After Mo Sheng raised his head to signal, Liuzhu took off the jade belt with a type of bamboo knots on the surface of the case, put it next to the table, and then slowly unfolded the gorgeous clothes underneath.

"Childe, please look!"

Mo Sheng glanced at the green, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but bend slightly.

The ink-colored placket is embroidered with a few leaves of faint green bamboo, which is indeed elegant and decent.

"Let's put it down! Please thank Lord and Miss Situ for their kindness! ”

Lu Qingchen was still worried about his love for bamboo, but she didn't know why he loved it so much, maybe because of the integrity of bamboo, maybe because of the demeanor of bamboo, or maybe just because of Xu Xiaolan's praise or two.

After dressing up carefully, he put on a newly made wide-sleeved Liuyun long skirt and walked along the crooked canal in the garden in the direction of Mo Sheng.

The wounds on her face had been healed, and she had applied a little fat powder, and the peach blossom noodles were more delicate and lovely than before.

But her face was still covered with a thin veil, and she was still worried that Mo Sheng, who had excellent medical skills, would see any clues.

Although her worries are obviously superfluous, and she may not be so important in Mo Sheng's heart, she still doesn't want Mo Sheng to feel the slightest guilt because of this matter, she knows, Brother Mo, has always been kind-hearted.

The warmth of Jinling City is too strong, even the snow of the city can not withstand the temperature of the wine of this year, and gradually begins to melt, the water of the Qinhuai River quietly introduces the Jingxin Lake of Situ Mansion, and turns into a Juanjuan stream, gurgling at the feet of the light dust.

Hu Qingchen squatted down, took off her veil, and looked at her face against the gentle flow of water, although she had looked carefully in the mirror many times before going out, she was still not at ease, afraid that she would rush all the way and be blown away by the wind.

In the light of the day, a wooden note, along the water, slowly floated over from the direction of Jingxin Lake.

Hu Qingchen was slightly surprised, and reached out to pick it up, it was a small peach board, looking at the style, it should be the leftover edge material of the peach talisman, with a few chic and elegant small words "Murong Qian" written on it

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The corners of Hu Qingchen's mouth hooked up a shallow smile, and he muttered: "Mu-Rong-shallow"

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"Girl, are you calling?"

Behind him, a man's voice suddenly came to mind.

When Hu Qingchen heard this familiar voice, he was taken aback, and immediately put on a veil and stood up with his back to Murong Qian.

"The girl went out without a cloak, and she was playing in the water here on a cold day, and she was not afraid of being frozen!"

His words were full of care, and when he heard it, he didn't feel the slightest care.

"Young Master Lao is worried, and the servant girl is not afraid of the cold by nature!"

Hu Qingchen replied lightly.

Murong Qian smiled slightly: "Oh? This is somewhat similar to Miss Sun! ”

Hu Qingchen was afraid of showing his feet in front of him, and he didn't want to talk to him more: "The son is a distinguished guest invited by Lord Situ, and he was swept by the maidservant when he entered the palace and garden, and he hoped to forgive his sins!" But today's Chinese New Year's Eve banquet, the affairs are complicated, please allow the maid to retire first1 After finishing a word, Hun Qingchen turned around and bowed his head and quickly saluted, and then hurried to leave. "Wait!" Murong Qian called out to Hun Qingchen, "Girl, why do you have to go in such a hurry!" Where are you going, why don't I go with you, or be a flower messenger 1 Hun Qingchen couldn't help but sneer in his heart, he was really a merry ghost who attracted bees and butterflies. "Don't bother the son!" "Huh! Girl! Murong Qian stretched out his hand to block the way of Hun Qingchen, "You see that you cherish my ink treasure so much, even the peach talisman painted by my ghost is tightly held in your hand, I am so loved by the girl, how can I not give the girl a gift1" This is yours? Xun Qingchen looked at the wooden note in his hand and wondered, "Murong Qian is your name?" "Right down there!" Murong gave a slight salute.