Chapter Ninety-Seven: Falling Flowers and Colors
"Ma'am, please come here." The housekeeper led Luo Rao, who had just arrived in Yichuan County, and his party into the house, "You and this son live in the East Garden, and the south wing is reserved for the servants." ”
"A room?" Luo Rao thought that there were several wings in the East Garden, but there was only one room when she opened the door.
"There are no other rooms in the East Garden?"
"Yes, because it was said that it was husband and wife, the old slave only cleaned one room." The housekeeper lowered his head, his heart was uneasy, the person who came was richly dressed, the woman was beautiful, and the manhood was extraordinary, I don't know what the identity is, don't offend it, "The old slave immediately sent someone to clean another room." ”
In order not to be conspicuous, the old house bought by Yao Yan is not large, and in order to create the illusion of no one living in it, except for the living garden and kitchen, nothing else has been cleaned.
Baili Mocen frowned slightly, the cold qi in his body was suppressed by the Flame Grass, it shouldn't have an impact on Luo'er, "That's it, it's only a few days." ”
"Gongzi Xie." The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, this son was as elegant as an immortal, but he was very tolerant, "The old slave didn't disturb the son and his wife to rest." The old slave's surname is Li, and if there is anything in the future, just ask him. ”
Luo Rao didn't know what he was thinking, and when she heard him sigh, she just didn't want to live with her, so she glared at him with a little dissatisfaction, but was shocked by the title of the housekeeper.
'Madam', everyone still calls her a princess in the house, and the two of them sleep separately, and they don't have the real feeling of marrying Baili, "Liangjing, he calls me Madame!" Luo Rao held her face in her hands and excitedly called herself 'I'.
"Yes, yes, ma'am." Liangjing was busy putting the clothes into the closet one by one, and he was accustomed to the sudden shyness of his princess, in short, except for the national teacher, there was no one else in the eyes of the princess. I guess I'm going to find someone soon.
Luo Rao heard the perfunctory scene, pursed her lips, and looked around the room, although the area is not large, but the wood is excellent, the furnishings are exquisite, and it used to be a rich and noble family in the village, "Huh? What about 100 miles? ”
Look, she'll know. "The national teacher went out with the housekeeper." Liangjing put away the last long dress and covered the wardrobe, but there was no movement behind him, "Princess? ”
The wheelchair was quietly placed in front of the bed, and the person had long since disappeared.
This house is deserted, where can I go for a hundred miles? When she came, there was no scenery to enjoy nearby, and Luo Rao was swaying on the bluestone road alone, "Ah, Steward Li." "Speaking of which, Liangjing said that Baili went out with the housekeeper.
Steward Li was quite surprised to see her, "Madam, your legs are ......."
"It's not that you can't go, it's just that it's inconvenient." Luo Rao was extremely satisfied with his title, and asked with a smile: "Does the housekeeper know where my husband has gone?" I searched for a long time but I didn't see it. ”
"Mr. Mo is in the back mountain, he specially asked the old slave where there are peach blossoms, and he seems to want to show it to his wife."
Want to show her? Thinking of the words of the carriage hundreds of miles before, Luo Rao's heart couldn't help but jump with joy, and the smile on her face was extremely gentle and polite, "Thank you, Steward Li." ”
"Madame is gracious." Steward Li looked at Luo Rao's back and sighed secretly, he had lived for fifty years, and it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful person, and he laughed as if he was going to hook his soul.
The back mountain is said to be a mountain, but in fact it is just a slightly tall dirt slope, and only a dirt road that has been stepped out leads to the top of the mountain. Luo Rao walked a little cautiously, although the wound had healed, but she hadn't left for a long time, she was always afraid that it would hurt if she tried hard, and Wen Yu also told her not to be reluctant. Now it seems that it is better to walk more, and it will not be good to fall into hidden dangers in the future.
"Husband, are you there?" I didn't see anyone all the way, and finally reached the top of the mountain, bowing my head slightly, and my eyes were full of pink. The peach blossoms that should have fallen in April are in full bloom here, delicate and beautiful.
Paradise? Luo Rao looked a little stupid, forgetting that she had come from a hundred miles, scattered her long hair, threw off her water sleeves, moved lightly in the lotus step, and danced the 'Phoenix Dance Nine Days' in the petals in the sky, but before she turned to the third circle, her ankles were unable to exert her strength.
"The foot injury hasn't healed, why don't you let Liangjing accompany you?" When Luo Rao danced, Baili Mocen stood behind the peach tree not far away, watching her spin lightly, giving him the illusion that she was still the same as before. saw that her feet suddenly weakened, so she rushed out to catch the person who was about to fall.
Luo Rao was surprised and threw herself into the arms of the person, "Husband! It's so beautiful here! The apricot eyes were shining, completely forgetting that he almost fell down a second ago, "Let's build a separate courtyard here in the future and live in seclusion together!" ”
Baili Mocen took off the petals between her hair, and straightened out the messy hair, "I'm afraid you won't be tired of living for three days." He plucked the hosta from his hair and tied up her long hair.
His Lo'er was always like a child.
The man's fingertips were cold, and his tone and smile were full of doting, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't agree. Mo Cen, Mo Shen, don't be silent, he is a dragon destined to soar for nine days, how can he succumb to this small county town. It was hard to hide the loss in his drooping eyes, "Forget it, anyway, with your husband, it's good anywhere." I'll go to the front and have a look. ”
Looking at Luo Rao, who was focusing on looking at the flowers in front of him, for a long time, Baili Mocen put Luo Rao's hairpin into his hair, and said softly: "Okay." ”
Unfortunately, the wind blew away his voice and could not reach the ears of those who forced a smile in front of him.