Su Duhan held an umbrella in one hand, looking at the back of the girl in front of him as if he was watching the scenery, but in fact he looked at the back of the girl in front of him, and couldn't say what mood he was in. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For a moment, his eyes caressed his mother's slender arm, and Su Duhan also hesitated whether he had done too much. But the red blood on the hall and the eager eyes in the Su family's old mansion flashed again, and Su Duhan finally made a decision and buried those children deep in his heart.

The country and the beauty are like fish and bear's paws, since they can't have both, those who give up fish and take bear's paws are also.

What's more, when he sweeps the world and everything is in his pocket, why can't he include Murong Wei in the harem.

The friendship that has been in business for several years, there must be something wrong that makes Murong Wei's current mind so decisive. Thinking of that cold and lonely eyes, Su Duhan's breath stagnated, and when he thought about it, he seemed to see hatred in Murong Wei's gaze this morning.

It must be that I haven't rested well in the past few days to give birth to such an illusion. Murong Wei blamed him the most, why did he hate because of love.

The girl's psychology still needs to be pondered in order to firmly subdue her. Thinking of this, Su Duhan's gaze swept over the tassel that followed behind Murong Wei.

If you want to take down the master, let's spend some effort on the minions first, and make some roundabout tactics.

Su Duhan despised his calculations on the one hand, and on the other hand, he made up his mind to take action as soon as possible.

It's a pity that my father died at this time, and I had to keep a three-year filial piety period. Otherwise, he could also encourage his mother to grab Murong Wei in his hands first.

Could it be that now that she can't ask for marriage, she can only forcibly pick this flower, so that she will die to herself? Su Duhan was startled by the thought that suddenly came to his mind, his fingers trembled slightly, and a few strings of cold raindrops fell down the umbrella, all falling into his neck.

Wen Wan walked behind Chu Zhaohui, holding a bamboo umbrella painted with a large ink lotus, walking and watching, relaxed and calm. Seeing the flowers and branches in front of her, she picked a half-opened Qionghua casually and asked the palace hairpin to be in her hair.

Still wearing a filial piety dress with white chrysanthemum patterns on a blue background, the gentle black hair lined with snow-white Qionghua, not abrupt, but a little more beautiful, lining the eyebrows and eyes more clear.

A girl took the makeup mirror she carried with her and asked her to look at it. In the mirror, the light clothes and light makeup reflected the face of Qing Shui Hibiscus, Wen Wan was very satisfied, so she called her mother lightly and asked her to see her dress, thus stopping Chu Zhaohui's footsteps.

Mother stopped, Su Duhan was thinking about it, but she didn't notice it at all. As usual, he walked forward with an umbrella, but left Chu Zhaohui outside.

Wen Wan sighed, walked a few steps to hold an umbrella to cover Chu Zhaohui from the rain, Chu Zhaohui called his son again, and Su Duhan woke up and stopped.

"What did the son of the world think so distractedly, that I didn't even notice when I called my mother"? The gentle and delicate chuckle was full of concern, and there was no accusation. The tone was like a calm lake, without half a ripple.

Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin, who were at the forefront, also stopped their steps and looked back at each other, revealing puzzled expressions.

Su Duhan was a little embarrassed, strode back to cover her mother from the rain, and said, "The few Qionghua in front of me are bright, I don't want to be stupid, but my mother is cold?" ”

The son walked beside him, but he was so soulless. Chu Zhaohui was displeased for a while, looking at his emaciated figure but reluctant to blame, he only shook his head slightly.

Wen Wan just walked diagonally behind Chu Zhaohui, and from her point of view, Su Duhan's eyes and worries about Murong Wei all fell on her.

When thinking about an important matter, Su Duhan often unconsciously tilted his head to the side, which was a habit that even he didn't know.

In his previous life, Wen Wan saw him calculating others countless times, and when he wanted to dig up the treasure of Yuping Mountain from himself, Su Duhan would always unconsciously reveal such a form.

In this world, water and fire are incompatible, Wen Wan has long been secretly careful, paying attention to Su Duhan's movements.

Seeing him looking at Murong Wei at this moment, and with such a look, Wen Wan was afraid that Murong Wei would suffer, so she reminded her by folding flowers, so that she could deal with it carefully.

Mingzhu naturally rounded the field for Chu Zhaohui and Su Duhan, and instructed the little girl to break off the few Qionghua that Su Duhan pointed out and send them back to his room, telling him to keep them for a reward.

The group walked forward again and continued to walk along the path around the lake in the park.

Xia Yuzhi walked at the end, looking at Fang Cai's scene and frowning deeply.

The turmoil hidden in the calm is already turbulent, except for Mrs. Anguo, who knows nothing, everyone else is probably already a soldier.

Some things are like this rain in the sky, now obscured by the mist, and they don't know when they will be unable to hold on, and they all turn into a downpour, which is unavoidable.

The palace servants didn't know the seven meat and eight vegetables between the masters, and they all followed behind them, enjoying the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River together, and quietly admiring the fragrant and fragrant Qionghua in full bloom of a tree. lest they disturb their master Yaxing, and each of them lowered their voices very low, and occasionally suppressed laughter came out, but it also disappeared in a flash.

Murong Wei gestured to Wen Wan and thanked her for the reminder. I had fun for a while, picked up a few strings of beautiful flowers, asked the tassels to be put away, and said that they would be dried and made into bookmarks and placed on the case after returning to Beijing, which was also an elegant matter.

Tassel responded with a smile, took the Qionghua in Murong Wei's hand, and handed it over to the other palace people. I folded the tender willows on the shore to make a flower basket, and then carefully collected the Qionghua inside.

Goose yellow twigs, green willow leaves, braided flower baskets are very beautiful. Xia Lanxin saw it rare, so she ordered the tassel to weave another one, and she also folded a few Qionghua and put it in it, and handed it to Xiaoluo.

Turning around and glancing at Xiaoluo, Xia Lanxin felt a little sorry for herself: "What kind of girl is Youdao, what kind of master is there, but I think I am not stupider than Ah Wei, how can you be worse than a tassel?" ”

Xiaoluo knew that the master was joking, so he didn't think it was wrong, and said with a rhetorical smile: "Who doesn't know that the tassel is skillful and carries the beam next to the princess?" The county lord is sincere, which pot is not opened, and it is necessary to arrange two sentences of slaves and maids to be happy. ”

Xiao Luo was angry, raised the flower basket in his hand, and smiled at the tassel: "When the girl makes the flower stick, you have to tell the slave and maid, and follow to learn." That is, I can't make a flower basket, if I can't make a flower stick, I will probably have to punish all the flowers, Sister Yingluo, don't you say? ”

Perennial with the master walking in the Bright Wei Palace, Xiaoluo and these big palace maids are familiar with each other. She is the most compatible with the red bean, followed by Yingluo, because the tassel is often on the score, Xiaoluo is not very cordial with her, and the words have a sense of irony.

Tassel didn't know that Mama Luo had the heart to punish her, even if Xiaoluo's tone was sour, it was she who had a face in front of her master, and said with a slight smile: "The girl said that she was laughing, just go to study another day, and the slave didn't dare to hide it." ”

A few girls are delicate and beautiful. I am used to the brocade clothes and jade food by the master's side, and there is a man who does not know how to return on the long way back, regardless of the simplicity of Wei and Jin, it is to occasionally mix a few words, and there are also some years of quiet An Xian. (To be continued.) )