"Fourth brother, Weaving Mo has come to disturb you." Tao Zhimo stepped forward with a smile.

Tao Lingyu was inconvenient to get up to greet him, so he just smiled faintly, "It's okay to be casual." He raised his head again to greet Luo Yaosi, and his eyes locked back on his chess game.

After the maid ring and the little girl beside him retreated, Tao Lingyu raised his head, and it was obvious that his attention just now was not on the chess game.

"What, the fourth brother doesn't want me to come?" Tao Zhimo sat down across from him and asked him with his cheeks.

He glanced at the butterfly behind her, "Stand down." ”

Butterfly Fu stepped back, and Tao Zhimo smiled: "Don't worry, fourth brother, butterflies are their own people, just like Twilight Rain." ”

Tao Lingyu sighed lightly, "You know that she is your own person again, you yourself, you must be more vigilant." As he spoke, he slowly stood up on the stone table, "I'm glad you can come, but you know that my mother has never liked you and me being close." ”

"How could I not know," Tao Zhimo helped him, "If I hadn't taken this into account, I would have come to see you a long time ago, and I wish I would have come to find the fourth brother every day." ”

Hearing her say this, Tao Lingyu's originally pale face turned slightly ruddy, and he lowered his eyes and was silent.

His eyelashes are long and thick, but they are straight and drooping, and he always hides a pair of melancholy eyes on weekdays, but now that they are so drooping, a pair of starry eyes are even more lonely.

"Fourth brother, are you in better shape?"

"Much better." Tao Lingyu has always spoken a little slowly, coupled with a somewhat low voice, he always feels a little sad when he speaks, "I know how my body is." When you come back, I will cherish myself more and find a way to take care of you. ”

"Fourth brother, as long as you are well, I will rest assured. I want to make plum blossom tea this time, and when it's ready, I'll give you a few cans! Tao Zhimo said and took the little bamboo blue in Duyu's hand, "If I finish picking all the plum blossoms you have here, don't feel distressed by the fourth brother." ”

He smiled faintly, but there was also a bit of melancholy in Xingliang's eyes, "Pick whatever you want." Even if you pick this plum garden bare, it doesn't matter, as long as you are happy. ”

Luo Yaosi smiled when he heard this: "With your words, we are relieved!" ”

Soon, several people scattered around to pick flowers.

In the plum garden, from time to time there is the laughter of women.

Tao Lingyu sat quietly in front of the chess game, but his mind was no longer on the chess pieces, he raised his eyes and looked at the light-clothed woman under the plum blossom tree, the woman looked up, with an innocent and satisfied smile, holding the basket in one hand, raising her bare hand high, hanging down her sleeves, and □□ a jade arm as white as plum blossoms.

Her innocent face was so deeply imprinted in his mind, and it could never be left behind.

His thoughts couldn't help but drift to that dusk ten years ago.

He was young and weak and was locked up by his mother in a small dark room for three whole days, no matter how much he cried or how noisy it was, his ten thin fingers scratched blood, leaving blood marks on the cold door, he cried hoarsely, but they still refused to let him out.

He lost the fear of darkness at first, only the fear of death, he was thirsty, tired, hungry, until he fainted, and the door did not open.

All he remembered, in a daze, that someone had fed him water. In a trance, he heard something he would never want to know in his life.

In his impression, his father has always been unsmiling, he has never seen him laugh, and he has never seen him fierce, but his voice was really fierce that time.

He was warning his mother, he couldn't hear what he was saying, but he couldn't forget his mother's hysterical words - he was the one who killed my Yu'er!

This sentence only gradually understood him later. He only knew that when he woke up, his mother looked at him indifferently and warned: Don't let me see you playing with that little mongrel in the future, you know?

His face was pale, and he did not dare to answer, she grabbed his weak shoulder, and grabbed his bandaged five fingers with one hand with great force, and she stared at him until the gauze on his fingertips overflowed with red blood, and she said word by word: "If I find out again, I will pull out your nails one by one." He tilted his head to look into his eyes again, "And your beautiful eyes, the most beautiful eyelashes on them, my mother will also pluck them down one by one." ”

He saw in her fierce eyes a tearful and indifferent face reflected, and this childish face nodded.

When he grew up, he looked at his face over and over again, comparing his father over and over again in his mind, and he didn't look like his father either.

Since she returned, he began to have a glimmer of hope in his heart, a hope that violated ethics. This thought grew like a weed in his heart, and he couldn't stop it.

"Fourth brother! Look at my picking! A cheerful smiling face suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was an extremely innocent and lovely face.

He smiled lightly, and his gaze quickly withdrew from the flower basket on the table and landed on her smiling face.

A gust of spring breeze hits, and plum blossoms fall one after another, like snow.

"It's so beautiful!" Tao Zhimo raised his head, spread out his small palms, and caught a few swaying residual plums, "Ah, fourth brother, you see that your head has fallen a lot!" She leaned forward slightly, and reached out to carefully pick up the white flowers that had fallen on his black hair.

"Fourth brother, do I have one on my head?" She lowered her head again, shook her head like a puppy, and there were broken flowers scattered on his dangerous chess game, and the delicate flowers fell on this cold chess piece, which was thrilling.

He finally slowly raised his hand, wanting to gently pick up the falling plum in her hair. However, it was not touchable.

"Weaving foam, you see I've picked so much, right?" Luo Yaosi ran over and placed the flower basket on the table, and he withdrew his hand.

Tao Zhimo still lowered his head, but he turned in a different direction and turned his head towards Luo Yaosi, "Look at whether there are flowers on my head?" Help me get it. ”

"It's nice to leave some flowers, keep it, keep it!" Luo Yaosi didn't care.

"That's good! You come a little too! Tao Zhimo suddenly raised his head, and a pair of big fawn eyes shone with a cunning light. Before Luo Yaosi could react, she suddenly easily grabbed a handful of flowers from her flower basket and threw them out!

"Ahh Luo Yaosi shouted, "You! She gestured to grab a handful of flowers to raise her.

"Don't! I'm wrong! Tao Zhimo hurriedly hid behind Tao Lingyu, "This flower is what you worked so hard to pick one by one, what a waste you have sprinkled!" ”

"That's a lot! I can't run out of them! Luo Yaosi didn't care about this, he grabbed a handful directly, and despite Tao Lingyu blocking it, he still raised it towards her.

This handful of flowers rained down on the hair and shoulders of the two of them. Her hands, clutching her shoulders tightly, she was seeking her own protection, so she hid behind her, he spread his hands, and the wide snow-white sleeved robe blocked half of the flower rain for her.

Later, he always felt that this was the most beautiful moment he had ever spent with her since he grew up.

When it was almost dusk, Tao Zhimo and Luo Yaosi frolicked and left Tingyuxuan, and Duyu followed behind the two with a flower basket, and the flower basket was lightly covered with silk cloth.

"How do you have to make this plum blossom tea?" Luo Yaosi held a freshly folded plum branch in his hand, and there were a few crystal snow plums on it, and the fragrance was extremely light.

Tao Zhimo said with a smile: "This plum blossom tea uses a layer of plum blossom and a layer of tea. First spread a layer of old tea, then a layer of fresh plum blossoms, and so on, and finally the tea leaves and plum blossoms are piled up and covered with a cloth, and placed in a ventilated and cool place to ferment. ”

"It's that simple?" Luo Yaosi was a little unconvinced.

"Of course, it's not enough, after putting it for half a day, then mix the plum blossoms and tea leaves thoroughly. Wait another day, roast the fully fermented plum blossom tea, sieve off the slag, and the plum blossom tea will come out. ”

"It doesn't seem to be that hard." Luo Yao thought about it.

"It's not much more difficult than the medicine you boil on weekdays." Tao Zhimo covered his mouth and smiled, "It's still a lot fragrant." ”

"That's just as well!"

The two of them laughed as they talked, and the figures of the master and servant gradually disappeared from the verandah. At this moment, a woman in gorgeous clothes suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, and she walked out slowly from behind a cluster of peony flowers, staring coldly at the direction of their departure.

"Did you take the ipsi?" Her lips opened softly, and her voice was soft.

"Hmm." The maid ring behind her leaned over slightly, "Miss don't worry." ”

She gritted her teeth, and when she saw Crypto smiling so happily, her heart felt like a pinprick and she wanted to die. She just can't see her good! I can't see her living comfortably!

She is just a concubine, but she is dressed so well, every dress is as delicate as a neon dress and feather coat, and even that pair of small earrings are rare treasures, where did she come from? Why is life so rich! These are no longer things that money can buy.

How can she endure this? She is the concubine, why can she, a lowly concubine, be favored by the prince, why is he unwilling to look at her more? She asked herself, in terms of figure, appearance, status, and talent, none of them had lost to Tao Zhimo, but why didn't he like her! I'd rather like this ungrateful Tao Weaving Mo!

Before Tao Zhimo returned to Xiaoxiao Courtyard, he sneezed twice in a row, and couldn't help muttering, "I don't know who is scolding me!" ”

"It depends on who you've offended!" Luo Yaosi sat down and took a sip of tea.

Tao Zhimo smiled but did not speak.

"Huh? By the way, in addition to flower tea, you can also make rouge gouache? Can you teach me? ”

"Oh? How do you want to learn this? Tao Zhimo felt a little strange.