Early the next morning, there was a happy news in Chang'an City, I heard that nearly 30 restaurants in the city had received a painting, what kind of painting was it?

It is said that it is the spring of the prince of the dynasty and the second lady of Mofu-go

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In just three hours, the news spread throughout Chang'an City, and some people even privately offered money to buy the picture.

Putting the last peanut into her mouth, she took a sip of tea and patted the peanut crumbs on her fingertips in a good mood.

In this way, Mo Qingying's reputation was completely ruined, and Song Haotian could only marry Mo Qingying in order to settle the matter.

Speaking of which, she helped them out, if not in this way that ruined their reputation.

Standing up, she glanced downstairs at the passionate, spitting storytellers, and the preoccupied people, and she curled the corners of her mouth and let out a hint of sarcasm.

Out of the teahouse, she walked straight to Lin'an Street.

Seeing the visitor, Liu Shu hurriedly put down the work in his hand and greeted him: "Miss." ”

The busy servants in the front hall also echoed and called respectfully.

She smiled slightly, and responded to them.

"Uncle Liu, leave me some of the peach blossoms that will be sent tomorrow. She said softly, seeing that Liu Shu was about to pour herself tea, she hurriedly raised her hand to stop him.

When she was in the teahouse, she had already drunk enough.

Liu Shu put the teapot back and said yes. Seeing her tap her fingers on the table for a while, staring ahead in a daze, I don't know what to think.

He carefully considered his words and asked carefully, "What is on the mind of the young lady?"

When her thoughts returned, she pinched her eyebrows, and when she thought of Sheng Xiaohou's coming, she had a headache.

"Uncle Liu, you go to the wine cellar and bring a jar of medicinal wine. ”

Liu Shu glanced at her worriedly, and without asking, he hurriedly went to the wine cellar and brought a jar of good medicinal wine.

Finally, the apprehension in his heart made him impatient to ask: "What is Miss doing with this medicinal wine?"

glanced at the jar of medicinal wine on the table, her eyes turned to Liu Shu's body, she spit out a mouthful of turbidity, and said unhurriedly: "I offended people yesterday, and today I will take the jar of wine to the door to make amends." ”

Seeing Liu Shu's gloomy appearance, she knew that he was thinking about things seriously, so she stood up, picked up the jar of medicinal wine, and smiled: "Uncle Liu relax, it's just a trivial matter." ”

As soon as these words came out, Liu Shufei was not relieved, but there was a little more solemnity between his eyebrows.

Before Shen Qingyu left, he thought about it for a while, but still asked more uneasily.

"Miss, who has you offended?"

She turned around helplessly, looked at Liu Shu with a sad face and worried eyes, and then told me about yesterday's events.

Knowing that the person offended was Sheng Xiaohouye, Liu Shu had a bottom in his heart.

Here, Sheng Xiaohou was drinking with his unlucky cousin in the quadrangular pavilion in the courtyard.

Every time Sheng Xiaohou was in a bad mood, it was always Song Zhiyuan who suffered.

After three rounds of drinking, Song Zhiyuan had already been defeated, but Sheng Jingchen was still drinking one after another.

"I said Jingchen, what's wrong with you?" he saw that he had drunk so much, and he was not the slightest drunk, and he was really a wine jar.

Sheng Jingchen didn't lift his eyelids, but poured a glass of wine silently, and drank a glass of wine, as if he was not happy enough, so he directly picked up the wine jar and drank it.

Song Zhiyuan shrugged his shoulders boringly, calling you fucking troublesome.

"The sick beauty is the most unconscionable in the world, the master is so good to her, but she wants to draw a line with the master. Sheng Jingchen said sulkingly, raising his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth.

Smelling the signs, Song Zhiyuan seemed to understand something, and dared to love this time because of that Miss Nianchu, who was really evil.

When I was about to tell him that there is no grass at the end of the world, why bother to love a flower, Uncle Wang walked in excitedly.

"Little Hou Ye, Miss Mo...... Miss Mo is here. ”

Ink...... The sick beauty is coming? Sheng Xiaohou's depressed eyes suddenly shone with the sun, and even his spirit and spirit were full of twelve points.

"Quick, let her in. ”

Seeing that his cousin looked like he was returning to the earth in spring, Song Zhiyuan choked back again when the words came to his mouth.

In the middle of the night, Uncle Wang led a woman into the inner courtyard.

The woman wore a goose yellow skirt and simply tied her hair in a bun, and the breeze blew through it, making the broken hair of her sideburns a little messy, and the weak sunlight penetrated the layers of interlaced leaves mottled and fell on her lightened and powdered complexion.

It is as elegant and beautiful as an epiphany, but it is invisibly amazing.

His gaze seemed to be completely glued to her, so much so that he didn't notice that the flask in his hand had poured out.

Song Zhiyuan was not as exaggerated as him, seeing his cousin staring at the girl in a daze, he glanced at him speechlessly, and kicked it over.

When he came back to his senses, Sheng Xiaohou realized that the poured wine wet his clothes, and put down the wine cup in his hand, he coughed lightly, which meant to hide his embarrassment at the moment.

"Why are you here?"

His eyes met, his eyes were a little erratic, and she looked him up and down with a smile: "Are you sure you don't go and change your clothes first?"

Exposing it on the spot is really embarrassing!

Seeing his cousin's loveless expression, Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but hold back a laugh.

Damn, Song Zhiyuan dared to laugh at him?

He swept over with a warning look, and Song Zhiyuan looked away, so he suppressed it.

After the extremely embarrassed Sheng Xiaohou Ye slipped away to change his clothes, only Shen Qingyu and Song Zhiyuan were left in this pavilion.

"Miss Nianchu can't come, this king is going to be tossed to death by him. Song Zhiyuan said casually.

Placing the medicinal wine she brought on the stone table, she sat down and smiled at him silently.

Song Zhiyuan touched his nose and continued to assist: "The previous month, the king called Jingchen to drink flower wine, guess what?"

"How?" She smiled inwardly.

He even told the king that he had taken a fancy to a girl and planned to guard her like a jade. ”

As he spoke, his eyes fell on her without blinking, but he was disappointed.

I saw an ordinary smile on her face: "The prince has time to persuade the little marquis, this flower, that there is a floral fragrance?"

Song Zhiyuan choked when he boarded, and he didn't know how to pick her up for a while.

Cousin, cousin, cousin did his best............

At this time, Sheng Xiaohou, who had changed into clean clothes, finally came back.

But how did he feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him?

"Isn't there anything important for Cousin Zhiyuan?" he looked lightly at his cousin, who had no eyesight.

Song Zhiyuan scolded secretly in his heart, this stinky boy knew to look for him when he was drinking, but now he is rushing people, what a white-eyed wolf.

But for the sake of his cousin's long road to chasing his wife, he put up with him once.

"Yes, thanks to my cousin's reminder, otherwise this king really wouldn't remember anything at all. ”

He patted his head in annoyance, said goodbye to the two, and hurried away.

The surrounding air was silent for a long time, until a gust of wind came, and Sheng Xiaohou asked in a hesitant manner, "Sick beauty, why are you here?"

She glanced at him, and heard that he meant to have completely forgotten what had happened yesterday?

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