It wasn't until the time was almost over that the first dream barely walked out of the sadness of parting, and walked towards Fuxuan's house with the burden on his back. The maids of the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info the stove room sent a long distance, until the forbidden area waved goodbye, they were also reluctant, the first dream used to lead a group of people to turn evil into good fortune, and had already established prestige among the people, and now she has lost her, how can it be good to have someone to bully in the future.

When I was young, the first dream walked into the Fuxuan housing estate, but was immediately shaken by the cold air that came to my face, and then I thought about it, Fuxuan was added because of the ban, and the maids were removed from the service, and the desertion in the housing garden was also very common, but the falling flowers in the garden were carefully cleaned, swept in the bamboo basket on the side, and the road also showed the delicate love of the owner.

"Childe?" "Childe?" the first dream leaned inside, but it was even colder inside, and the temperature was completely different from the temperature under the scorching sun outside.

The first dream walked through the outer hall to the inner room, and said tentatively as he walked: "Childe, the first dream is here." Only her delicate voice echoed through the vast room. Chu Meng was familiar with the structure and furnishings of the inner room while walking, and unlike the study she had been to before, the ornaments here had more real interest in life, exuding a unique vision and a good realm everywhere. Chu Meng's eyes fell on a wood carving mechanism on the wooden case against the wall, and he couldn't help but smile, it was the same as what she played in the palace when she was in Xianbei, it was a gift from Duan Ran who came back when he went to Jindi.

As the scorching smell of patchouli became deeper and deeper, I dreamed of Fu Xuan, who was leaning on the soft collapse of the bedroom and reading a book, accompanied by the fairy mist in the lotus ancient jade incense burner.

"Childe, the first dream is here. Chu Meng was confident that he hadn't heard the first few words, but he had to say it again.

Fu Xuan was still looking at the book with a cold face, as cold as the air in this room.

Seeing this, the first dream took off the burden on his shoulders, stepped forward quietly, sat down quietly on the soft side of Fu Xuan, and silently accompanied him.

"Go and eat the food. Fu Xuan said coldly, still looking at the book intently, as if she had changed as a person, and the enthusiasm she had when she had intersected in the past was as absent as a dream from another world.

Chu Meng followed the "those" he said and searched around, and there was a table on the table opposite the soft collapse of the bedroom, each of which was covered with delicate silver clasps. It dawned on her that she was busy tidying up at noon, and was called to serve the food, but she forgot to use lunch. Chu Meng got up and glanced at Fu Xuan, and saw that he was still staring in the book with a cold face, and there were no new words, so he had to sit in front of the dish and lightly open the silver lid, but found that this was Fu Xuan's lunch, and the crab roe lion head was still the jade plate that Chu Meng had decorated earlier, and he had ingeniously placed half a red cherry inlaid with agate on it.

When I first dreamed of this, how dare I move chopsticks, so I only asked: "Childe...... Didn't you have lunch?"

After waiting for a long time, Fu Xuan did not answer anything.

"The first dream and the son went to warm up. Chu Meng said that he would put the plate on the wooden case, pick it up and leave.

"Sit down. Dine. ”

"Yes......" Chu Meng glanced at Fu Xuan timidly, retracted his steps, and had to obediently set up the dishes again, and did not dare to fall when he lifted the jade chopstick.

"After eating, I went to the side house to clean up and settle down, and came to my house after settling down. "The bereavement has never raised his eyes to look at the first dream.

"Yes......"

The scorching sun outside the house gradually faded the fire wheels, and there was no light outside the house, and the few scattered fire candles in the house seemed even colder in terms of light and temperature. Fortunately, the food of Chumeng was still warm for some reason, and she didn't eat too clearly, but in this atmosphere, it was impossible to eat well, so she just picked up a few mouthfuls of rice to make a stomach and said, "Childe, I've eaten well." ”

Fu Xuan finally glanced at her, although he still said lightly with an expressionless face: "The soup hasn't been drunk yet." ”

Chu Meng gently echoed "oh", to open the lid of the cup, not surprisingly it is the Hu Ge Angelica soup cooked for the owners of today's stove, and this one looks a little strange, the soup color is not as golden and clear as another cup, and there seems to be a pile of cotton wool at the bottom. Chu Meng took the soup spoon and stirred it, and took out a spoonful, which was originally a broken naan cake and inserted it into the soup! Chu Meng was surprised in her heart, this way of eating was taught to her by the elders of Xianbei, how did Fu Xuan know about it? Could it be that this is also a temptation?

Seeing her hesitating, Fu Xuan said, "I heard that you taught Fangxun to eat naan like this before, so I concocted it in the same way." Then his eyes were fixed on the book, but he stared at it for half an hour without turning a page.

Chu Meng lowered her head, embarrassed like a child who had done something wrong, her face was flushed like the rising sun, and she could only hear her tinkling the jade plate and cup to cover up the embarrassing situation, and only after a while did she whisper back: "Childe has a heart." ”

Chu Meng finally ran out of food, and hurriedly fled from Fu Xuan, she didn't know why Fu Xuan was cold to her overnight as if she had changed a person, if so, why did she invite her to come to her house to do things? Chu Meng thought about it, and went to the water tank in the garden to wash the dishes that had been cleaned up, and put them in a place to avoid ashes to dry, and then went back to the house to salute Fu Xuan, and took the burden to go to the side room to tidy up and settle.

This side room is as big as the whole stove room and the maidservant room, and when I first pushed the door and entered, I was also shocked.

The room is very well lit and ventilated, and the temperature is also suitably warm. The mullioned window is replaced with a pure white new yarn, not turbid, there is a wooden case under the window, and the iris incense is being sent from the white jade carving furnace, and the heart is warm and warm. There are a few dressing and storage compartments on the left side of the table, the first dream opened a look, there has been a precious rouge eyebrow powder in it, just this rouge will be divided into red, crimson, silk, red, cinnabar, red, silver red, the first dream used to be in Xianbei when thousands of favors in one, what kind of rare rouge has not been seen, but this batch of rouge is also the first time to see, although the same is taken from the red and blue flowers, but it has sprouted such a process to refine different colors, and can not help but be amazed, and then know that this grooming grid should be a rare treasure of all kinds of exquisite. In the other part of the room, opposite the window, there was a plaque, and the daylight before dusk was slowly moving away from the satin brocade quilt. The futon was sunburned in the afternoon through the window sun, it was the time of spraying incense, and a folded new robe was placed on the couch, which was a beautifully embroidered pale dawn woven cloud brocade begonia case robe, the begonia flowers were lifelike on the top, and the style was also similar to the one that Fu Xuan sent to the stove room to shop for the maids to pick, which should be the fashionable for the women and children in the city outside Jianye. Chu Meng first gently touched the robe with his palm, and brushed it onto the surface of the futon underneath, the water satin was so soft. She put away her new clothes and put them aside, sat on the bed, leaned down slowly, sniffed the fragrance of the sun, and then quietly closed her eyes, letting the soft mattress cover all her sorrows and worries.

It can be seen that this room is very well prepared, and every detail is carefully considered. Chu Meng has been walking around the house for the past few days, and she also knows that the peach branch that she has taken the place should not need this mattress, this fragrance, and this fat powder, not to mention the peach branch, I am afraid that even Miss Weizhen has never used rouge with such a complete color sequence.

What is Fu Xuan's heart for her?

Chumeng closed her eyes, the window lattice was wide open and sent into the evening breeze, the warm house to the sun made her sweat slightly, a gust of wind blew it was cool, Chumeng lay on the collapse, although she knew that there was still a burden to tidy up, but she didn't want to get up, it wasn't lazy, so when she lay on this soft mattress, she had already taken off her disguise for days, stealing a breath for a while, and together, deception and guilt, calculation and conspiracy, the homeland and the enemy, came to find her again.