The Flower Language Partition is a two-storey terrace built on the water, connected to the land by a winding, carved verandah. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because the Shuangjiao Building occupies a small area, it is only the size of the back garden of the Rui Wangfu. The pool where this flower language is located is even smaller, with a radius of only six or seven zhang.

However, the person who designed this scene is ingenious and wins with ingenuity everywhere, so even a burly man like Fuyue walks in the middle of it, and he doesn't feel cramped at all.

At this time, the water on the edge of the verandah had all turned into white and crystal ice, and the moonlight sprinkled on it was even more pearlescent, as if shining on a whole piece of white marble.

Two feet away from the flower language, Fuyue stopped. Seeing this, the old bustard also stopped, and shouted to Hua Yu:

"Xi'e, can you sleep? Here's a handsome boy asking to see him. If you don't see it, Mom and I will send it to the other girls' embroidery room, don't regret it. Childe has a rare good appearance, and he can't draw such a sign in a painting! ”

After speaking, the old bustard squeezed his eyes at Nichuan and whispered, "Childe, go knock on the door!" Say something nice! ”

Ni Chuan's body seemed to freeze, at a loss, and he couldn't take a step with Ben.

Fu Yue turned his head to look at him, remembering that he was probably so nervous when he spent the spring with a woman for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

He gently patted Ni Chuan's shoulder: "Go ahead!" Didn't you run so far just to see her? I'm about to see you, how to retreat! ”

Then he approached Ni Chuan's ear and said, "Show me your brave appearance on the ice rink just now, girls like it!" ”

Surprisingly, after hearing this, Ni Chuan seemed to be even more nervous, and tears appeared in his eyes. He looked at Fuyue, as if he had been wronged by the world, and slowly leaned over, seeing that he was about to plunge into Fuyue's arms......

Fu Yue looked at his eyes, and was shocked, knowing that this was inappropriate, but for some reason, he didn't hide......

Seeing that the two were about to get closer, the old bustard suddenly said loudly beside him: "Ouch, hey, I said this son, seeing that our girl is still like this." This is the son of another family, and he has already pounced like a wolf, how do you know what Sven is? ”

Her cold voice scared Ni Chuan into a tremend. Fu Yue also calmed down instantly, he took a step back and said, "Go, don't leave for my brother, just guard here, don't be nervous." ”

Ni Chuan glanced at Fu Yue deeply, suddenly smiled for no reason, and walked forward with his head down.

As soon as he walked to the steps of Huayu, he saw a piece of red embroidered spring begonia Luopa falling from the top of the second floor, which was falling in front of Ni Chuan's eyes impartially, and a fragrant fragrance came to his nose.

If this is another man, I am afraid that I will subconsciously reach out and catch this handkerchief, either stuff it into my arms, or put it in my nose and lower it to sniff.

But Ni Chuan was also strange, seeing this veil was like seeing something filthy, so frightened that he turned to one side, hid to the side, and let it fall on the steps in disappointment.

At this time, behind the bead curtain on the second floor, the lights flickered, and a voice sounded slowly: "Childe, the slave's handkerchief has fallen, and I can't find it." Have you seen that? ”

This voice is delicate, thin and soft, and at the end of each sentence, the end note is deliberately picked up, which tickles the hearts of obedient people.

It was a man who heard it, but he was afraid that his soul would be hooked a few points, even if he thought that he was determined like Fuyue, his eyes couldn't help but ripple.

"Fell down the steps." Ni Chuan seemed to be immune to this voice, and he couldn't hear a trace of anything strange in his tone, and replied honestly.

"Giggles" a brisk laugh came from upstairs: "Then bother the son to pick it up for the slaves." ”

Ni Chuan's footsteps didn't stop at all: "Naturally, your slave and maid will pick it up for you, how can I do this?" ”

The voice upstairs seems to rarely encounter such a merciless refusal, and is unwilling for a while: "The slave family handkerchief was originally Baotou, but now the handkerchief is not there, this three-foot green silk is helpless, how to make it?" ”

"Childe might as well pick a red plum from the plum tree next to the door, insert it at the head of the slave's bed, and accompany the slave family while accompanying the green silk?"

"Not good." Nikawa's answer was short and crisp. At this time, he had arrived at the door of Huayu, and he raised his hand and patted on the door.

The voice upstairs seemed to be a little disgusted: "Since the son is unwilling to pick up Luopa, and he refuses to pick red plums, he came to knock on the door again, what did he do to provoke the slave family?" ”

"Just have me by your side, what else do you want those Raushs to do!" Ni Chuan's tone was calm, but it made the people upstairs laugh constantly.

I originally thought that Nichuan didn't understand the amorous feelings, but I didn't expect that when he arrived at the door of Huayu, he replied with such an unexpected sentence.

The old bustard was still a little worried before, afraid that Ni Chuan would annoy Xi'e, and the gold he got tonight was going to fly. Looking at this scene now, he was greatly relieved, and whispered: "I didn't see it, this son is a master of flirting at a young age." ”

Fuyue looked at Ni Chuan's back, and was quite surprised, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

At this time, Huayu said breathlessly: "The son has refused the slave family many times, and the slave family wants to let you in like this, but he is also unwilling." ”

"If there is anything unwilling, let me in, and naturally let the girl punish me." Ni Chuan's tone became more and more calm, as if he had already forgotten all the nervousness and youthfulness just now.

"I want the son to rub his shoulders and knead his legs for the slave family!"

"Yes."

"I want the son to wash the green silk for the slave!"

"No problem."

"I also want the son to adjust the fat and powder for the slave family, and paint the eyebrows."

"Then what else are you talking about, so much work, hurry up and open the door!"

Immediately, the door of the flower language opened in response, and an intoxicating red light spilled out, and Ni Chuan's figure disappeared in this beautiful light and shadow in a flash.

Seeing that things were going so smoothly, the bustard smirked smugly. She turned her head to glance at Fuyue, and saw that his figure was indescribably lonely in the moonlight, so she stepped forward and said:

"This son, it's a little lonely to see that people are both right, isn't it? Don't worry, follow me to the front hall, there are many outstanding girls in Shuangjiao Building, call a few for you to come over to relieve your boredom! ”

Fu Yue shook his head and said coldly, "I'll rest on this verandah tonight." After daybreak, my brother came out, and we left together. ”

The old bustard looked at him with some puzzlement, and thought to himself: "This pair of sons is handsome, but they behave strangely. It's not like a brother, it's like a ......, so worried about it, and it's not going to decline. ”

Seeing that Fuyue's attitude was so resolute, the old bustard couldn't say anything, so he had to laugh and say: "It's cold here, let the slave maid fetch you some hot wine to warm your body." ”

Fu Yue didn't speak, the old bustard's eyes flashed, and he bowed his head and retreated.