After a while, Xiangyuan finally arrived, and the two happened to meet the thin maid who was waiting for Weizhen's meal at the door, and took the dishes to return home, and the three of them said hello a little and went their separate ways. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Chumeng entered the inner room, only to see that although the structure of the house is about the same as Weizhen's house, the furnishings in the house are indeed simple and clear, the soft bed is low, the brocade incense burner, the color is deep, either purple or indigo, Yuncheng looked around, judged that the son had something to leave for a while, it should be very soon to come back, the first dream said: "That is the case, then I will also remove the dishes first, so that the son can come back to eat." Then he knelt down at the table and swung out in the same way.

Yun Cheng came to help at this time, and sat next to Chu Meng together, Chu Meng only smiled and said that there was no need to bother, the two chatted while unloading, chatted a few words, Chu Meng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to Yun Cheng's placket and said: "Sister, the embroidery on the placket is also too beautiful." Isn't it the craftsmanship of Qiao Xinzhai?"

Yun Cheng was praised and blushed slightly, and said, "Wherever the girl says, she is too elevating me, and she embroidered blindly." ”

"I've been thinking about it since I was a child, but it's a pity that my mother has taught me for several years and haven't learned, especially the begonia flowers, which can't be embroidered well, and my hands are very clumsy, so I can only do some rough work to make a living. ”

"Begonias are easy to fiddle with, but peonies are difficult. You wait for me and you see. Yun Cheng said that he went to touch his purse, and gradually froze his smile when he touched it, and exclaimed: "Where is my purse!"

"Shouldn't it be on the road when Fang just came?"

Yun Cheng's face was anxious, his eyebrows and eyes twisted anxiously, and he looked down along the path that came in the house, turning the cushion little by little, and checking the gaps. At the right time, Fang Xun came out of the inner room, dressed in a stone green fragrant cloud gauze crane pattern robe, looked at Yun Cheng's expression, and asked lightly: "What's the matter of panicking?"

The two hurriedly got up and bowed to Fang Xunxing, and said in their first dream: "Hui Gongzi, Sister Yuncheng's purse has been left behind, and she is looking for it." ”

"This house is clear at a glance, and there is nothing to hide, so you should look for it on the path when you come. Fang Xun walked to the front of the desk and glanced at the dishes, the small silver cover on the top was still tightly covered, and then glanced at Chu Meng, who was still kneeling beside the desk with low eyebrows, and said: "The dishes are also unloaded, just wait for the dishes to be collected by Chu Meng here, you go to find the purse bag first." ”

"Get up and serve. After Yun Cheng left, Fang Xunju sat down, lifted the lid one by one, glanced at the dishes, and said, "There are really a lot of dishes today." ”

"Yes. Chu Meng sat on the side of the table, handed over the rhinoceros horn inlaid with gold chopsticks, and said in a sly voice: "Su Zhigongzi's family letter is reported, it is a happy event, and some dishes have been added to the stove room in the house." ”

"Why are you here today, what about the other little girl?" Fang Xun picked up a piece of poultry meat and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Hui Gongzi, I thought about something today, so I changed ...... with the little maid," Chu Meng said and lowered his head shyly.

Fang Xun stared at her face, green and delicate, light red on the top, like hibiscus jade, the blush was dyed from the cheeks to the neck, the neck was as white as snow, the top was fragrant and sweaty as if coated with a layer of cream, and slightly moistened the hem of the high bundle of clothes, and under the careful sniffing, a rose fragrance sent a faint girl's body odor. Fang Xun pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his eyes and continued to eat, the curvature of the corners of his mouth happened to be a bright posture, the pear vortex was deeply drunk, like a peach blossom on a human face smiling in the spring breeze, the first dream glimpsed it with the afterglow, and his heart couldn't help but ripple.

Chu Meng added some wine to the Celadon Lotus Wine Vessel of Fang Xun, and did not speak, just waited quietly beside him.

"No need. No more alcohol tonight. Fang Xun was still eating with his head bored, holding a chopstick in his left hand, and taking the book on the floor with his right hand to read, turning a few pages, and feeling that it was inconvenient to turn over with both hands, so he said: "First dream, help me read it and listen to it." ”

The first dream replied: "Childe...... The first dream is illiterate......"

Fang Xun put down the book, showing his pair of obsidian-like eyes, staring straight into the eyes of Chu Meng, and after a long time, he pursed his lips and laughed, and said: "Illiterate......?

"Alright. If you can't read, you can't read. Fang Xun took a sip of the soup cup, and then returned his gaze to the book, describing it as faint.

Chu Meng replied lightly "yes", and took a jade spoon to slowly season the soup for Fang Xun, Fang Xun saw that the jade arm was hidden in the plain robe, and asked, "Is the injury on the arm better yesterday?"

The first dream replied lightly: "It's much better." He was ashamed to cover his arms, but he appropriately revealed the red hatred on his fingertips, which were stained on the palms of his palms in a patch of rouge, and there were wisps of bruised red scabs in the period. Fang Xun looked at it in his eyes, and looked at the table full of dishes, thinking that she probably brought it alone, and her heavy palms were also red, and she looked at those injuries again, so she said: "The girl wants to plant trees, there are a lot of tools in the house, and you don't need to use your hands." ”

Chu Meng's palm trembled as if he was shocked, and he hurriedly covered it. Fang Xun put down the rhinoceros horn inlay, got up and went to the side of the wooden frame to get something, Chu Meng hurriedly said: "What the son wants, just let the little maid get it." Unexpectedly, Fang Xun had already stepped down in a moment, handed a jade bottle to Chu Meng, and said lightly: "Take it back and wipe it." ”

Chu Meng was a little stunned when she took it, although Fang Xun's speech has always been cold and indifferent, but there is always a sense of majesty hidden, so that she is powerless to parry, the usual intelligence and cleverness are now gone in this small wing house, only stunned: "Gongzi Xie......"

"Childe. Chu Meng put the bottle away, and said again, "Childe said in front of him...... Do you want to talk about planting flowers?"

"If planting flowers costs the cost of broken palms, I'd rather not plant them. Fang Xun tore open a piece of naan, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully, the flour contains a faint malt fragrance, the naan cake has been stored for a long time, a little hard, Fang Xun chewed for a while and still felt that it was difficult to swallow, and couldn't help but move his throat.

"Chu Meng and Childe make a cup of tea. Seeing this, he immediately got up, but asked Fang Xun to raise his arms and pull them back to the soft collapse, and a voice in his ears said, "Sit down." Fang Xun only pulled slightly, but the first dream was delicate, the lower plate was unstable and lost the center of gravity, a light fall, but was falling into Fang Xun's arms, the silk of the fragrant cloud gauze robe brushed over the face only felt soft, such as falling into the cotton wool pile of the Mongolian Plateau in the past, and the placket was faintly filled with the fragrance of Du Ruohua.

"How does Chumeng eat this naan on weekdays?" Fang Xun held Chumeng's back with one hand, as if he was normal. Chu Meng's shoulders were not broad, and the whole person was included in Fang Xun's arms, and at this time, he hurriedly got up and tidied up his appearance, and bowed again and again with a red face.

"Don't talk about those, how do you eat this naan on weekdays?"

Chu Meng squeezed out a smile in a panic, sat beside Fang Xun, and said, "If the son doesn't dislike it, please give the naan cake to the little maid, and the little maid will demonstrate it for the child." ”

Fang Xun didn't hand her the cake, but put it back on the jade plate, as if acquiescing to her. Chu Meng took the cake, Meimu glanced up at Fang Xun slightly, and then chuckled and took the soup cup, lifted the white fingertips to tear off the naan little by little, and gently fell into the soup cup. Chu Meng was fully engaged, his movements were very gentle, revealing a watery gentleness, and Fang Xun condensed the corners of his lips on the side, quietly admiring her low and beating eyelashes and Zhu Dianjiang's red lips.

When he was young, Chu Meng presented the soup cup soaked in broken naan with both hands, raised his eyebrows, and said gently: "Son, please use it." ”

Fang Xun took it, gently stirred the contents of the cup with a jade spoon, the broken naan soaked in the soup was full, white and fat, it looked cute, and scooped up a spoonful to taste, chewed slowly, and said for a while: "It's delicious." ”

"It's good if Childe likes it......" Chu Meng's face also had an innocent smile, and his eyes were full of joy like a praised girl.

Fang Xun looked at the book while eating, and asked, "When you said the art of planting before, did you have any Mingtang?"

"Yes. "The first dream was refreshed again, "The first dream wants to transplant a flower by the garden lake tonight, and the flower was originally planted in the corner of the stove room, and it is also brilliantly flowering, so I thought that since she is so tenacious, she should have a good place." It is said that this flower will be spiritual when it meets the lake, and it will attract different lights, do you want to come and see it tonight?"

"Oh. Good. ”

"Then the first dream will come and call Childe later today?"

"Good. Fang Xun was still staring at the book, cold and indifferent.

Hatsumu tried his best to force a smile, and regardless of whether Fang Xun was interested or not, he should just be willing to come. When he was young, Yun Cheng also came back, carrying a purse full of ash in his hand, with a displeased face, Fang Xun pulled his eyes away from the book, glanced at it, and said, "It's good to find it." "I was in the book again.