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Changganli is located in Dagongfang, where there are a few pen and paper shops that specialize in Nanyang goods, and Meng Mei occasionally goes to buy rare paints and brushes. Although those shops are not as good as Suzaku Street, they are still clean and tidy, and the people who come and go are not three or nine streams, and most of them are mainly readers.

The heart of planting snow finally let go.

As long as you don't go to Dagongfang, it's fine. Last time, Meng Mei went to drink tea in the teahouse of Dagongfang on a whim, and now he is in a cold sweat when he thinks about planting snow.

Meng Mei took a sip of the teacup, but her brows were still quite tight. Seeing that her feelings were not high, Chong Xue didn't dare to say anything more, and only knelt quietly to the side.

The streets and alleys and crowds passing outside the car window, Meng Mei looked at it lightly, for no reason, her mind was a little trance, and a familiar and haggard face seemed to appear in front of her again.

In Meng Mei's memory, that face used to be so radiant, kind and gentle, she thought she would never see her again in this life, but she didn't think that a few days ago, she actually received a note, the familiar handwriting, and the maple leaf mark printed on the sign, all evoked Meng Mei's dusty memory in an instant.

She couldn't believe that she could meet that person again.

It's just that this reunion has made her heart clench all the time, and the sadness and humility on that face, as well as the careful and cautious attitude of the person when talking to herself, also made her heart extremely sour. And after seeing the beautiful pavilions and spacious scenery of the Yongyi County Lord's Mansion, the sour and heart-wrenching feeling has also become extraordinarily distinct, and from time to time she will be pierced in the heart, making her sore and painful.

In the deepest part of my heart. She once naively thought that her future third sister-in-law would be ...... That person.

Meng Mei sighed silently, but her brows frowned more and more, and a trace of coolness crossed her lowered eyes.

"Well, let's go home." She said suddenly, her tone a little whimsical.

"Yes." Planting snow replied in a low voice.

Meng Mei stopped talking, only lowered her eyes and looked at the tea cup on the small table. A little melancholy and a little thought flashed in his eyes......

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At the Yimen, the second girl of the Guogong Mansion was sent into the carriage. waited until the carriage went out of the lane outside the door, saying that Qingman and Qingwu turned back to Fu Jun to resume his life.

Wei Shuang had already left first, and Fu Jun was sitting alone behind the brocade curtain reading a book at this time.

Her illness was naturally a cover. The purpose is to lay out the net, but this play needs to be done enough, so the truth about Fu Jun's "serious illness" is except for a few people in the bureau and Wei Shuang. The rest did not know.

"Mother, the maid is back." The green vines stood outside the brocade curtain.

Fu Jun let out a soft "um". asked, "Where did the second sister go?" ”

Qingman said respectfully: "Back to the mother's words, the second girl went to the 'One Pillow Garden' and 'Biwu Aid Wind', and then walked along the road in front of the Cui Villa to the Hanging Flower Gate, and called the soft sedan chair to go to the Yimen. And he went back. ”

A pillow garden and Biwu Yuanfeng are two courtyards adjacent to each other, located on the northwest side of the mansion, with quiet scenery and sparse charm. It's really something to enjoy. Outside the courtyard wall of a pillow garden is a sandwich road, connected to a north corner gate.

Speaking of which. These places are not close, almost half of the county lord's mansion, and after walking so many roads, I don't know if Meng Mei, a delicate lady, can afford it? Fu Jun was deeply skeptical of this.

Meng Mei is definitely pampered in the Guogong Mansion, and has developed a dustless temperament, and today he is interested in taking a walk around the County Lord's Mansion, and Fu Jun is still a little flattered. Thinking back to the "Qiongfang Banquet" back then, Meng Mei left Fu Jun alone, and her snubbing and sluggishness were very obvious, and now she took the initiative to show goodwill, and Fu Jun was quite uncomfortable.

However, for all kinds of people in the Wenguo Mansion, Fu Jun has always adhered to the principle that you respect me and I respect me as it is, and she does not reject Meng Mei's friendly attitude.

After listening to Qingman's return, Fu Jun said "I know", and let Qingman and Qingwu retreat, and then she put the book on the case, stood in front of the window and looked out.

The bamboo shadow in the garden is faint and blue, the slender bamboo branches stand on the courtyard wall, smeared with a layer of golden sunlight, reflecting the blue sky in the corner of the green sky, and the freehand is sprinkled, there is a bit of sharp meaning.

It is said that things resemble the shape of the master, and this garden seems to be the same. Xu is because of a Meng Yuan, the bamboo forest that was originally idle and indifferent is surrounded by green, but now it is a sword out of the sheath, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit murderous.

A slight smile appeared on Fu Jun's lips, and his waist tightened.

She was slightly surprised, and before she could look back, she fell into a warm embrace.

It was her familiar embrace, and even with her eyes closed, she knew it was him.

"You're back." Fu Jun's whole body relaxed, leaned back, and his voice was a little lazy.

Meng Yuan didn't speak, only buried his head in her neck, and said "hmm" indistinctly. His hair was tied with a green hosta, the hairpin was slightly cool, gently sliding over her forehead, and then his chin crossed her cheeks, and the dense stubble was piercing her skin, and there was some itching.

Fu Jun was a little distressed.

In recent days, she has not been idle in the county lord's mansion, and Meng Yuan has been even busier, in addition to the normal official duties at hand, she also needs to cooperate with the people of the Joint Investigation Department, the Forbidden Army, and the Fifth Military Camp, and sometimes she can't see anyone for two or three days.

"Tired or not? Are you hungry? Would you like to ask the kitchen to get you something to eat? Fu Jun pulled his arm away and turned around, looking at his face carefully.

Meng Yuan looked at her and smiled, "Don't be busy first." After that, he stopped talking, just stared at her, his eyes were shining with a soft light, and then he put his arms together and hugged her into his arms.

"Are you done?" Fu Jun found a comfortable place in his arms, and with one hand went to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt.

Meng Yuan grabbed her hand and put it into his palm, rubbed the slender and soft fingers in his palm one by one, and paused: "Just wait for the opportunity." ”

Fu Jun's heart was half lowered.

She had been afraid that it would be too late before, but now it seems that the other party should be waiting for the opportunity, and Xiao Hongzhu's entry into Beijing has made the situation take another step forward in the direction predicted by Fu Jun.

After pondering for a moment, she said: "In a few days, the case of the *grain depot and Changle Fang can be released first." ”

As soon as these two things come out, there will always be some movement in those things hidden under the water.

Meng Yuan took his hand to tap the tip of Fu Jun's nose and said with a low smile: "It's all counted by you." With that, his arms tightened, and he embed this delicate body into his arms again.

For a while, neither of them spoke, just quietly enjoying the rare quiet time of early summer.

If someone enters the courtyard at this time, they will find that the county lord's mansion is surrounded by green villas, and there are few traces of them at this time, and the blue halo on the window screen reflects the bamboo shadow of the forest, quiet and peaceful, meditative.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )