Chapter 135: Streamer

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Summer goes to the autumn solstice, winter passes and spring comes. In the blink of an eye, it is another year of Jiangnan Spring.

A bend of the stream tinkling, the scenery in the garden seems to be natural, and there is no trace of artificial carving. On both sides of the stream, the willow trees are weeping, and the tender green branches and leaves have just been pulled out of the branches, and at first glance, they really look like jasper makeup. The elegant small building is hidden in the depths of the verdant bamboo forest, cold and secluded, and the bamboo wind chimes hanging under the eaves are breezy and crisp, melodious and singing. In the early morning of spring, this corner of the secluded place of the deep house is suddenly hidden in the mountains, isolated from the world, quiet and peaceful, and does not hear the hustle and bustle of the world.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and such tranquility and peace were quickly broken, and a series of footsteps knocked on the bamboo ladder, and then spread all the way to the bamboo corridor, walking fast and fast. Then, the half-hidden door was pushed open, and a voice sounded helplessly, breaking the silence of the room.

"My good girl, what time has it been, and you haven't even changed your clothes? My wife has asked several times, and I'm afraid I'm in a hurry. ā€

Inside the bamboo house, there is a study, on both sides are bookshelves as high as the roof, the shelves are full of books, and in the middle of it, there is a room of books. The window is half open, the breeze is slowly in, and there is a Huanghuali bookcase on the ground facing the window, a slender figure with his back to the door, half lying on the bookcase, hearing the words, he did not even raise his head, and the hand is used for fine brushwork, and the special small tube is still sketched on the paper without hurry, but it does not delay the mouth work. "It's not just my wife who I'm anxious about, I'm afraid you're even more anxious than your wife, right?"

"Even if the slave maid is really the eunuch, the girl can't compare our wife to the emperor." The maid closed the door with one hand and snorted softly.

"Hmm. It seems that his knowledge has grown recently. I can still understand what she is saying.

The maid's face was eager, but she had no time to listen to her master's ridicule, and the next one stepped forward and said, "Girl, don't draw yet, go back to the room quickly!" Sister Zhuyue has already prepared the bath soup, and the clothes and jewelry are all ready, just waiting for you. So saying, he reached out and snatched the little pipe of sheep's hair from the girl's hand.

"Huh! Don't move! If you spoil my paintings, what will you pay? You don't want that little money a month, don't you want it? The soft and smiling voice was like a melodious song, and it was very tactful to listen to, but it made someone's outstretched hand suddenly freeze in mid-air.

Seeing this, the corners of the girl's mouth curved slightly, and she pulled up an upward arc, but she sighed in makeup and said, "Okay! For the sake of my family's smoke, I am so anxious that I have forgotten all the rules that I have learned so hard, so I still don't draw the girl. As he spoke, he put the pen into the pen wash and slowly stood up.

Isn't that maid just smoke? It's just that now she is already the appearance of a big girl, wearing a plain Hangzhou silk with lake green pinching light pink buds, half a green silk, a bright face that can be seen a few years ago, is like a blooming flower, growing, it is really beautiful. However, after hearing the word "rules", Liuyan gasped for air, covered his lips with one hand, and then stomped his feet and said, "It's all to blame girl, if you don't paint a picture, you won't be able to move, I won't be in a hurry to forget the rules." If my mother found out, I would have to be punished again. ā€

The one who was called a girl by Liuyan was naturally Lanxi. Now she has changed a lot, her body has been drawn, and she is no longer as pink and cute as a dwarf winter melon. She should be relatively tall and tall, but now she is only thirteen years old, half an inch taller than Liuyan, a few years older than her, with a slender waist and slender limbs, graceful and slender, although she only wears a homely half-used dress, and the cuffs are stained with some ink stains and paints, and her face is facing the sky, and her hair is half scattered, but she can't hide the youthful atmosphere that is as vigorous as spring.

Hearing this, Lan Xi smiled and winked at Liuyan, and said playfully, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep it a secret for you, God knows that you know what I know, and my mother will never know." ā€

Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, two years ago, Dong's mother helped her manage some affairs outside the house because of the girl's arrangement, but all the things in the girl's room were handed over to Qin's mother. Liuyan later learned that this Dong's mother was really more friendly than Qin's mother, although Qin's mother never had a straight face, but the rules were strict, and even Liuyan, who had always been out of character, was also disciplined to the slightest bit of good rules, and now it is rare to see her rampant, this time, she was really forced to be anxious, and this is the original form.

Liuyan was thinking that it was better to be his own girl, but the next moment, the emotion was extinguished.

"I'll keep it a secret for you, so, Liuyan, your silver can give me some money!"

"Girl-" What is the emotion, it is all an illusion? You, a girl, are so embarrassed to share my money as a slave? And in the past few years, how much money the girl has secretly earned, others don't know, can you still not know the smoke? Such a girl should still say something to her about sharing her money, even if it is just a joke, it is unforgivable.

Seeing that he was making people laugh, Lan Xi smiled and bent his eyes in a good mood, alas! I really miss this kind of smoke! Although Qin's mother's control is for their good, occasionally, seeing the fried hair and the unruly smoke is also a good adjustment for the body and mind.

After laughing for a while, Lan Xi looked back and saw that the picture scroll on the table was already half dry between speaking, and pressed the four corners of the picture scroll with objects, and then convected the flue, "Let's go!" Otherwise, the wife will be really anxious to kill later. ā€

Lan Xi is actually a lazy person in the final analysis, and she is not diligent if she can be lazy. Therefore, Xian Ya Yuan moved from Qingyang to Huzhou, and it is still called Xian Ya Yuan.

returned to Xian Ya Yuan, and washed and dressed up for her in a few busy days. Two quarters of an hour later, in that study, there were two points of lazy and sparse Lanxi, which had changed greatly.

Seeing this, Mother Qin nodded with satisfaction and said, "Girl, go to the main hall, Mrs. has asked people several times, and now there is only one girl missing." ā€

His own mother is the biggest one in this house, Lanxi has good rules now, but in terms of details, he is not as cautious as he was in the old mansion at that time, and he lives very arbitrarily, even willfully. Hearing this, he just said "oh", but he muttered, "The two brothers haven't sent the message back yet, I'm afraid they haven't received anyone yet, why is my mother so anxious?" "No matter how late it is, can she still be rude?

"My wife is also thoughtful." After leaving his hometown for a few years, except for the year in Qingyang, where he saw his nephew, the third wife has not seen her mother's family for several years, and now that her uncle is visiting, how can the third wife not be excited.

Lan Xi thinks about it, isn't it? At the moment, she was not calm about her mother, and she also had two more understandings, sighed, and said, "Let's go." (To be continued.) )