"Run, girl!"

Xie An was also tired of him being so entangled, and when he heard Aimo's words, he ran away. She was afraid that she would be caught in the sea of flowers, so she turned around and ran towards the empty Lake Center Pavilion. Thinking that if he really caught up, she shouted, the Lake Pavilion should be in the middle of the garden, and if there were people around, they would definitely be able to hear it, and if they couldn't hear it, they could see it. At worst, she can escape from the water, and she can still swim. At this time, she has already recovered the thinking of modern people, what lonely men and widows, what hurts her reputation, she has long forgotten to the edge of the sky. She now thinks of this man as a stinky rascal, and just wants to find a place where there are people!

Xie An also really spread the girl and ran, glad that this dynasty woman did not bind her feet as she ran. But this hair is indeed cumbersome, in ancient times, because of the stricter behavior constraints and etiquette norms since childhood, they couldn't wait to float sideways like a female ghost when they walked, the skirt did not move, and the combed bun was even more scattered as soon as the head moved. Xie An also felt that the bun on her head was loose, and the hairpin was still dangling around her head, so she simply reached out and pulled the hairpin off, and let the three thousand green silk float down, dancing with the wind with her footsteps.

The people in the pavilion saw this was the sight of a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, running towards him at a speed he had never seen before. The skirt behind him is flowing, and the long hair dances. The girl's steps were a little flustered, her white face flushed from running, and her breasts, which had not yet developed much, rose and fell from running. The most attractive thing is that the big eyes, like stars in the sky, light up after seeing him!

Xie An also ran to the Huxin Pavilion, and when she found that there were people in the pavilion, her heart flew with joy, and she couldn't help but speed up her pace. It's just that the situation is urgent, if it was normal, she wouldn't approach lightly when she saw someone in the pavilion, wouldn't it be worse if there were accomplices in the pavilion!

There was a man sitting in the pavilion, also in his twenties, dressed in a dark brocade robe, with his black hair tied with a white jade crown, looking gentle and elegant, quite like a child. Slender fingers hold a blue and white porcelain teapot and are pouring tea. I heard that someone just glanced up and continued to taste the tea, as if the tea was a delicacy of time, much more important than the beautiful woman with loose hair in front of her.

Next to the man stood a younger boy, like a man's little servant. With red lips and white teeth, he is wearing a cyan robe, and he is also in the wind, but he is with that man, this appearance can be equal, but this temperament is very different. The young man kept staring at Xie Anyi from the moment he saw her. It's not that Xie An is so beautiful that he is captivating the country and the city, but he looks like he is dressed up like a lady, but the pace of running is inevitably too heroic.

"Ahem." The man cleared his throat, and the boy quickly came back to his senses. However, the master did not speak, and he naturally stood by and watched his nose and nose and heart to put up wood.

Here, Xie Anyi had already entered the pavilion, turned his head to look, and the person chasing behind saw that there was someone in the pavilion and stopped. After a moment's hesitation, he stepped in. Aimo was also fine, panting and running in, blocking Xie Anyi's body. I think the man didn't embarrass her just now, and chased after him directly after getting rid of it.

Xie An also looked at the pavilion, which was lined up in eight edges, except for one side that connected the outer corridor, and there were stone platforms on each side for people to rest. If there is no such thing as today, it is very pleasant to sit on the stone platform to feed the fish and look at the scenery of the lake. In the middle of the pavilion there was a stone table surrounded by four stone benches, and the man sat on the stone bench facing the entrance of the pavilion, and the young man stood on his left.

In ancient times, people didn't cut their hair, Xie Anyi's hair was already waist-high, and the wind on the lake was stronger than on the shore, blowing her hair straight to her face. Xie An also cut his hair, grabbed the front and tied the braid, pulled a ribbon from the skirt, and handed it to Aimo to tie it up for her.

After that, she thought for a moment and sat down on the stone bench to the man's right. The man in the dark clothes ignored them from the moment she entered, as if no one else had come in the pavilion as before.

Xie An also turned his head to look at the man in Xuanyi, and said to the man who was standing at the entrance of the pavilion after coming in, "If there is anything wrong with the son, let's talk about it here." ”

The man looked at the people in the pavilion and thought that he could send Aimo away before, after all, she was Xie Anyi's servant. But now there were two people in the pavilion, and they could not drive them out, so they stopped talking alone. He stepped forward and made a gesture, a look of shame appeared in his eyes, and said, "Just now I was presumptuous and abrupt the girl." There is a thing lost below, which is left by the deceased mother in the next, which is of great significance to the next. I was just looking for it in the next garden, and I saw from a distance that it seemed that the girl had found it, so I followed all the way. Afraid of causing trouble to the girl, I wanted to ask the girl in private. ”

He is the owner of the sachet? Looking at the clothes, it is worthy of this sachet, but Xie An always feels that something is wrong.

"Black, embroidered with five bats ...... gold thread"

Xie Anyi's hand in his sleeve couldn't help but clench the sachet, what the man said was exactly the same as this thing. Could it be that it's really his?

At this time, the man in Xuanyi sitting in the pavilion seemed to have not heard their conversation, and he actually poured another cup of tea and drank it to himself. Aimo stood beside Xie Anyi and listened to the man's words, although he was very surprised, but he was silent because of the presence of outsiders.

This small pavilion in the lake was unusually quiet at this time, and everyone was silent, thinking about their own thoughts.

A fresh breeze hit, bringing with it bursts of lotus fragrance, as well as the scent of flowers in the distance, faintly mixed with the cold water fragrance of Davidoff. Xie An was also excited, and turned his head to look at the man in Xuanyi next to him.

She finally knew something was wrong!