In the courtyard of Mo Lan Yuan.

The orchids in the garden bloom quietly, exuding a faint fragrance. Shen Zhongqing sat silently on the stone bench in the courtyard, one elbow propped up on the stone table, the back of his hand against his cheek, his head slightly bowed, and the other hand tightly holding the silver lock. His face was full of sorrow.

The past is vivid, the scene of Uncle Xue Shan's death for himself, the pain of his powerlessness, but now he has failed to live up to his dying trust, self-blame, pain, and contradictions fill his heart.

"Childe, it's time for dinner! Do you think the old slave puts the food in the childe's room, or in the living room? ”

I don't know when, Uncle Liu was already standing quietly behind Shen Zhongqing, looking at him with concern. His every move is seen in his eyes and hurt in his heart.

"Uncle Liu, don't bother, I want to sit for a while, you eat first! When I want to eat, I will call you. Shen Zhongqing said lightly.

Uncle Liu didn't leave, just stood there quietly. He couldn't bear to watch Childe torture himself like this, which made him feel more sad than cutting his own flesh with a knife. After all, Childe was seen by himself since he was a child, and he said that he was his master, but in fact, he had already treated him as his own son in his heart, how could his pain escape his eyes.

"Childe, after so many years, the old slave has to say, this is not Childe's fault, Childe not only sent all his subordinates to find it, but Childe has been looking for so many years in person, Childe has done what he should do, even if Xue Shan is knowledgeable, he will be grateful for Childe's great kindness. Why can't Childe let go? ”

How could Shen Zhongqing let go? How can you get relieved?

"Uncle Xue Shan died for me, I hate myself for affecting him, and I hate myself for being powerless at that time; I even lived up to Uncle Xue Shan's deathbed trust, not only let Yun'er lose her father because of me, and lose her only dearest person, but also made her ...... It's me, it's all me! It's me who mistook Miss Yun'er! Uncle Xue Shan knows underground, how can he rest assured? How can you rest assured? Shen Zhongqing clenched the silver lock, pain and sadness filled his eyes.

Seeing that Shen Zhongqing was like this, the more uncomfortable Liu Bo was. He couldn't bear to watch Childe live his whole life in condemnation, guilt, and self-torture.

"Childe, it's all over, it's all over, why do you have to take it to heart and hurt yourself so much?" Uncle Liu said as he wiped the tears from his eyes with his hands, he was afraid that his son would be sad when he saw it.

"Uncle Liu, go ahead! I want to be alone for a while! Wait a while! ”

"Childe! Be! Son! The old slave left first! Uncle Liu slowly turned around and left, every step of his way was so difficult, reluctant, he wanted to be by Childe's side and share his pain, but Childe always hid his heartache in his heart and suffered it silently alone.

Shen Zhongqing clenched the silver lock, and his eyes were full of sadness. Maybe it would be better to cry, but since he was a child, he has forgotten how to cry and how to cry.

The orchids of Mo Lan Yuan bloom quietly. The breeze blew, and wisps of orchid fragrance lingered in the Mo Lan Garden. The closer to evening, the more mysterious the scent of this orchid becomes.

"Sister Qing'er...... Sister Qing'er......"

In the Accord, Qing'er is arranging the embroidery thread. Suddenly I heard shouting outside the house, which was getting closer and closer. Listen closely, it's the voice of the warbler.

Qing'er looked out.

Ying'er hurried her footsteps, dragging a large plate of snacks with both hands. Liuniang followed closely behind, smiling all over her face.

"I said, what's going on? It's not a New Year's holiday or something, why are you all so happy. Qing'er said with a grin.

"Yo! Why isn't it a New Year's holiday? Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival coming? It's not a big holiday, it's not worth celebrating, isn't it worth having fun? Liuniang's face was full of smiles, as if her heart was blooming.

Ying'er put the dim sum plate on Qing'er's table.

Qing'er felt strange when she saw Ying'er bring so many snacks.

"Ying'er, what's going on today...... Bring so many refreshments. ”

Ying'er smiled and said, "Sister Qing'er, this is a reward from Liuniang to all of us, one for each person, this is yours!" ”

"Rewarded to me?" Qing'er pointed at herself with a finger and asked Liuniang inexplicably.

Liu Niang stepped forward with a smile, "I tell you good news, it's really my grace to your tea fragrance!" ”

"Eunrong?" Qing'er muttered in her heart.

"King Shu's tea banquet on the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival this year specially ordered our tea fragrance house. What a great honor! What kind of person is King Shu, that is the emperor's favorite brother, under one person, above 10,000 people, with the prestige of King Shu, I am afraid that when the time comes, all the relatives of the emperor and the country, civil and military officials, I am afraid that from now on, the reputation of our tea fragrance house can resound throughout Chang'an City. The century-old foundation of our Ruan family, in the hands of my Ruan Liuniang, can be ...... again" Liuniang said while dancing excitedly, as if seeing the glorious tea fragrance at the door, people come and go, and the day is making money.

When I first heard Liuniang say that the tea banquet in the Mid-Autumn Festival in King Shu's Mansion ordered a tea fragrance house, Qing'er was also surprised. But thinking about it slowly, Qing'er has a lot of worries, Houmen is as deep as the sea, and when she approached King Shu's mansion, she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Originally, the business of Chaxiangju was already very prosperous in Chang'an City, and now it has been appreciated by King Shu, who is only worried that in the future, it will be 'towering in the forest, and the wind will destroy it'. Qing'er was worried, worried about the future of Chaxiangju.

Ying'er stood aside with Qing'er's dim sum, eating it devouring, in front of the dim sum, she couldn't hear Liuniang's words.

Qing'er was in a daze alone because of her thoughts.

Seeing that the two of them had no one paying attention to themselves, Liuniang listened to herself, and hurriedly stepped forward, "You foodie, starving ghost reincarnation, right?" They all take my words as wind in their ears, don't they? ”

Qing'er Ying'er smirked at Liuniang, the snack in Ying'er's mouth, swallowed too much, smiled, but choked. Qing'er was busy helping to pat Ying'er's back, hoping that this would make Ying'er more comfortable.

Seeing Ying'er's appearance, Liuniang asked depressedly, "I said Ying'er, didn't I also reward you with a plate at noon?" ”

Ying'er smiled embarrassedly, "Liuniang, mine has already finished eating." ”

"What a foodie! Just know how to eat! ”

Qing'er picked up the plate on her table and walked to Ying'er, "You can eat this, I don't like sweets." ”

These snacks are nothing in front of Qing'er. But in front of the foodie Ying'er, it is something more precious than a treasure.

"For me?"

I saw that Ying'er quickly took the snack plate and ran away excitedly.

Qing'er and Liuniang smiled and shook their heads.

"Miss Qing'er, I sent this gift, it was you who 'borrowed flowers and offered the Buddha', and you gave it, so ...... next" Liu Niang said while looking at Qing'er.

"Then the next thing is Wei, right, Liuniang!" Qing'er interrupted Liuniang's words with a smile.

"Yes! It's only half a month, and we have to prepare well, everything is in place, and we can't be sloppy at all! If there is really the slightest mistake, who can afford it! Liu Niang's smile turned into worry. Liu Niang understands better than anyone else that it is such an honor to be able to serve the tea banquet for the Mid-Autumn Festival of King Shu's Mansion, which she can't ask for in her life! However, the greater the grace, the greater the might! With the slightest negligence, the entire tea fragrance house may also disappear in this Chang'an

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