Cheng Mu'an was a little drunk, but his natural acumen still caught Wen Xiaomiao's happy smile, and he slowly approached her and asked, "You, what are you laughing at?" ”

"It's nothing, it's beautiful tonight." Wen Xiaomiao sighed.

"Miao Miao is not well-behaved, and she didn't tell the truth to Brother An." How could Cheng Muan be fooled so easily.

"Well, let's go to the Huxin Pavilion, I'll tell you when we go." Wen Xiaomiao said mischievously.

"Okay, you're going to talk and count." Cheng Muan pulled Wen Xiaomiao forward.

A bright moon hung high in the air, the moonlight flowed in the woods, so quiet that only the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing the grass could be heard, and the soft moonlight gently caressed the branches, falling fine black shadows, this moonlight was soft like a lake, faintly like smoke.

Walking on the wooden bridge connecting the pavilion in the middle of the lake and the shore, Wen Xiaomiao saw the faint moonlight like a light veil, fluttering on the surface of the lake, like sprinkled with a layer of broken silver, shining brightly.

The wind of the summer night is exciting, blowing slowly, exceptionally fresh and cool.

The frogs hiding in the grass also began to "croak" non-stop, and the cicadas attached to the trunk did not admit defeat, "knowing what they knew" were calling, and I don't know when the fireflies also flew out to enjoy the shade, flashing on the trees, which was particularly beautiful.

Wen Xiaomiao likes this kind of plum garden so much that she can't help but want to dance.

Cheng Mu'an saw a jar of wine on the small stone table in the pavilion from a distance, he walked two steps quickly, picked it up and looked at the bottom of the altar, sure enough, it was the treasure of the prince Liu Kuo, it is said that Liu Kuo only has three or five altars left, but he didn't expect to give him an altar.

Cheng Muan actually drank a lot tonight, but such a bright moon, such a night, such a Wen Xiaomiao, such a mood, and such a beautiful scenery made him feel that he could only be happy when he was drunk.

He opened the seal of the jar, and a rich aroma immediately poured out and spread in all directions.

Even Wen Xiaomiao smelled it before she walked into the pavilion, she knew a little about winemaking, and knew the aroma of wine, this kind of wine is not difficult to brew, it is more common, but because it is too ordinary, it is not easy to brew well, and the best winemaker in Wancheng County may not be able to make such a mellow daughter red.

"Wow, it's so fragrant," Wen Xiaomiao couldn't help but praise.

"You know? Cheng Mu'an smiled a lot tonight.

"My daughter is red, but I've never seen such a fragrance. Wen Xiaomiao said, with a bright smile on her face.

"Would you like to try it? Cheng Muan said.

"There are no vessels for wine. Wen Xiaomiao only saw the wine jar, and didn't know how to drink it.

"Come on. Cheng Muan beckoned to Wen Xiaomiao.

Wen Xiaomiao walked to Cheng Mu'an's side as she said.

Cheng Mu'an raised the wine jar steadily and said, "Raise your head and open your mouth." ＂

Wen Xiaomiao thought it was very interesting, she had never held the wine jar to pour wine.

She tilted her neck and opened her small mouth, her daughter red flowed into her mouth from the altar, she drank several sips, this kind of drinking method is simply a violent thing, that is, Cheng Muan doesn't care, Wen Xiaomiao took the initiative to push the wine jar away, she licked her cherry lips, the taste is great, the lips and teeth are fragrant, the throat is spicy but not spicy, smooth and astringent.

Cheng Muan smiled and asked, "How is it?" ＂

"There's no one around, right? Wen Xiaomiao turned her little head and looked around first.

"No, I promise. Cheng Muan said.

"Much better than tonight's palace wine. Wen Xiaomiao approached Cheng Mu'an, pulled down his ears, lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

Cheng Mu'an couldn't help but laugh, Wen Xiaomiao is like this now, she wants to say bad things but doesn't dare to say it out loud, it's too cute.

Wen Xiaomiao was stunned, she said something wrong? Ridiculed?

"Do you still want to drink? Cheng Muan asked.

"No, I'll get drunk if I drink it again, and I've already drunk some in the palace. Wen Xiaomiao shook her head.

"Really don't drink anymore? Cheng Muan tilted his head and looked at Wen Xiaomiao with a smile, "Then don't regret it." ＂

"I don't regret it. "Wen Xiaomiao is not greedy for cups.

Cheng Mu'an held the wine jar with one hand, poured all the wine in the jar into her stomach in one go, and wiped her mouth with her hand, looking unfinished, Wen Xiaomiao was dumbfounded, she didn't know that Cheng Mu'an was actually massive, she only drank a few sips, and her body was already slightly hot.

Cheng Mu'an untied the jade flute around his waist and put it to his lips, and the moving sound of the flute rose softly.

And in the moonlight, the sound of the flute is clear, whirling gracefully, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low again, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible.

Wen Xiaomiao was also infected by this flute sound, she looked at Cheng Mu'an and smiled a little embarrassedly, then took a few steps back lightly, spread her arms, shook her hands with a cloud pattern silver silk, and leaned over to dance.

The light silk is like flowing water, the skirt is like fluorescent flying, the slender waist is smart, looking back and smiling, like a fairy under the moon, and the complexion of the snow looms between the fluttering.

The sound of the flute gradually has the occasional pearl and jade jumping in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then like a group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are clustered, and there is a bird language between them, and they are singing to me.

Wen Xiaomiao's dancing posture is also becoming more and more light and graceful, ethereal and fairy.

Gradually, the birds in the sound of the flute left, and the spring flowers fell, but when I heard the sound of the rain, a desolate and solemn image, the drizzle continued, if there was nothing, and finally everything was silent.

When Wen Xiaomiao settled in the last Xiao Yin, she also lightly closed and hid in front of her.

Cheng Mu'an put down the jade flute in his hand, looked at Wen Xiaomiao in surprise, and slowly walked towards her, he didn't know when Wen Xiaomiao learned the white ramie dance, he had never heard her say it, it must be in the near future, although he was not proficient in it, he could see that he had put in a lot of hard work.

Wen Xiaomiao was still a little out of breath and stood in place, her eyes as bright as stars showed undisguised admiration, and a sweet smile from the heart hung on her face.

Cheng Mu'an got closer and closer to her, holding her little face like a treasure, and looking at Wen Xiaomiao's eyes affectionately, his eyes were full of enthusiasm that was different from usual.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on each other's bodies, fainting with a charming glow.

Cheng Mu'an slowly approached Wen Xiaomiao's cherry lips, and at the moment of kissing, his voice sounded softly, "Miao Miao, my wife, my love." ＂

He was really drunk.

Wen Xiaomiao was also intoxicated.

Early in the morning, Wen Xiaomiao woke up very early, looking at Cheng Mu'an's handsome face in front of her, and his breath lingering around her body, she was really a little reluctant to leave his arms.

Cheng Muan is still in a deep sleep, last night Cheng Jia's grievances were reversed, he vomited the grievances in his heart for many years, and was promoted to the rank of knight, he was in a good mood, he drank too much, this was the first time he was drunk and unconscious.

Wen Xiaomiao gently moved Cheng Muan's long arm across her waist, and after getting up quietly, she dressed neatly, packed up the clothes scattered all over the place, and cleaned up the traces of the spring breeze overnight, there is still one year in the filial piety period, she doesn't want Cheng Muan to be embarrassed and guilty because of this, she can wait, let alone a year, she has no hesitation for ten years.

It was noon when Cheng Mu'an woke up, the sun was shining through every crevice, the windows were ajar, and the breeze slowly blew the white curtains, like a dancing elf, which reminded him of Wen Xiaomiao's white ramie dance.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar room, a familiar furnishings, which used to be his room, and his heart was warm, and it was indeed a good feeling to go home.

"Miao Miao? Cheng Muan sat up and shouted.

Quietly no one responded.

Cheng Mu'an rubbed his temples, he drank too much last night, and he couldn't remember some things clearly, and after the worst, he only remembered that he kissed Wen Xiaomiao in the picturesque moonlight, and then he had no impression at all, and he didn't have any impression of how he returned to his room.

Cheng Muan put on his coat and walked outside the house, the flower beds on both sides of the stone road outside were full of newly planted flowers, and Liu Kuo thought a lot.

Cheng Muan walked to the front hall and saw a maid in the hall to clear the dust.

"Who are you? Cheng Muan asked.

"Slave Ping'er, I've seen the master. Ping'er hurriedly knocked on Anfu, she had already heard of Cheng Mu'an's name, but she had never had a chance to see it, and now this legendary character is in front of her, and she is really a fairy-like person.

Cheng Muan said lightly: "You still call me the third son." "Sir, the word reminded him of his father.

"Yes, ma'am?" Ping'er thinks that Wen Xiaomiao's name has to be changed.

"Third lady, where is she?" Cheng Muan asked.

"In the kitchen." Ping'er replied.

"Hmm." Cheng Muan nodded and left.

Ping'er watched Cheng Mu'an's back disappear behind the door, and it really lived up to his reputation, no wonder his family's two thousand gold was obsessed with him, he was not only good-looking but also very modest.

Cheng Muan walked to the kitchen, and didn't see any subordinates along the way, it seems that Liu Kuo didn't arrange many subordinates for him, I'm afraid it was also to avoid suspicion, so as not to be misunderstood as spying on him, and let him choose by himself.

As soon as he approached the kitchen, he smelled the smell of green onions in a pot, which smelled very good.

Cheng Mu'an gently opened the door curtain, and saw Wen Xiaomiao's busy back, she had changed into her usual clothes, her hair was simply curled, no longer the rose hairpin, but the very ordinary hosta, the first gift he gave her.

"Miao Miao." Cheng Muan called.

Wen Xiaomiao turned around and saw Cheng Mu'an standing at the door, and said with a smile: "Brother An, have you slept well?" You slept so deeply, just eat lunch, are you hungry? It's almost ready, there's a lot of smoke here, you go to the hall and wait, let Ping'er make you a cup of tea first. ”

Cheng Muan approached Wen Xiaomiao and looked at her seriously, her eyes were clear and bright, not shy, not embarrassed, and her face was not flushed, just looking at him with a happy face.

It seems that he drank too much last night and had a sweet dream all night, if Wen Xiaomiao became his woman, I am afraid it would not be as calm as it is now.

"How many people are there in the family?" Cheng Muan asked.

Wen Xiaomiao turned around and continued to stir-fry, and replied: "Only Uncle Li and Ping'er, Ping'er was given to me by Gu Shuting, and she took care of me when I was in Gu's house." "It's so dangerous, if you keep looking at each other like this, she'll have to show her stuff.