He then asked Qiu Xiaoan who was waiting nearby, "Can you make a snowman?"
Qiu Xiaoan was confused by the question and even asked back: "Master, what is a snowman?"
Shen Yanjin glanced at him coldly, snorted, stood up with some joy, put on an ink-black crane cloak and left the room, leaving Qiu Xiaoan alone who was still confused and had many question marks on his forehead.
When he went out and saw his master with a cold face piling up snow, his three views were instantly shattered and he felt like he had seen something extraordinary.
"Master... Master?"
Piling up snow!
What is going on.
Then Qiu Xiaoan discovered that it was not just him. There were many people around looking at their master piling snow, and most of them were as shocked as he was.
Is the master going crazy?
Qiu Xiaoan approached a shadow guard and asked, "What is the master doing?"
The shadow guard looked at him coldly without answering.
Well, Qiu Xiaoan went to ask a few servants who were sweeping the snow. The servants stammered and said cautiously: "We also find it strange. We also want to ask you, the housekeeper."
Okay, no one knows why the master has become like this.
There are two factors that can make the master change, one from the little fat guy and the other from the national teacher.
No one knows where the little fat guy has been wandering for a year or two. He hasn't come back for a long time. But the National Master appears in Qingxiu Mansion from time to time. A while ago, he even cooked for the master for a month. If one of them was the National Master and the other was a minor official, he would have suspected that they would ask for permission to get married that month.
Watching the master piling up snow slowly and carefully, he also paid attention to the thickness of the snow.
Qiu Xiaoan thought for no reason: If the Imperial Master were here, the pile would definitely be even better.
Just as he was lost in thought, a ball of snow hit him directly on the forehead. He hissed from the cold, and then he came to his senses and looked up.
Then he saw his master raising his stern eyebrows and waving his little finger at him.
Qiu Xiaoan hurried over and said, "Master, what are your instructions?"
"Go find two tree poles."
Qiu Xiaoan nodded in agreement, ran out of the yard and went straight to the woodshed.
In this kind of weather, only the woodshed has tree trunks, and the task can be completed quickly.
He grunted and took two tree poles and ran straight back. The servants guarding the woodshed were confused. After he walked away, they whispered to each other: "What's going on, Qiu Guanshi?"
…
Qiu Xiaoan, who didn't hear these words, took the tree pole back to the yard and handed it to his master.
Then he bowed and stepped aside, watching his master insert two tree poles into a pile of snow. Then he turned sideways and asked, "Does it look like it?"
Qiu Xiaoan: "Uh, huh?"
What?
Before he could ask, the master took out a small note from his sleeve pocket and threw it to him.
Qiu Xiaoan grabbed it and unfolded the piece of paper. He saw two round balls of different sizes drawn behind an ordinary sentence. There were two things stuck on both sides of the balls...probably tree trunks.
so…
Is this the snowman the master was talking about?
Qiu Xiaoan looked at the snowman in the note and the snowman made by his master.
It cannot be said that they are completely dissimilar, at least the two tree trunks are similar.
Seeing the master's cold, inquiring gaze, Qiu Xiaoan felt a sense of impending disaster and quickly said, "It looks like it, it looks exactly like it!"
It hurts to speak against one's conscience, but what can one do? If he doesn't speak, he'll probably die a miserable death.
"Qiu Xiaoan."
"...Yes, Master."
"You, make ten."
"…ah?"
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