On Chang'an Avenue of the Gaomen Building, there is a veritable Jiangnan house. The people who can open a mansion here are all noble families.

Most of the houses in the Northland are made of brick and stone to keep out the cold. But this house is an extremely elaborate wooden building.

Under the shadow wall is a bronze water tank, in which a lotus flower floats, and the sunlight shines through the shadow wall, and two golden carp come out from the lotus leaves, happily playing around the light spots.

The wooden structure of the house, but there is no trace of decay, but a faint smell of sandalwood. Carved beams and painted buildings everywhere, high eaves and teeth, and the corridor waist and waist are back, all of which show the glory of the owner of the house.

In the side hall of the corner door, the little girl is holding a delicate enamel pot and lightly pouring water into the gold enamel teacup on the coffee table.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat silent. So the gurgling sound of the water filling was clearly audible. After the little girl finished filling the water, she retreated lightly.

The sunlight shines through the wind and snow, reflecting a magnificent light, and penetrates through the silk flower window. On the screen, a large area of rich peonies is divided into countless strange pieces by light spots.

A faint glow hit the woman's unpowdered face, and it was exquisite.

A whispering voice came from under the corridor, "How's the spirit of the young lady today?" But you still rub your head and say you're dizzy? ”

"No, Miss has never moved on the couch with a book in her arms today. Sister Feiping, Miss has been sick for almost half a year, and she sat still all day long after she woke up a few days ago, and I didn't dare to remind me that something was wrong. Why don't you take the young lady around the garden to relax? ”

The flying screen curtain walked into the side hall, and Ying Ying smiled without saying anything, "Miss ran here to hide Qingjing, but called the slave easy to find." ”

Su Qianruo raised her head, gently rested the book on the small book table on the right side, and sat up sideways.

"Is it time to take medicine again?"

Feiping took clean warm water, poured out two red pills from the fine porcelain bottle of the Jun kiln in his hand and handed them to Su Qianruo.

Su Qianruo pulled the pill, and without looking at it, he directly sent it to his mouth, picked up the palm-sized bowl of water and took a sip, his throat rolled twice, and the bitter taste of the pill instantly filled his mouth.

The flying screen propped up the window, and the wind blew in through the window, carrying a wisp of lotus incense.

"Miss, the flowers in the lotus pond are almost blooming, you like to enjoy the flowers the most, do you want to go and see it?" Feiping asked, looking at her cautiously.

Su Qianruo hummed softly.

The first bloom of summer.

A Sichuan jade lotus, lotus leaves, clear water, green leaves, red pollen lotus, flowers are delicate and gorgeous, and the two phases are interesting.

Feiping looked at the layers of green shadows in front of him, his brows furrowed, "Miss, there is a large lotus pond at home, no worse than here, why do you want to go far, your body bones..."

Su Qianruo glanced sideways.

"Pick the flow of the year to take care of Qianmo, that year in the depths of the Fuqu, as if passing by the flowers, but only to see the flowers falling, leaving a sigh in vain..."

Su Qianruo, who was accustomed to listening to lotus picking songs, was stunned for a moment, who sang such a sad tune when this flower was good tomorrow?

In this prosperous Chang'an, the lotus of the Furong River on the outskirts of Beijing, the song of the lotus picker and the laughter that will erupt from time to time in the depths of the green shadow were Su Qianruo's favorite.

It's just because they have a hint of Jiangnan's breath.

Grandfather spoiled her very much, and built the Taifu Mansion into the appearance of a Jiangnan mansion in the Northland.

There is a lot of wind and sand in the north, and although the houses in the south of the Yangtze River are exquisite, they are not resistant to cold and heat, and they are not strong. The bosses of the Ministry of Industry persuaded Mrs. Su several times, but he insisted on building it like this, just because Su Qianruo liked it.

In the cold and summer seasons, Su Fu will have two more huge expenditures, charcoal and ice. One is to keep warm, and the other is to dispel the heat.

Su Taifu's income is barely enough to maintain these two expenses.

Quan Chang'an also knew that if Su Qian, the granddaughter of Mrs. Su's family, was a delicate person, she would not be able to run the family.

A small boat pierced out of the lotus leaf, and there were two men drinking on the boat, Su Qianruo pulled down his hat to cover his face, turned his back to the two of them, and waited for the boat to paddle away.

The sound of beating behind her suddenly stopped, and the boat stopped impartially behind her.

Su Qianruo raised his feet and took two steps, and he heard a familiar male voice.

"Brother Shang, please!"

Immediately followed by the subtle sound of slapping open the mud seal of the wine jar, the strong aroma of wine instantly overflowed all around. The jar was lifted, about a foot and a half high, and slowly poured into the bowl, and the gurgling sound was clearly audible.

Su Qianruo shrunk his hand into the wide cloud sleeve, and slowly, slowly, as much as he could, he turned his head as if he had just unintentionally glanced at it.

She didn't expect it to be bad.

The young man who poured the wine stood a Liuliu platform in his hand, the Liuyu platform in Chang'an, half a foot high. The mouth of the altar was just level with the edge of the jade platform.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who had just asked Brother Shang to drink was dressed as a scholar, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Su Qianruo's body shook slightly, Feiping walked over quickly, grabbed her arm, and slowly led her to sit on the white berm stone by the river.

"I just said that I shouldn't secretly go out here to enjoy the lotus, look, the river breeze is blowing, and this head is starting to get dizzy again, right?" Feiping chattered in disgust.

Su Qianruo suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, clutched her chest and said with difficulty: "Water..."

Feiping looked left and right in a panic, when Su Qianruo followed her to go to enjoy the lotus, she thought she was at home, but the young lady went out of the house along the corner gate, Feiping refused to hire a carriage, so she walked along the street, looking like she was going to walk to the outskirts of Beijing.

Feiping couldn't resist her, so he had to hire a car under a poisonous sun.

How can an ordinary carriage have a treasure drawer?

She was so anxious by Su Qianruo's sudden stubbornness that she could not care about preparing two more pots of water.

There was only a pot of water in the car, and on the way here, Su Qianruo had already drunk it all.

Feiping's gaze swept over the boat, and he paused for a moment before he walked over and asked the other party for a bowl of water.

The man in Tsing Yi, who had his back to Su Qianruo, casually threw a water bladder over, and Feiping reached out to catch it, but the water bladder hit her straight away, as fast as lightning.

"Take three steps back." Su Qianruo shouted with his back to the three of them.

Feiping took three steps back as she said, and the water bladder fell down against the tip of Feiping's nose, landing in the socket of her half-spread hand.

The man in Tsing Yi turned his face and looked at Su Qianruo coldly. That gaze is like a man's back, and it cannot be ignored.

Su Qianruo turned around, bowed through the hat and said, "Thank you for the water." ”

The man in Tsing Yi bowed his head slightly.

Su Qianruo secretly beckoned Feiping to send the water over.

Feiping wrapped the water bladder with a silk handkerchief, poured out the water and cleaned the mouth of the tube, and then handed the water bladder to Su Qianruo.

Su Qianruo frowned lightly and took a sip, then said that he wanted to go home.

Feiping looked inexplicably at Su Qianruo, who was walking towards the carriage, and sat here for an hour and a half from Chang'an Avenue, saying that he was here to enjoy the lotus. But he didn't even glance at the lotus flower, so he said he wanted to go back.

This... Is it tossing and playing?

Coming to the carriage, Su Qianruo had already closed his eyes and recuperated.

Feiping's face was tanned purple, pinching the handkerchief and wanting to speak, after all, he sat back by the window indignantly, and put down the bead curtain with his hand, so as not to let the sun shine directly to Su Qianruo.

"Brother Shang's divine power, why don't you restrain yourself, if you hit someone, I'm afraid you will die."

"Brother Comb is too worried, didn't he miss it?"

Su Qianruo Huo Ran opened his eyes.