran to sit next to Mother Wen, "Mom and dad, have a great New Year. Jiu'er is here to ask for red envelopes."

"Happy New Year, Master and Madam!"

The servants knelt down one after another, and people inside and outside the house and in the yard were all asking for red envelopes.

"Okay, okay, all of them will be rewarded!" Mr. Wen said with a hearty laugh.

This is the custom of the Wen family. On New Year's Eve, everyone can stop what they are doing and come to the flower hall to get red envelopes, and then go back to celebrate the New Year properly.

"Dad, I want a big red envelope, enough to last me a year!"

"Come on, you took a lot of money from the warehouse a few days ago to redeem people's lives. Tell me about you."

Mrs. Wen looked like he hated iron for not being able to become steel.

"Forget it, sir, Jiu'er also does good things, as long as she is happy."

Mother Wen looked at Wen Jiu and Mrs. Wen with relief. As long as the family stayed together safely and healthily, what was the money?
  "A loving mother often loses her son."

Mr. Wen sneered.

"You gave her the key to this warehouse."

Mrs. Wen exposed him unceremoniously.

The Wens are half-hearted about doting on their daughter, and no one can tell anyone else.

If one were to talk about which house in the capital was the most comfortable to work in, it would definitely be Taifu Wen's house.

From a scholarly family, the owner is well-educated and well-educated. There are few people and not many things to do. He does not make things difficult for his servants and does not have many unpleasant things.

After dinner, Wen Jiu drank tea with his father and mother in the flower hall, originally thinking of staying up late on New Year's Eve.

But when she first arrived, her head was already moving forward little by little.

With more than enough heart but not enough strength, Wen Jiu still couldn't hold back his sleepiness and returned to the yard early.

"This kid, I thought he had grown up."

Mr. Wen smiled and shook his head.

"It's not like you don't know her. She says she keeps the New Year's Eve every year, but she fails to do so every year."

Mother Wen refilled Father Wen's cup of tea. The night was still long.

Zi Su had already prepared roasted chestnuts and roasted sweet potatoes in the courtyard. When the girl went out, she told her that she must bake some food in the courtyard tonight. After all, it was a holiday, so she had to do something different.

"Girl." The boy from the back door hurriedly ran in, "I seem to have seen the Lu family's carriage."

"What?" Wen Jiu's face turned red due to the charcoal fire, and he was slightly startled when he heard the servant's message.

Why did Lu Xu come to see me during this Chinese New Year?
  It’s not appropriate to hunt ghosts, as ghosts also want to find someone to celebrate the New Year.
  While the cloak was still on, Wen Jiu planned to go out and take a look.

The emperor is celebrating the New Year, so Lu Xu is even busier than the emperor. The boy opened the door in front of him, and Wen Jiu stepped out with his back foot.

She stood in the alley and looked at the carriage at the end.

It's Lu Xu's right.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Jiu stood beside the carriage in three or two steps and asked uncertainly.

I'm really afraid that Lu Xu will call me to catch ghosts——

"I'm on night duty today."

"Today is New Year's Eve!" Wen Jiu's eyes widened.

Even the donkeys working on Qingyun Mountain have to rest. How come Lu Xu is on duty every day of the year?

"Yes, so let Lou Wu and the others go back for the New Year's Eve dinner."

"What about you? Festivals and festivals are always crowded times, so you don't have to go through them?"

A trace of loneliness flashed in Lu Xu's eyes.

It seems that in my memory, whether it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lantern Festival or New Year's Eve, there is no habit of celebrating festivals at home.

Once upon a time, my mother-in-law had a wedding, but she just cooked a few more dishes and decorated the house a little bit.

But it caused my father to make a big fuss, my mother sat alone in the yard and cried, and the servants remained silent.

From then on, there was no such thing as a festival in the house.

"What you eat?"

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Wen thought of the sweet potatoes and chestnuts that had just been roasted in the yard.

"We had some pastries in Weishu in the afternoon."

Lu Xu said truthfully.

Wen Jiu glanced at him sideways: "If you haven't eaten, you haven't eaten. What are you talking about in the afternoon?"

As soon as she turned around, a trace of disappointment flashed in Lu Xu's eyes.

She turned around again and said, "Wait for me here. I'll be right back."

Wen Jiu trotted all the way back to the courtyard, asked Zi Su to wrap some freshly roasted sweet potatoes and chestnuts, and then went to the room to seal a red envelope.

Then he went out again.

"Lu Xu."

She stood beside the carriage and shouted.

Lu Xu opened the car curtain and saw Wen Jiu holding a pile of oil paper bags in his hands.

Suddenly I forgot to speak.

"Don't be stupid, take it quickly." Wen Jiu handed it to him and muttered: "These are sweet potatoes and chestnuts that I just roasted in the courtyard."

"This is not an ordinary sweet potato. I asked Perilla to go to the field to pick it. It is very fresh and different from the ones you usually eat."

"These are chestnuts. They are all cut. I just tried them for you. They are easy to peel and sweet."

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Wen Jiu talked for a long time, but when Lu Xu didn't respond, he raised his head to look at him again.

I saw a little moisture in his eyes, "Are your eyes uncomfortable? Didn't you get a good rest?"

Lu Xu came to his senses. He wiped his eyes and said, "The wind was too strong, and I was blinded."

Wen Jiu looked left and right, wind? Is there wind at the entrance of this alley?

"Oh, by the way, keep this."

Wen Jiu looked at him and smiled brightly, "You always have to give a red envelope during the New Year. This is our first New Year together, and I have prepared this red envelope for you."

Lu Xu's heart was suddenly twisted into a ball, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly when he looked at the red envelope in front of him.

"Is this for me?"

"Of course! Although the money is not much, I know you are certainly not short of money."

Lu Xu's skeletal hands squeezed the red envelope tightly, and his fingertips turned a little white.

There is no shortage of money, but there is a shortage of people to give red envelopes, care and favor.

　Tomorrow is the last day of work in 2023~ Everyone, hurry up! ! !

　　
  　
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