"What's the matter that makes my sister so unhappy?" A bright voice sounded, and Du Piaoling's gaze suddenly moved and looked behind him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Du Weiwei carried the light on his back, and walked in with a smile in his voice.

Zi Koo's eyesight was excellent, and her movements in her hands were extremely quick, she quickly poured two cups of tea, and then made a shallow bow in the direction of Du Weiwei and stepped back to the side.

Du Piaoling got up and immediately greeted him.

"Sister." With a smile on his face, it is in place.

Du Weiwei's hand was grabbed by Du Piaoling, Du Weiwei's eyes lowered slightly, watching Du Piaoling hold his hand, the smile raised on his lips was meaningful.

"Sister, Piaoling didn't eat anything early in the morning, and I was full just drinking tea at my sister's house~" Du Piaoling's voice was a little sweet, obviously with a coquettish tone, and as he spoke, his eyes glanced at Zikou meaningfully.

Du Weiwei thought about the mirror, he knew what Du Piaoling meant, he must have hoped that he could blame Zikou, his eyes turned slightly, and he pulled Du Piaoling to sit down at the table, Du Weiwei had already picked up a cup of tea and drank it, his eyebrows turned slightly, and he asked softly: "This tea is a new tea grown in the greenhouse of cloth, what do you think?" Without mentioning Zikou, Du Weiwei's tone was particularly kind.

Du Piaoling was stunned for a moment, speechless, Zikou had at least five pots of tea, according to her meaning, each pot of tea was different, and in front of her, this new tea was not drunk by herself.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in his expression, Du Piaoling opened his eyes, touched the tea cup in front of him with his hand, and took a sip extremely uncomfortably.

"It's good."

Du Wei smiled, his eyes raised slightly, and he glanced at Zikou, who understood and immediately retreated out of the front hall.

The slender fingers gently put down the tea cup, Du Weiwei's face gradually sank, but he didn't speak, waiting for Du Piaoling to speak first.

Du Piaoling's hand grabbed the tea cup in front of him, and quietly looked up at Du Weiwei several times, but saw that she was still dressed leisurely, and finally opened her mouth: "Sister, the Fenggu Festival ......"

The last time I entered the palace, I knew that Du Weiwei was injured, but what I wanted to know most in my heart was about the Fenggu Festival.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Du Weiwei stretched out his hand and smoothed the hem of the clothes he was sitting on.

Du Piaoling followed her movements, and then looked at her dress in a little detail.

The large dark gold hem and the cuffs and belts are all bright red embroidery, and the light gold streamers fall from the shoulders.

"Sister, I'm very nervous."

The light words came out, but they were also like a hammer falling on Du Piaoling's heart.

His face flashed with embarrassment, and Du Piaoling said with a smile: "I was in a hurry to leave the palace yesterday, and I didn't have time to visit my sister." Sister's Wounded ...... But better? ”

The hand patting the dress suddenly stopped, Du raised his eyes slightly, the smile overflowed more and more, and then his head slowly approached Du Piaoling, and the voice was close to her ear: "Does my sister hope that my sister is good, or do I hope that my sister is not good?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Du Weiwei noticed that Du Piaoling's body had suddenly frozen, and retreated from her side with a smile, Du Weiwei's eyes drooped and fell on the teacup again.

How could she not know what Du Piaoling was thinking in her heart, if she was injured and couldn't be the Fenggu Heavenly Maiden, I was afraid that she would offer to let her help mention it in front of her aunt, so that she could be the Fenggu Heavenly Maiden.

Raising his hand, he drank all the tea in the teacup, Du Weiwei did not hesitate, and took out a piece of paper that was folded in an orderly manner from his sleeve, the paper was folded in four places, and when it was unfolded, it was already very large, and with a slight wave of his hand, the paper had fallen in front of Du Piaoling.

Picking up the empty teacup and standing up, Du Weiwei had already walked to the stand, and touched the vase placed on it with his hand, his tone was shallow, but it also carried an irresistible meaning.

Du Piaoling's hand picked up the paper, his eyes slid over, and at first glance, his expression was already paused.

"From the queen's concubines to everyone's daughters, all the arrangements for the Fenggu Festival are all on it. Hello to remember. Du Weiwei's hand moved, and he had already touched the pen holder of another colored porcelain from the vase.

Du Piaoling's eyes have changed from the previous pause to a wide open, and every woman on the register has recorded the name of the hundred grains to be enshrined in this Fenggu Festival.

There were a lot of people, but Du Piaoling could only look at it roughly, raised his head suddenly, and asked, "Sister, what should I do?" At a glance, Du Piaoling had already seen his name, and there was nothing.

"This year's Fenggu Festival, your hundred grains are purple taro."

"Purple taro? Why? ”

Looking away from the pen holder, the corners of Du Weiwei's mouth hooked a smile: "There is no reason, when I say purple taro, it is purple taro." You just do it. ”

With his eyes retracted, Du Piaoling lowered his head and finally nodded.

After a long time, there was silence in the room, and Du Wei picked up a pen with great interest and looked at it.

Du Piaoling's mouth opened, but he still couldn't speak.

After another quarter of an hour, Du Piaoling was finally ready to speak and tell Du Weiwei something about Mu Yunjin, but in the next moment, the door of the main hall was slammed open, and an ink-colored figure with wind had already entered the hall.

Du Weiwei's figure was facing away from the door, and the movements in his hands paused very obviously.

"I've seen King Lizun." Du Piaoling had already stood up and bowed to He Xiaofu.

Without saying a word, He Xiao walked straight into the hall and walked straight in the direction of Du Weiwei.

Du Weiwei turned his back to He Xiao, and his body did not move for a long time. It wasn't until I felt a wide hug behind me hug me that my eyes suddenly widened.

He Xiao had already walked behind Du Weiwei, his body was almost attached to Du Weiwei's back, the warm breath had already passed through his left ear, He Xiao's left hand had been raised high, passed through Du Weiwei's side, and picked up a copper pen holder at the highest point of the wooden frame.

Then he withdrew his hand, no longer looking at anyone, and walked straight out of the antechamber.

Du Piaoling didn't move at all. only looked at He Xiao's strange movements, and only said a sentence for a long time: "Sister...... The prince ......"

Du Weiwei's body was still facing away, her eyes were drooping, and the inexplicable disappointment in her heart had made her a little confused.

Taking a deep breath, Du Weiwei turned around, the expression on his face had recovered as before, and he sat down next to Du Piaoling in a spinning step, and his eyes were full of light: "Mu Yunjin, but what is the movement?" ”

Du Piaoling's heart tightened, and he didn't say anything, Du Weiwei knew what he was thinking, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he sank for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth. (To be continued.) )