Chapter 561

Wuhua held the boy in his arms and walked through the big house path of the prime minister's house. Every road there has been trampled by countless people. Every place has been shining all over. Every tile glitters with calm dignity in the eyes of everyone. Now the glazed tiles are covered with gray foam, and thin footprints are printed on the white jade floor under his feet.

The snow covers the whole prime minister's house. Everything degenerates from prosperity and dignity to the most primitive poverty and truth. It gathers gold and silver, goes to the Pearl, small pavilions and pavilions, leaves are covered with snow. Every step in the empty prime minister's house seems to step on the heart and will give a huge echo

Snowflakes flew and fell from her head, across her long hair, across her cold face, and finally stopped on her thin clothes. The clothes were frozen stiff. When the snow fell on the clothes, it was still like snow, and the hair was dyed white by the wind and snow.

The boy was well protected in her arms, and his head was inevitably stained with snow.

Every step she took, she would recall the vague things. Those vague things were too far away. Now she tried her best to recall them. They were as clear as near in front of her eyes. Her eyes were red and her eyes walked forward numbly. The wind and snow was too heavy. The prime minister's house had been crushed by the wind and snow for several times, and she had no time to pay attention to them.

Even if it has been prosperous for nearly a thousand years, under one person and over ten thousand people, those dignitaries and power will eventually leave one day.

On the long road to the prime minister's house, she seems to have passed through nearly a thousand years and passed by countless people walking in the prime minister's house, including her grandfather, the old prime minister, her savior's dead father, her mother, her aunt who skillfully combed Chan's temples, and the students and old guests who came to visit the prime minister's house. They are polite, elegant and modest.

Those people bowed down and saluted her with a restrained smile. There were literati and refined scholars who had been handed down for thousands of years, as well as the heads of senior officials in the court. If it comes to the details, nearly 90% of Hongmeng's court are students of the prime minister's residence.

Through the long corridor and the big snow covered rockery, turn around the building Pavilion, step on the frozen ground and make a fine sound. The old waiter opposite looked suspiciously at the look, numb and pale.

The old woman with a kitchen knife behind her exclaimed: "ouch, sir, what's the matter with you? Whose child is so cold. Looking at Jun's face and hand, it's white!"

Wuhua hugged the boy in his arms tightly and said slowly, "take the money left in the house and go."

"My Lord! Do you despise us for being old! Life is not like this. Let me tell you, we..." the three women chattered endlessly, doing his ideological work with Wuhua, and talking about their youth past with the prime minister's house for generations over the years.

Wu Huasheng paused, held the young man in his arms and was stunned. Finally, he lowered his eyes and sighed, and strode to the pavilion. The long pavilion was full of lotus flowers. Hongmeng weather was warm and the lotus flowers often bloom all the year round, but he never thought that a frost this year would seal the lotus in ice and snow.

"Ah Shui, wait for me for a while and I'll be right back." Wuhua put the boy on the snow covered imperial concubine's couch as if he were a baby. The old woman with a kitchen knife opened her mouth and wanted to say something. She was pulled by another old woman on one side, and immediately had nothing to say.

From the wrinkles and eyebrows of old age, that woman must have been a rare beauty in the Jianghu when she was young.

Wuhua was cold. The three old men came back to their senses, bent and tiptoed with some difficulty to put on a cloak for him. Wuhua pulled down the big blue cloak and covered the boy. Coldly, he said, "all the people in the house, gather in the hall. Remember, pack up and salute."

He threw down a word, ignored the suspicious look of the three people behind him, picked up the boy and went towards the hall step by step. When he arrived at the hall, the Wuhua outside the gate looked up and smiled at him.

Wuhua directly ignored the people at the door. The last five elders in the house were gathered in one place, except the old housekeeper, who put a small box of broken silver and some jade crowns, folding fans, jade rings and other things used by the prime minister in front of him.

The people looked at each other. The old woman with the kitchen knife looked at the box of silver and touched it uneasily. The old woman on her right hand murmured, "do you think adults will despise us for being old, so they want to drive us away?"

Although the words were not loud, Wuhua still heard them in his ears. This was clearly said to him. He hung his eyes and sat on the big chair with the boy in his arms. He frowned coldly.

"You have been with the prime minister's residence for so many years. Now the prime minister's residence has reached this point. After all, I'm sorry for you."

Wuhua opened his mouth numbly. The five people began to persuade her one by one. Wuhua's drooping eyes and pale lips became a straight line. There were not too many expressions in his cold look.

"My Lord, what is this saying?"

"Yes, which of us didn't start from the poor days? With the strength of the prime minister's house, we can still start from the east mountain."

"Yes, my Lord. I'm not afraid of no firewood."

"My lord..."

After talking nonsense about a flower, the people looked at the prime minister sitting opposite. He still had no expression. They couldn't help but shut up and stood in a row quietly, with his head covered with snow in the cold wind.

"You go. The prime minister's residence will not make a comeback. I'm tired of you with the current situation of the prime minister's residence. Let's go."

"What do you mean you're tired of us! You heartless thing! Was that what the former Prime Minister taught you! I'll stamp you!" the old woman with the kitchen knife was so angry that she rushed up and cut him two knives to make him have a good memory!

They hurriedly dragged people to stay, but the helpless Prime Minister advised him: "Sir, we are all old, but we can't give up the prime minister's house and still read old feelings, so we stay here..."

"Don't talk so much nonsense to him! I'll wake him up with a knife! No, I have to find a daughter-in-law for the adult tonight! At least there can be a queen in the prime minister's house!"

"Lady Dadao, that's not what you said. The prime minister is in a bad mood now. You should understand him."

"I understand you! You don't look at him now! What if he dies one day? If you don't leave a back for the prime minister's house, the prime minister's house will die!" the old woman with a kitchen knife pushed away the old man's pull and made a gesture to chop at Wuhua. Wuhua sat on the big chair and looked at the five people you pushed me. A light flashed in her dull eyes.

It seems that grandpa and his father had a good time. At least such a group of people were with him.