Chapter 791

Day by day very fast, the blink of an eye is the past of January, the smell of winter is more and more rich.

Because Wei Qing asked the housekeeper to prepare winter clothes in advance, everyone in the palace was very warm, and few people complained of bone pain.

However, the people outside often complain because of the cold weather.

"Miss, this year's weather is colder than in previous years, and the number of people who set up stalls on the street is much less than in previous years

Wei Qing listens to Mo Qi and tells her some things outside, drooping her eyes and pondering.

This year's winter was surprisingly cold. Although Xiao Qingqian had been ready to deal with the snow disaster for a long time, the snow did not come down.

In cold weather, there will be fewer people going out of the stall, and the business in wine shops and other places will certainly not be very good.

If it continues to be so cold, I'm afraid the people will be sad for a good new year.

"Well, I see." Wei Qing said with a frown.

With a creak, the door of the hall was pushed open, and the air conditioner quickly came in.

Butterfly son rubs a double arm, hit a stir to work properly, "really cold!"

"Come and have a cup of hot tea to warm up." Wei Qing poured tea for her.

"Elder sister, there are cages in this bedroom. It's really warm like March." Butterfly's hands holding a teacup, warm little toward the four limbs, for example, just a lot better.

Since the beginning of winter, Xiao Qingqian does not allow Wei Qing to go out at will.

When Du Teng took over the women's Hospital, everything went well.

"Let the housekeeper give you more braziers tomorrow."

"But I can't stay in my room all day, can I?" Butterfly pursed her lips and sighed.

Wei Qing is stuffy in the bedroom. Xiao Qingqian is afraid that she will have an accident when she is older.

But she was not pregnant, so she naturally wanted to give Chen Cheng food. Otherwise, she would wake up and he would have left. She fell asleep and he came back. Although they are both in Beijing, they seldom meet.

Although I went out happily every time, I regretted not being stuffy in the room when I got to the door of the house and the cold wind blew.

"You're so anxious!" Wei Qing smiles angrily.

"Tell brother Chen Cheng that I won't send him food to the palace." Butterfly continues to complain.

Wei Qing couldn't help laughing, "I'm afraid you haven't waited until tomorrow, and you'll run to give him food in the evening."

"Big sister is really bad, you know how to make fun of me!" Butterfly son rises red a small face, Chong Wei Qing turns white eyes.

"It's cloudy."

The words of Moqi make the atmosphere condense instantly.

Wei Qing corner of the mouth smile radian a little bit of convergence, "also don't know whether this snow can come down."

"I'm not sure." Ink chess and voice low said a sentence.

"Elder sister, you are always stuffy in the bedroom. Are you stuffy? Do you want me and Moqi to play two fights with you? " Butterfly smile curved a pair of eyes, because it has been warm over, red face like a red apple.

Wei Qing frowned and shook his head.

"What shall we do? Why don't you come and I'll draw Butterfly son is afraid that Wei Qing will be stuffy, so as to think wildly, affect the mood.

"You play with Moqi. I'll go to the inner hall and have a rest." Wei Qing holds the waist to get up, the ink chess hastily goes forward half step, helped steady her.

"How boring is that?"

In Dier's opinion, although there are some changes in the expression of Moqi's face, it is still a poker face.

After being with this kind of person for a long time, she felt depressed.

In the same way, ink chess is not good for the innocent butterfly.

When they are in front of Wei Qing, they can live in peace. Once Wei Qing is away, they are tired of seeing each other.

Wu Zi sits for a while, butterfly son is really stuffy flustered, the vision moves outside, want to leave, can't help but feel the tooth trembles.

She coughed softly, "Moqi, let's talk about something?"

Ink chess stretched a face and didn't say a word.

"How are you doing with Willy? How are you? Did he say when to propose marriage to his elder sister

Butterfly son just like a barrage general, one breath asked three questions.

Mo Qi's face became more and more dark, just like the cloudy weather outside.

Butterfly son only feel a chill on the back of the spine, on the ink chess that pair seems to be able to swallow her deep eyes, stem stem stem neck.

"Forget it. I don't want to answer. I care about you."

Mo Qi holds his arm and stares out of the window.

The inner hall.

Wei Qing is lying on the bed, thinking seriously about how to deal with the ghost weather.

"It's raining!" The sound of ink chess came to Wei Qing's ears, and Wei Qing stopped breathing. He got out of bed and went to the window.

When the window opened, the cold wind wrapped in the rain came face to face, fell on the face, let Wei Qing beat a shiver.

Ink chess heard the wind, eyebrows together, quickly into the inner hall.

"What are you doing, miss?" As she spoke, she closed the window.

Wei Qing didn't say anything and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Miss?" Moqi called again.

Butterfly son also ran to come in, see Wei Qing a face to stay Leng, heart next suddenly, "elder sister?"

Wei Qing suddenly took back the idea of drifting away, worried to the extreme, said: "at this time of rain, I'm afraid it will form freezing rain."

"What is freezing rain?" Butterfly asked.

"Moqi, stand by the car!" Wei Qing said in a deep voice.

"Miss, if you have anything, you'd better wait until the Lord comes back." Moqi advised hard.

Wei Qing is only worried that he is getting sleepy recently. When Xiao Qingqian comes back, he will go to sleep.

"Then help me study ink." Wei Qing looks solemn.

She must make clear to Xiao Qingqian all the possible disasters caused by the freezing rain, and what she can deal with as soon as possible.

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When the rain falls, the palace becomes a mess.

Chen Cheng frowned and looked out of the window. "Lord, it's raining this season. What kind of weather is it?"

The teeth of people who are already cold tremble, and now it rains again.

Xiao Qingqian frowned and pondered, "is the shovel that I asked you to prepare last time ready?"

"Ready."

Xiao Qingqian said softly, "at night, he sent guards to inspect the broken temples. When he found the beggars, he took them to the shelter."

Chen Cheng nodded.

This shelter was proposed by Wei Qing. Although it was a big shop inside, it was warm.

Several beggars have been brought here before. They work and eat together. They are happy and comfortable.

However, some beggars seem to be very resistant to the shelter. When they see the guards coming forward, they will run away with a guilty heart.

It's getting darker and darker. Everyone is talking about the weather.

When Chen Cheng saw that it was not early, he was ready to take people to the nearby broken temples and other places for inspection.

Just as the door opened, Chen Cheng twisted his eyebrows.

"What's the matter?" The sound of Xiao Qingqian's deep magnetism drifted into his ears.

"Lord, the road is covered with ice."

Hearing the speech, Xiao Qingqian strode to the door.

Candlelight reflected on the road, emitting a crystal light, looking at the beauty.

However, Xiao Qingqian's heart is more and more heavy.