Kong Hai stared at Yu Bubble and stared at Lan Xin in a daze. Oh my God, this little face can pinch out the water from the tender ground. If it's a kiss······

Smelling the stench of wine that he emitted with his breath, Lan Xin raised his eyebrows in disgust.

Ouch, this little nose is really beautiful! It's so cute even to be angry! If only you could hold it in your arms and touch it······ Kong Hai was dreaming to himself. Suddenly, I felt a chill in my neck, and a spirit woke up.

Facing Shang Lanxin's eyes as cold as substance, Kong Hai only felt like falling into an ice cave, his eyes were frightened, his tongue was dry, and he had no thoughts. Subconsciously staggered his steps and got out of the way.

Hmph, count your acquaintances as fast as you can, otherwise, you'll stay here forever.

Lan Xin gave him a contemptuous look and walked out.

"Jade girl, jade girl. The lobby steward hurriedly chased after him. Counting nine cold days, but there was a dense layer of sweat on his forehead. Panting, he said in a low voice, "Our shopkeeper is not there, and the little one is not well greeted, and he neglects the jade girl." Please forgive me!"

Lan Xin nodded lightly at him, said hello, and continued to walk forward.

"Jade girl, jade girl!" the steward walked a few steps to her side, and pleaded in a low voice, "Today is a small negligence. Please also ask the jade girl to have a lot, don't worry about the small ones. In this way, the meal was recorded in a small account, and it was considered a small atonement to the girl. ”

Hongxuan raised her eyes and glanced at her girl's face, and said to the steward in a deep voice: "What do you mean by the steward? Do you think that our girl can't even afford to eat a meal?" As she spoke, she took out a stack of silver tickets from her cuffs, the smallest of which was one hundred taels.

"No, no, no. The steward waved his hands in a panic and said in a panic, "That's not what the little one means, the little one······ Small ······ The small ones are actually ·······."

Lan Xin glanced at the eyes of the other people in the lobby, glanced at Hong Silk, who took a silver ticket of one hundred taels and put it on the table, and said in a deep voice: "Man, put it away, don't look for it!"

"Alas, Jade Girl, Jade Girl······" The steward shouted at the backs of Lan Xin's master and servants. Watching Lan Xin and the others walk out of the Drunken Immortal Residence without looking back, he glanced at the silver ticket of one hundred taels lying quietly on the table, and a light of unknown meaning flashed in his eyes.

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The rays of the setting sun shine through the window lattice, inlaying everything in the study with golden borders, bathing the whole study in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the cloisonné enamel hollow incense burner, incense is burning. The hollowed out light smoke sprayed out, the faint, if there is no plum blossom fragrance, makes people feel calm.

Lan Xin sat in front of the bookcase, holding a wolf hair full of ink in his hand, and splashed ink on the paper. In the quiet study, only the rustle of writing can be heard. The long eyelashes cast a shadow on the porcelain-white face, and the red lips like rose petals were pursed.

As the paper on the case gradually increased, Lan Xin's eyes gradually calmed down.

Hongxuan walked around the verandah and hurriedly walked over, looking at Bai Luo who was guarding the door. Glancing worriedly into the study, he asked in a low voice, "The girl has never come out?"

"No!" Bai Luo pursed his lips and shook his head worriedly, "Sister Hongxuan, what happened to the girl when she went out today to make the girl so angry? ”

"The girl is measured, you don't have to worry too much. Hongxuan patted her hand and comforted her softly, "Why are your hands so cold?" He handed his hand stove to her, "I'll leave it here, you can go back." ”

"Thank you, Sister Hongxuan. Bai Luo was not polite to Hongxuan, sucked the cold red nose, hugged the hand stove that Hongxuan stuffed for her, and turned to leave.

Hongxuan knocked softly on the door of the study. "Come in!" Lan Xin's calm voice came out, and Hongxuan gently pushed the door and walked in.

"What's the matter?" Lan Xin didn't look up, waved the wolf in his hand, and asked softly.

Hongxuan raised her foot gently, carefully avoiding the paper on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Girl, Young Master Lu is back, and he is now drinking tea in the warm hall." ”

"Oh?" Lan Xin raised his head, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and asked with a smile, "Did he tell me, when did he arrive in Jiangzhou?"

Seeing that her girl finally had a smile on her face, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled, and she said with a smile: "Young Master Lu arrived in Jiangzhou this afternoon. After freshening up, I came over non-stop. ”

"Hehe, this fool, what are you doing in such a hurry?" complained on his lips, but his heart was as sweet as honey. "Oh, my words!" looked down, and a cloud of ink fell onto the paper, and the whole piece of paper was wasted.

Lan Xin put down the pen in his hand, and threw the paper together without caring and throwing it on the ground. Pointing to the paper on the ground, he commanded, "Bring them all." He picked up the tea next to him and took a sip gently, only to find that the tea had been cooled. She frowned slightly, but swallowed the tea in her mouth.

Red Silk pulled out the brazier from the corner, picked up the paper on the ground, and prepared to burn it. Looking at the words on the paper, Hongxuan was shocked and almost threw away the paper in her hand. The paper is full of the word "Jing", but all of them are sharp and full of murderous aura.

Hongxuan sighed in her heart, although the girl was calm on her face, she was actually murderous in her heart. I just don't know who this murderous aura is aimed at. Gradually, the murderous aura on the paper became weaker and weaker. But Hongxuan understands that it is not that the girl has no murderous intent, but that the killing intent is better hidden.

Lan Xin looked at the slender figure at the door of the warm hall, and couldn't help but speed up her pace. He smiled and said, "Why are you standing here? It's cold outside." ”

The corners of Lu Zhendong's mouth pulled out a knowing smile, walked a few steps to meet him, naturally took Lan Xin's hand, and asked with a smile: "It's so cold, why don't you take a hand stove?"

Lan Xin smiled and said, "It's only a few steps away, where is there so much trouble?" She wouldn't admit that she was in a hurry and forgot to bring it.

"You!" Lu Zhendong shook his head dotingly, but the temperature on her hands was not very cold, so she didn't say much.

After entering the house, Lan Xin sat next to Lu Zhendong on the big pit near the window. Outside the window, a large field of red plums swayed gently in the cold wind. The two people in the room looked at each other tenderly and affectionately.