"Hmm. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Nalan Qi pursed his lips and lowered the sedan curtain.

"Miss, the time for us to visit the elders in the Moguo country has always been between midnight and noon, but we have just been delayed by that splash, and it is close to noon when we come to the Huang Mansion, although it is harmless, but the new lady may take the opportunity to make trouble."

Qiu Ju suddenly came over and whispered with a frown.

"It doesn't matter." Nalan Qi shook his head, and was about to comfort his eldest maid a few more words, but was interrupted by a noise outside the sedan chair.

"Ziyan's study is open today."

The bustling noise even drowned out the sound of the rain, and men, women, and children poured forward in droves.

Ziyan study? Nalan Qi lived for twenty years in his previous life, and he was not a nun who was only a nun in the boudoir, but he had never heard of the name of Ziyan's study, and it was just a whim.

"Mr. Ziyan is an emerging talent in the imperial capital, and he also met with the Holy Lord some time ago." Qiu Ju saw that her young lady had some doubts on her face, so she leaned over and explained softly.

"However, it is surprising to say that although this Mr. Ziyan is an upstart who only rose at the beginning of the year, it is surprising how quickly his reputation has risen. I listened to the chatter of the errand boys in the house, and even the new lady and her father admired Mr. Ziyan's knowledge, but unfortunately this gentleman Shenlong did not see the end, and it was difficult to see him. ”

Qiu Ju's voice became more and more low.

"Oh? Even Huang Shangshu admires his knowledge? It's interesting. Nalan Qi turned his head to look at the crowd outside the sedan chair, paused for a few seconds, and ordered with a light smile: "Let's also go and join in the fun." ”

Within a moment, the sedan chair stopped steadily in front of Ziyan's study.

This study that hides all the wells in the market is only more than a square abbot, but it is not simple, and the hollow wooden boards on all sides are carved with landscape figures, lifelike, and they all come from the hands of famous artists.

Because the sedan chair is still some distance away from the study, and separated by the Xiaoxiao rain curtain, Nalan Qi doesn't look real. I only saw a long table placed in the study, and there were a few simple things on the table, such as the kiln fixed bottle and the warm inkstone stove.

"Miss, this Mr. Ziyan is really big, so far no one has come out, and the bottle is not arranged, and the inkstone is not incense, isn't it a pastime for us?" Qiu Ju, who has always been a little anxious, complained with some dissatisfaction after waiting for a while.

"It's out, it's out." The crowd suddenly became noisy.

"Miss, look, there's a girl coming out, I guess it's Mr. Ziyan's maid." Qiu Ju didn't mumble at this time, leaned over the sedan curtain, stretched her neck, and almost leaned out half of her body.

"Hehe" Nalan Qi shook his head at the awkward posture of his big girl, laughed a few times, but did not make a sound, and looked sideways at the study.

There is a girl in a peach-colored cardigan skirt in the study, with the popular double buns of the maids of large families on her head, and she is too far away to see her appearance clearly, but she is vaguely seen to be a gentle and elegant person.

The girl stood in the study, and did not speak, but carefully held up the kiln bottle on the long table, took a little rain under the eaves, and inserted a branch of a two-foot-long single plum into it.

Dumei is also as bright as fire in a slightly gloomy climate.

Then the girl threw a few more spices into the inkstone, and a moment later the cigarette rose from the inkstone. After doing this, she quietly retreated.

Nalan Qi shrugged his nose, it is the characteristic sandalwood of Jiuhetang in the east, the texture of this sandalwood is more delicate than others, and the aftertaste is sweet but not greasy. It's just the price of an inch of gold, even Nalan Mansion is looking away, thinking about it, Mr. Zizhan is not an ordinary scholar.

"Miss, look, someone has come out again." Qiu Ju's exclamation in a low voice interrupted Nalan Qi's thoughts.

"Yo, which little brother is in the study, born so handsome. I don't know how many girls' families will be harmed when I grow up. "The noise in the crowd was louder than it had just been.

"Miss, don't listen to the nonsense of those mothers-in-law." Qiu Ju opened her mouth a little uncomfortably, her face slightly red.

Nalan Qi smiled lightly and raised his eyes, glancing at the study.

Green cloth shirt, gray scarf hat, through the rain curtain, she messed up the rhythm of breathing.

"Xiaoqi, do you see it? When the hibiscus blooms, I will return. ”

In the spring of the seventieth year of pouring ink, the young man who was as gentle as jade made a steady promise, turned around and scattered in the short life of Nalan Qi in his previous life.

Later, the beacon fire burned the plains, the red land was thousands of miles, and the imperial capital had no flowers.

No, there are flowers, Nalan Qi uses blood as ink, fingers as pens, and on Mo, outlines a slowly blooming hibiscus flower, outlining the last flower after breaking the country.

That man, but never returned.

"You, don't come unharmed."