"Can."

Regarding Qishi's helpless look, he couldn't help but ask again: "Miss, remember not to laugh when you go out, and don't run around with curiosity, you know?"

"good!"

Fang Ruoxing pouted, "Then can I wear it now?"

"Your clothes are too thin." The steward frowned, "If you wear it this way, it will freeze when you go out."

"how come?"

Ye Nongying pointed to the clothes in the box and said, "We don't feel cold anymore when we wear them. If we put on these, we probably will have to sweat once we walk."

In charge: "You don't understand, it's not cold at the house, but it's cold outside."

Uh!

Duanmu Ya looked at each other.

There is also a courtyard on the house, and there is also a yard. They just walked over like this, and they didn't feel too cold.

Fang Ruoxing also felt that the words of stewardship were absurd, and she was about to speak, but stewardess said: "Wait for me, I will get you some thick clothes."

After speaking, they left in a hurry without waiting for them to answer.

Duanmu Yawang wanted to call him too late.

"..."

Everyone was silent for a while, and Ye Nongying couldn't help but said, "Why do I feel that I'm too nervous about things?"

All became a little nervous.

Obviously, even if the weather is not cold right now, put on the clothes in the box, it should be hot, and I have to get thick clothes for them.

Fang Ruoxing said: "It's just that you worry about me too much."

Duanmu Yawang asked her: "In the past, you didn't participate in the exile festival. What did you do at the mansion?"

Fang Ruoxing tilted his head and thought for a while and said: "Before the feast of exile, I usually get a serious illness. When the illness gets better, it is the feast of exile, so I usually lie in bed and listen to people say about the feast of exile. "

"No wonder you want to go to the Exile Festival so much."

"Yeah." Fang Ruoxing nodded heavily: "This is the first time I was in good health during the exile."

When I said that, the steward had already returned.

Come back with him, there are several female maids.

Several female maids are holding a tray on which the thick and delicate clothes are folded.

The steward urged: "Everyone tells you to put on these clothes, and then put on the filial attire in the box, you can go out."

Ye Nongying saw the thickness of the clothes, walked over and touched it, and immediately wanted to faint. He couldn't laugh or cry, "Well, what kind of weather is this? It's not cold. You let us wear mink?" And she was ready to go. Thick mink boots!

They couldn't live anymore as soon as these boots were worn!

The steward said: "It's cold outside. You can't wear it without wearing it. Let's not say that the young lady is weak. You are in good health, but you will have to fight in two days. You can't break your body."

Although stewardship is kind, Fang Ruoxing also feels that stewardship is too much, "It's not too cold, but stewardess if you let us wear such a thick layer, we will be hot to death."

"will not."

The managerial attitude is a bit tough, "If you don't wear it, I will report that the master is up."

"I wear!"

Fang Ruoxing was afraid that the manager would listen to the report, so he would not let them go, and said quickly: "We must wear it."

Ye Nongying also wanted to make a requirement: "Just in charge, can we not wear these thick boots?"

"No." The steward was very determined, "Otherwise I will tell the Lord..."

"Don't!" Fang Ruoxing interrupted the manager quickly and said: "The manager, you go out first, and we will call you in after we get dressed."

"Yes."

The manager saw that she was obedient, and then he was relieved and went out.

Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying had headaches, "Miss Fang, did you wear this way during exile festivals in the past?"

"I don't know." Fang Ruoxing said innocently: "When they told me before, I just listened, but I haven't heard of these details of dressing."

Ye Nongying's eyeballs turned steadily, "You said, we secretly hide our clothes, can we not wear them?"

Fang Ruoxing said in a small voice: "It's not good to lie."

"But the clothes are so thick that we must be so hot to wear!" No wonder we can't laugh at this festival. How can we laugh when the heat is so hot?

Duanmu Yawang reminded her: "You also know that it is so thick. You can tell if you wear it or not. Don't say it is too much. Let's wear it quickly. I think the sun outside is very weak. We should be able to bear it for a while. We will go back to the house if we live."

As a result, everyone changed their clothes unwillingly.

Put on the thick clothes prepared by the steward for them, and then put on the clothes in the box.

After switching it out, Ye Nongying was the first to dislike it, "I have never tried to wear it so bulky in winter, and I feel like I can't use it anymore."

"Yes."

Others also felt that it was a bit too stuffy, and the clothes that the steward gave were tightly wrapped around their necks. They were pulling on the necks one by one, trying to let the neck breathe.

Ye Nongying looked at what other people were wearing, her brows frowning tighter, "I am such a big person, everyone in my family is safe and peaceful, and I haven't worn filial obedience once. I originally thought that a holiday was nothing, but After putting it on, I also feel that this festival seems a bit unlucky."

Duanmuya didn't say a word, but the hat she wore on her body and her head did not please her.

She has only seen such a dressing on TV.

"I still think it's fun." Fang Ruoxing was different from them. He even turned around and said with joy: "I see others wear it every year. I have never worn it. This year it can be regarded as wearing it. It is the same as ours. The clothes are all different, so interesting."

"..."

Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying were speechless.

Phi Ma Dai Xiao is really not fun to describe.

Duanmu Yawang pointed to the accessories in the box and said, "Are you wearing any accessories?"

"No." Ye Nongying said: "Call the steward. Didn't you say that wearing these things is very particular?"

Fang Ruoxing didn't understand, so he called for the steward.

The steward came over and saw that they were all wearing thick clothes, which was satisfied, and began to teach them how to wear things one by one.

Everyone has the same mask and the same clothes.

After putting it on, Duanmu Yawang frowned and asked, "Well, should I go to the street? Everyone wears the same thing, right?"

"Yes."

The steward nodded, and couldn't help but carefully ordered: "So please stand tightly together, look after each other, and don't separate."

Ye Nongying smiled: "This is fine, even if it is scattered, you can come back anytime under the name of Fang Mansion."

The steward paused for a while before speaking, "Miss Ye said yes, but I still ask everyone to help take care of our lady."

"Just mind, you're so wordy."

Fang Ruoxing feels embarrassed that the steward has been asking people to take care of her, "We just go out to play, how can you make it like we are going out on a hunting adventure."

Well, she wears so much, it's too hot to stand the heat, she couldn't help but urged: "Just take care of it, hurry up, let's go hurry up."

"good."

The steward led a few people out.

Little Bailu didn’t wear something like this either. He felt that the things on his head were really heavy. When Duanmu Yawang was holding them away, he couldn’t help but push the things on his head with his hands, "Heavy and hot, too I don't know how long it will take."

Duanmu Yawang said helplessly: "I knew that the Exile Festival was like this, so I won't let the Lord Fang prepare your share."

"Yes." He can look around in the medical system, and he certainly doesn't need to be so tired.

"Too lazy for you!"

Duanmu Ya looked out of anger.

When he got to the door, the steward couldn't help but keep asking: "Remember not to laugh, don't laugh."

"good."

Duanmu Yawang, Xiao Bailu, and Ye Nongying nodded, feeling okay.

Because it's really hard to laugh when dressed like this.

"Miss?" The steward saw that she didn't answer.

Fang Ruoxing came to be honest, and squeezed his hands anxiously: "I, I'm not sure, I will try my best."

"this……"

Fang Ruoxing's words immediately became sad, and said bitterly: "Miss, you can't do this, you can adjust your mood first before going out."

Fang Ruoxing wanted to speak, Duanmu Yawang said to the steward: "Don't worry, it's okay, we will take care of her."

"good."

Helpless, "Then everyone will be troubled."

After speaking, he let people open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a cold wind came in, and they shuddered before they could react.

"Why is it so cold?"

Duanmu Yawang murmured, then raised her eyes and looked out, she was stunned.