Rong Xijue looked up at Qingqing Washe, not knowing how to answer Mei Xiang's question, and there was tenderness in her blue eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yuanting Yuezhi, Lang Jun is like jade, and his face is like a god......

After Mei Xiang lost her mind for a while, she suddenly thought of the description of the slave who came back from Jingli: "I heard that Emperor Fenghe was born like a god like Erlang, but the charm of his body is difficult to describe in the language of the world, and the eyeballs are also different, and for some reason they have a blue ......."

Mei Xiang still remembers that she listened to it at the time, so strange, and thought in her heart, isn't it like a monster if she is born with blue eyes?

But now facing the people in front of her and feeling the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, she knows that some people's eyes, about any color, will be extremely beautiful.

"This place is—your girl's boudoir?"

After being separated for too long, Rong Xijue suddenly gave birth to infinite intimacy, longing for her traces, and wanted to go inside to take a look, and his eyes fell on the corridor of Qingtiao Stone.

When he said the four words of your girl, his tone unconsciously carried a very intimate tone, as if it was her name.

Mei Xiang came back to her senses suddenly, her lips trembled, and she asked in disbelief, "Honorable driver...... You...... Are you?"

Rong Xijue's face was calm and nodded slowly at her.

Mei Xiang was shocked, and immediately threw herself on the ground, saying: "The slave has seen ......"

Rong Xijue raised her hand to stop her words, and said, "Your master is still in the world, but I can't find it for a while, so I need you to think about it carefully." ”

With that, he stepped into the courtyard gate.

He has an innate otherworldly aura and is the best famous thorn in his own right.

Mei Xiang had no doubts, and when she heard that the girl was still alive, she was so happy that she didn't know what to do, and she shook her head before she knew that she would chase it in.

The garden is not big, but the pavilions and pavilions are staggered, the curved pond is connected, the bluestone bridge that only allows one person to cross lies quietly on the blue and secluded pool water, elegant and interesting, the rockery stacked by the bridge embraces a grass pavilion, Rong Xijue sees it at a glance, and the scene of Ling makeup smiling and feeding the fish appears in front of him.

She mentioned this scene to him.

Take a closer look at this garden, every paragraph is attentive, step by step is the scene, there seems to be an artificial karst cave under the rockery, the summer also reveals the coolness of the forest, the servants who dry the books and dry things are busy for a while, and they do not feel that they go to the mouth of the cave to wipe the sweat and enjoy the coolness, the shape is very leisurely.

Because there is no master to serve in the old house, the work of the subordinates is usually relatively light, but to keep the garden clean and serve flowers and grass, so it is naturally more casual than elsewhere.

When Mei Xiang saw it, she was busy scolding, but Rong Xijue raised her hand to stop.

In the courtyard, on a cobblestone floor with gossip patterns that can see the sun, there are many benches, and on top of them are bamboo beds, on which many books, sachets and handkerchiefs are dried.

Rong Xijue walked over and picked up a handkerchief to look at.

There is a thrush bird on the top embroidered on the plum, the embroiderer is obviously naïve and clumsy, but it has its own unique ingenuity.

When he saw it, his heart jumped, and the small silk handkerchief weighed more than a thousand gold in his hand.

When the servants saw such a handsome young man breaking into the boudoir of the late queen, they should have scolded him, but they couldn't move their eyes or legs, and they couldn't react at all.

Mei Xiang stroked her heart and stood behind to explain: "The slave maid remembers that this handkerchief was embroidered by the girl when she was ten years old, although the girl always said that she was not good at female work, but in fact, she was ingenious and talented in what she did. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and picked out a few well-made yarns, bowed his head and presented them.

Rong Xijue is connected to his hand, all kinds of colors of yarn, with the best silk thread, some have also faded slightly, obviously are old things, but the patterns are even more numerous, saving plum blossoms, Fang Sheng, a stick of incense, willow leaf pattern......

In the palace, he has naturally seen many masters playing the ropes, but these in his hands are obviously also very attentive, neat and meticulous, and he took them out to give them away, which is also good.

His wife is already ingenious!

Rong Xijue's cheeks showed a rare smile, and his eyes softened even more.

Seeing that he seemed to be nostalgic, Mei Xiang waved his hand and ordered the rest of the people to withdraw.

Rong Xijue wore Ashinabili's civilian robe, a beige thundercloud pattern slim summer robe, hurried to Hangzhou, had no long things, and saw a half-old embroidered dragonfly sachet on the bamboo bed, so he picked it up, tied an ochre-colored silk silk to it, and hung it around his waist.

Mei Xiang looked at it, her eyebrows were crooked, and she was very happy for the girl.

In the past, she married Silk Mansion, and she also saw the appearance of the young master of the Shen family to the girl, the first half of the year was fine, but she was so tired that people were crooked, and the girl was not very happy, and there was a small quarrel in the first three days, and a big quarrel in five days, Mei Xiang had never felt such a deep affection from her uncle.

She thought that what was in front of her was the real uncle, the person who could protect the girl for the rest of her life, looking at him, Mei Xiang couldn't help but wet her eyes.

"In addition to the former residence here, does your master like to live elsewhere?" Rong Xijue took the look of reminiscing about the past and the present, his eyebrows were clear, and he was full of perseverance.

Mei Xiang didn't understand what she meant, and replied from her heart: "Where does the girl like to live...... In addition to his mother's family, it is naturally a family outside Qianlong Town, Lin'an. ”

"Lin'an Qianlong Town?" Rong Xijue's eyes lit up.

Yes, Ling Xiang had also mentioned the mountains and rivers there, but he didn't pay much attention to the place names there for a while.

It is only a hundred miles from Hangzhou to Lin'an, and Rong Chenning can be described as painstaking!

Rong Xijue sighed: "Good plum fragrance!"

When I find your girl, I will thank you very much!

But he didn't say this, and after a look at the twists and turns, the ingenious courtyard, he left suddenly.

Mei Xiang only felt that the figure in front of her moved, but the person who was still standing in front of her disappeared in an instant, like a ghost, frightened and frightened, bowing to the ground and looking at the sky and muttering prayers.

On the way, Rong Xijue just hit a few birds and finches to roast to satisfy hunger, the stream quenched his thirst, and came to Tianmu Creek, but saw that there was no one in Yedu, and a quaint bamboo raft was bolted to the shore stone.

He asked passers-by to drift down from this stream to reach Qianlong Town.

There was no one around, and Rong Xijue couldn't care too much, so he untied the bamboo raft and put himself on it and went down with the stream.

The green mountain farmhouses on both sides of the strait retreated, crossed the beach through the stream, chased the torrent, and the mountain returned to the water, and the bamboo raft rose and fell from time to time due to the water potential, riding the wind and waves, just like his state of mind.

Along the way, I saw Jinfeng Xiuling, cormorant fishing, fish and shrimp playing, the picture was very harmonious, Rong Xijue, who did not believe in gods and Buddhas, also felt that a good omen rose in his heart, but it was useless to know that he was in a hurry, closed his eyes and felt the slightly drunk warm wind, imagined that after receiving her, he set up the head of the boat, just like a boat on the five lakes, and he was free and easy, even if he did not compete with Rong Chenning for the throne, and there was no regret.

Just thinking of Che Jingzhi, who died innocently in vain, Ah Hu who died in the sea, and tens of thousands of sailors, his heart suddenly felt prideful.

Rong Chenning: Let you do whatever it takes, I will take your head! )