Su Yunge's eyes were full of smiles, but there was a little bit of unpredictable light in the depths.

"I just knew, I guessed right."

She paused, then repeated.

"The landscape painting on the umbrella surface uses the graceful brushwork, like flowing clouds and flowing water in one go, without that ambition, only the water-like acacia, the brushwork is incomparably clear, what a talented woman."

She praised from the bottom of her heart, the words were light and soft, and the sound of the rain had an indescribable taste.

Xiao Nanshuo listened to Su Yunge's words, but replied slowly.

"This umbrella is my precious thing."

Su Yunge happened to step on a bluestone slab at this time, and before he could react, there was a soft 'poof', and the slightly upturned bluestone slab was stepped on, and the splash splashed high, soaking the brocade upper.

Su Yunge stopped in place, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at the soaked shoes a little helplessly.

How could such a low-level mistake be made?

It's a good thing, the shoes are wet, and even the socks are soaked, and the sticky feeling is really uncomfortable.

Xiao Nanshuo also stopped, he looked down at Su Yunge's soaked shoes, and his hand was slightly on one side.

"Take it."

Su Yunge raised her eyes suspiciously, only then did she know that Xiao Nanshuo asked her to hold the umbrella.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and reached out to take the handle of the umbrella, which still had his residual temperature, and the tassel pendant swayed gently in the breeze.

"Ah......" When Su Yunge was about to open his mouth to ask, he felt that his body was empty, and he was already hugged by Xiao Nanshuo.

The upside-down force made her hand reflexively grip his collar, and the hand was long, tugging tightly at the satin of the neckline, and the bones were distinct.

She held the handle of the umbrella tightly on the other hand, covering the top of her and his heads, and when she looked up, she could see his resolute chin, the high bridge of his nose, and the eyelashes on those eyes.

She admired from the bottom of her heart that this man's face was really favored by the Creator, perfectly proportioned, a little more biased, and a little less tasteless.

She thought to herself, but forgot to ask him why he picked her up?

And she was used to this, and she didn't even need to ask again.

She lowered her face a little in, sunk into the soft mink fur, and closed her eyes comfortably.

The rain hit the umbrella and rang in their ears, and she could hear the heartbeat of the fire (harmony), and she seemed to have forgotten everything in the world, and there was only that bang in her ears! Boom! Boom!

The two people who are so close seem to have formed a world by themselves, with red dust outside the umbrella and a hidden paradise inside the umbrella.

I don't know how long I walked under the rain, Su Yunge felt that it seemed to have gone for half her life, and it seemed to be the moment when she left.

"Let me go! Let me go back on my own. Su Yunge spoke softly, not far from Su Mansion.

Although the night is dark, after all, someone can see it, and it is not appropriate for a woman like her to be held in his arms.

Xiao Nanshuo also seemed to know what Su Yunge was thinking, but he didn't refute it unexpectedly, and gently put her down.

Su Yunge was secretly surprised in her heart, but on the surface, she didn't show it, she hung her head and walked forward slowly.

There was a slight muffled "bang", but Su Yunge's forehead hit the broad back.

Why hasn't this man left yet?

She felt a frustration in her heart, how could she always become very stupid in front of Xiao Nanshuo.

She took a step sideways, the rain was heavy, if not the scoop falling, but also silky, the road on the street was already wet, and some potholes were clearly visible.

Is it difficult to go home in the drench, Su Yunge pouted secretly, there was no weather forecast or anything, so she was at a loss for the weather.

Just thinking about it, Xiao Nanshuo stared at her sideways, on the open umbrella surface, a landscape painting splashed with ink smeared on it, cast with a golden silk skeleton, and even the handle of the umbrella was made of good agarwood, and tassels fell on it.

Xiao Nanshuo glanced at her sideways, although there was coldness in her eyes, she understood.

He said with that look, and went under the umbrella.

Su Yunge approached his side, and the delicate umbrella was propped up above their heads.

She was next to him, so close to him, that her face could touch the soft mink fur, and she tickled faintly.

She walked slowly with him, and there seemed to be only the two of them in the long street, their footsteps so harmonious, and the sound of stepping on the water was like retreating.

If she ignored the bad things he had done to her, she would have gotten along well with him.

When she raised her head again, she had already arrived at the door of the Su Mansion.

She moved, and was about to enter the door, but Xiao Nanshuo's hand tightened, and she tightened it tighter.

Su Yunge was about to speak, but when he saw Xiao Nanshuo's feet move, he had already jumped onto the high wall of Nasu Mansion.

On a dark and rainy night, the crowd was quiet, and she only heard the hunting sound of Xiao Nanshuo's robe.

The moment he jumped, his hair flew with her, slightly covering her eyes.

Xiao Nanshuo swept lightly over the peach blossom tree in the courtyard wall, and even the peach blossom branch did not tremble. He took her and stepped lightly on the peach trees in the courtyard, and the peach blossom fragrance seemed a little seductive (harmonious) in the rain.

If there is an outsider at this moment, it must be seen.

In the smoke and rain in the sky, the occasional shaking of the bridge lights illuminates the two figures, one is as handsome as a god, the other is as beautiful as a fairy, on the peach blossom tree full of courtyards, the figure is swept lightly, like a dance that amazes the world, which makes people look at it and admire.

Su Yunge waited until he returned to the room to recover his slightly anxious heartbeat.

She looked at Xiao Nanshuo, and there was a hint of lightness in her eyes.

"Xie Lu, thank you for sending me back."

"Don't tell me thank you."

Su Yunge raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay."

After freshening up, she paused and walked towards the brocade couch.

After she finished speaking, she went up to the brocade couch and covered the brocade quilt on her body. Her head was next to the soft pillow, turned sideways, and when she was about to close her eyes, Xiao Nanshuo spoke.

"That umbrella belongs to my mother, and she loves Danqing the most in her life." Xiao Nanshuo leaned on the windowsill and spoke slowly. The moonlight was incomparably bright, reflecting the handsomeness of his side face.

Su Yunge was slightly surprised in her heart, she thought he was gone, but she never thought that he was still staying.

Su Yunge listened quietly, but he didn't turn around, his heart was incomparably quiet and stable.

"I'll go to bed first, and I'll get up early tomorrow, so please go to bed."

When she heard Xiao Nanshuo finish saying this, but there was no follow-up, she closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The sound of the rain hypnotizes people, and in the bedroom, the beautiful woman lies on the bed, and the son sits in the window.

The candle shone on Xiao Nanshuo, and there was a glass wine glass in his hand, but he was pouring himself to drink, and the people who were sitting and lying down produced a strange harmony in the sound of the fine smoke and rain.

The room is full of peach blossoms.

It rained all night, and when the first rays of light came out of the morning, there were still wet traces on the ground, and everything in heaven and earth was moistened, and the air smelled of the rain.

Su Yunge opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the windowsill.

The windowsill was empty, and under the corner of the window, an umbrella stood quietly there, leaving the world independent.

Su Yunge sat up, surprise in his eyes.

She walked towards the umbrella in surprise, and when she held the handle of the umbrella, she was really convinced that this was the umbrella that Xiao Nanshuo held last night.

It was his mother's umbrella, he said.

Looking at that appearance, it is obviously an extremely valuable thing, why is it placed here, can she understand that it is given to her?

Give her an umbrella? What do you mean?

Shaking her head, she didn't think about him, in order to solve the doubts in her heart, she decided to go to Dingbei Wangfu in person.

As soon as he entered the Dingbei Palace, the road was unimpeded, and Rong Qianxun was making tea in that small courtyard.

"Chihiro." A soft shout, brisk steps, and a smile.

Rong Qianxun seemed to be infected by Su Yunge's smile, and couldn't help but laugh too, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a hint of laughter was revealed, inadvertently like an ink painting rendered with color.

The end is attractive.

"Yunge, you're here."

After a pause, he lifted the small teapot on the carved cage and began to fiddle with his tea.

Lu Yu, who has studied tea to the extreme, said that tea has three boils.

When boiling tea, the water can not be boiled, when the charcoal fire is boiling, then add the tea powder, after the tea and water are blended, and when the second boiling time will be the foam ladle out, put it in the cooked bowl, to set aside.

This foam is a small camellia, and the dumpling is a large flower, all of which are the essence of tea.

At this time, the foam will continue to boil, and the tea and water will be further fused, and the waves will surge, which is called three boiling.

At this time, the water and tea that are filled with foam at the time of the second boiling are poured into the tea, and the amount is strictly measured according to the number of people.

After the tea soup is cooked, it is evenly poured into each person's bowl, including rain and dew, and the meaning of sharing sweet and bitter.

This Rong Qianxun's steps are no different from what Lu Yu wrote, as if he was a tea connoisseur.

The movements are fluid and elegant, and the wrists are so light that you can barely take your eyes off.

He poured the tea into the three small cups and made a gesture of please.

"My future princess of Dingbei, please try Rong's clumsy art." There was a gentle smile on the corner of Rong Qianxun's lips, and his eyes full of warm luster looked at Su Yunge and invited.

Su Yunge picked up the teacup, his drooping eyes blocking the strange light that flashed in his eyes.

Fragrant but not greasy, bitter but not astringent, there is a trace of sweetness in the throat.

Sure enough, it's good tea.

"Chihiro is a good tea artist." I couldn't help but admire.

Rong Qianxun seemed to be very happy when he heard Su Yunge's words, and poured himself a cup, the sound of small pieces, and the curling of tea smoke made his eyes a little misty.

"Is Chihiro's leg still healing?" Su Yunge opened his mouth inadvertently.

Rong Qianxun paused with the hand holding the teacup, and then slowly shook his head after being silent for a long time.

"I've seen countless famous doctors, and they all say that my leg is hopeless."

It's obviously a light and light voice, but it makes people hear a trace of helplessness.

Su Yunge's hand in the cuff clenched slightly, the light in his eyes was slightly dark, and he looked at Rong Qianxun opposite, and felt a little sorry in his heart.