Yang Yu is not reluctant to lose her family wealth, this is her home!

There is her father, mother, and little brother, who have cried and laughed together, quarreled and spent decades together. Every grass and tree here, every brick and tile here, every corner here is overflowing with memories, representing her dependence, her shell.

From then on, she could no longer cry because there was no one to comfort her.

From now on, she will have to be resilient because she still has someone to protect.

Yang Yu put down the gilded bowl in his hand, got up, and said to Yang Xiu with a smile: "Ah Xiu, Ah Xiu feels a little bored, you are so resting, Ah Xiu is going out for a walk." ”

Yang Xiu knew the sorrow in Yang Yu's heart, and nodded obediently.

Yang Yu smiled warmly again, in the candlelight, the jade face was like a fine mutton fat white jade, without the slightest flaw, only the little red cinnabar mole in the center of the eyebrows, even the earlobes were round and lovely, and there was no edge in the eyes during the day, becoming warm, and wrapped in a lot of indescribable sorrow. Xu Bu went out, Yang Yu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes, and it was a brilliant beauty: "Jingmo, give me a pot of Cuitao, I want to drink alone in the small pavilion of Wutong Garden." ”

Qi Yan wanted to stop, and just as she was about to speak, Jing Mo pulled her sleeve, Qi Yan turned around, and saw Jing Mo twisting his eyebrows and shaking his head slowly.

Jingmo replied: "Qi Yan will accompany the girl to Wutong Garden slowly, and the slave will go to ask someone to prepare first." ”

Yang Yu agreed, and slowly walked towards Wutong Garden, Jingmo hung his head, and turned around to greet a few little maids.

In early autumn, the chrysanthemums in the garden of the Yang family bloomed just right, because the mother loved chrysanthemums, the father spent a lot of money for the mother to buy chrysanthemums of different shapes and thousands of appearances.

The sky that has been ravaged by wind and rain during the day appears clear and clear, and a bright moon exudes a faint silver brilliance, reflecting the chrysanthemums in the garden, which is incomprehensible in beauty.

Yang Yu walked slowly in the meantime, his heart ached faintly, his fingers unconsciously brushed over a clear white gull that bloomed wave by wave, the petals of the weak autumn wind exuded a white light, Yang Yu suddenly remembered that his mother often said when she was alive, "The white gull is the most intoxicating, only one is enough to tell the autumn color."

Yang Yu smiled and instructed Qi Yan behind him: "This white gull can't be sold wave by wave, I will move it to my bedroom later, and I will take it with me." ”

Qi Yan said with a smile: "The master mother loves this white gull the most, didn't the girl like peony flowers?" How do you think of it? ”

Yang Yu smiled, and the side face reflecting the moonlight was also covered with a faint light: "It is said that the peony is really the color of the country, who knows that Qiu Ju is proud of the bones?" ”

Qi Yan didn't understand much, but he felt that the girl's words were right, and Qiu Ju was the most beautiful. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense, and the little head nodded unconsciously.

The two turned two courtyards, bypassed the living water lake drawn from Cangshan, and came to the Wutong Garden, a beautiful pavilion with a glazed top and white jade pillars, surrounded by light gauze curtains, Yang Yu stepped into the pavilion, the clogs under his feet knocked on the white jade ground, click, the sound of clicking was extremely pleasant, there was a good stove in the pavilion, burning a basket of ten pieces of gold leaf silver dust charcoal, warm, and no smoke and dust, through the light veil vaguely see the scenery in the Wutong Garden.

Yang Yu poured himself a drink, and Jing Mo Qi Yan waited on the side.

"Girl, Cui Tao is fierce, don't be greedy and hurt yourself." Jingmo reminded softly.

Yang Yu's lower abdomen was already a little drunk, his eyes were like smoke, covered with mist, his beautiful eyes were circulating, reflecting the beauty mole under his eyes, with thousands of charms, his jade fingers pinched the small warm jade cup, raised his head, and drank it all.

The liquor rolled through her throat, making a trace of warmth rise on her cheeks, Huan Qilang's unbeatable eyes, but flashed in front of Yang Yu's eyes, she took a sip of hatred, gritted her teeth and said: "This sick and thin Lang Jun, the shortcomings of the special exposé, are too hateful!" He shook his head as he spoke, forgetting about the hateful man who compared himself to a bewitch and a prostitute.

Qi Yan Jingmo and the two looked at each other and smiled, that's it, that's it, after all, the lord of Lang has just passed away, and no matter how calm the girl is, she is only fourteen years old! The two waited and said no more.

"Jingmo, Qi Yan, take my lyre and sword, I want to play the piano and dance the sword." Yang Yu's hair bun was a little loose, so he simply tore off the hair ornament on his head, and his black hair hung down on his chest like ink, which looked a little less charming and a little more clear.

"Yes. The two bowed and retreated.

A slightly drunken blush reflected Yang Yu's cheeks, and a black shadow flashed over the wall, standing impressively on the golden plane tree in the garden, although Yang Yu was a little drunk, he sensitively felt the sight from the treetops. When he landed, his eyes darkened, and his heart turned a thousand times.

Whose people are they?

Yang Gong?

Lu Gong?

Or, a thief?

Yang Yu had some fine sweat on his back, and when the evening breeze blew, he was cold all over his body. Secretly held the hairpin that had just been torn off in the palm of his hand and hid it in the wide cuffs.

"Yang's Ah Yu? The tone is clear and lofty, the voice is like a jade chisel hitting ice, which makes people tremble, the black shadow on the treetops has indifferent eyes, and the voice is as cold and elegant as the moon shadow in the morning.

Yang Yu cut his hair, and his fat little feet stepped on the high-toothed clogs, clicked, clicked and came to the tree, walking smoothly, behaving elegantly, without the slightest hesitation, and bowed to the people on the tree: "I don't know which Langjun the gentleman is, how can he pass by the Yang family courtyard at this time?" ”

Polite and distant.

The tree man curled the corners of his lips, revealing two rows of white teeth. Without hesitation, he descended from the treetops.

The light and misty moonlight shrouded the leafy plane tree, the golden leaves were mottled with the brilliance of the moonlight, and I saw a young man standing straight under the tree, wearing a moonlight robe of Huayan, a distant mountain-colored ribbon loosely tied with black hair, just standing like that, just like a fairy in the painting, people dare not look closely.

Yang Yu was burned by such a brilliant young man, so he only glanced at it, and reflexively covered half of his eyes with his sleeves.

The young man paced two steps forward, his voice was cold and playful, and the corners of his lips raised: "Yang's Ayu, why don't you look at me?" ”

Yang Yu hid his face with his sleeves, and his voice was as clear as broken jade, with some timidity: "I am afraid that this pair of vulgar eyes will dull the posture of Lang Jun's immortals." This was said in such a graceful manner that the boy was a little surprised.

The legend of General Yang's daughter is freshly dressed and angry, gorgeous and flamboyant, very uninhibited, and is also rumored to be arrogant and willful by outsiders.

The young man felt even more funny, but his voice suddenly became cold, and the aura around him was also a little sharp: "Raise your head." ”

Yang Yu felt that the other party deliberately released the coercion, his hand shook slightly, but the sleeves covering his face were not taken down.

"Drop your sleeves." The young man's voice became a little softer, with a hint of temptation, making people not have the slightest ability to resist.

The evening breeze was cold, brushing through every pore of Yang Yu, making her tremble unconsciously, slowly, slowly, the plain sleeves gave up covering her eyes for her master.

The young man standing under the plane tree crashed into Yang Yu's eyes.