The man with a jade-like face was wearing a moon-white brocade cloak, and inside was a purple four-clawed python robe inlaid with silver thread.

He was a little thin, and his eyes were as warm as moonlight.

What he was holding in his hand were two books with yellowed pages, which should be rare ancient books in the private collection of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, and he had come to return the book.

The man in purple walked slowly and calmly towards the bookshelf inside, and only stopped when he reached the place where the military book was originally stored.

His slender fingers slowly opened the book next to him and stuffed the ancient book inside.

Suddenly, through the undulating gaps in the books, he caught a glimpse of a woman sitting by the window, leaning against the wall and closing her eyes.

The man was startled and wanted to withdraw immediately.

But then, he faintly smelled a dull smell of charcoal coming to his nose.

He frowned, his steps paused slightly, and he waved his cloak lightly to investigate.

The woman leaned against the wall with her chest crossed, resting her head in front of the window, looking at ease, as if she had fallen asleep, but her face was crawling with an abnormal crimson, as if she was sick.

The man turned his eyes and saw two purple gold tripod furnaces at her feet, with a steady stream of hot gas coming out of the tripod furnaces, and the smell of charcoal became deeper and stronger, even a little pungent.

He couldn't help but shake his head lightly when he saw the woman's face.

First the two charcoal-burning stoves were removed, and then the windows were opened, and the cool breeze swept in from the windows, stirring up a bleak chill.

The woman only curled up tighter, frowned and muttered twice, and then went back to sleep.

The man waited until the dreary and dizzy smell of charcoal in the room was cleared, and then closed the window slightly, fearing that the wind would blow the pane open and wake her up, so after thinking about it, he took a piece of pastry from the food box beside her and sandwiched it in the gap in the window.

When he had done this, he was about to walk, when he heard the woman sneeze in her sleep.

After a little hesitation, he took off the moon-white cloak and gently draped it on the woman, and then left the library without looking back.

After a while, Cui Ling woke up slowly, of course she was awakened by freezing.

She stared sleepily at her cloak for a moment, until she woke up and found the intricately crafted moon-white cloak, which seemed too wide to resemble a man's shape, and she jumped up as if she had seen a ghost.

What happened just now, she scratched her head and thought about it for a long time, but she didn't think of anything.

Cui Ling was a little crazy, she read books in the library every day with the permission of the old lady and the county lord of Yining.

Because reading requires quiet, Hibiscus leaves first when she is sent here every day, and will not come to pick her up until she is about to eat lunch.

During this time, she was alone in the library cabinet.

The county lord of Yining spoke, and the little maid who took care of the library knew that the fifth grandmother was going to come over to study, and he would always avoid it.

The Library Pavilion was originally the private and important place of the Yuan family, and no one in the outer courtyard dared to come over at will.

Theoretically, at this point in time, no one else could enter here except her, so she just slept so freely and reassuringly.

But the man's cloak that she shook off the ground undoubtedly announced that someone had just come, and it was still a man!

Cui Ling was so anxious and annoyed that she was about to cry.

It's not that she feels that she has been taken advantage of, in fact, she has carefully examined herself, her clothes are intact, and she has not been molested in the slightest. Traces of desecration, she believed that the man who covered her with a cloak was a piece of kindness.

But the problem is, she's a married woman!

Yuan Wulang was not long ago in the letter. Bare. Nude had warned her to keep in mind the conduct of women, and although she scoffed at it, the cloak under her feet, if it had been seen, would have been washed by jumping into the Yellow River.

Cui Ling knows very well that she has no feelings for her mother's Anning Bofu, in fact, Anning Bofu is not her strong backing, if she is disliked by the Yuan family, then there is no support for her mother's family, and she is at fault when she talks about this matter, and she will not live in the future!

She thought about it and decided that she still wanted to destroy the evidence immediately.

There was a blue and white porcelain painting jar in one corner of the room, and Cui Ling kicked the cloak all the way to the front of the painting jar with his foot, and then picked up the cloak with his fingertips and threw it in disgust.

In order to ensure that it was not exposed, she also vigorously smashed her clothes into it with scrolls, and arranged them neatly.

After doing this in one go, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After all this, she was a little unhappy.

So he picked up a few miscellaneous books from the bookshelf, put them in the food box that was almost empty, and went back with them.

Originally, she had to come here to study, because she was afraid that she would always hear the old lady tell her over and over again in the Tai'an Courtyard about Yuan Wulang's childhood, but now, since the library pavilion is not safe, it is better for her to go back to her house obediently.

No matter what, it is better to listen to Yuan Wulang's deeds than to be suspected of giving it privately.

As soon as Cui Ling came out of the door of the library pavilion, she saw Yuan Dalang, and she greeted Yuan Dalang with a busy smile, "Big brother, are you here to find books?" ”

She likes Yuan Dalang very much.

Although Yuan Dalang was born burly and mighty, a bit like the kind of copycat king she saw in the TV series in her previous life, he has a gentle personality, a delicate mind, and is very tolerant and kind to her.

Xu is lack of father's love in both lives, and Yuan Dalang, who is about the same age as Cui Chengkai, has become a kind of sustenance for her father's admiration.

Yuan Dalang also likes Cui Ling, in addition to being good-looking, the new fifth brother and sister is also very much like his beloved daughter Yue'er, with a similar temperament and similar speech, and even that reckless energy is almost the same.

He hadn't seen his beloved daughter for a long time, and he missed her a little.

Naturally, he passed on this longing for Yue'er to his five younger siblings.

When he looked at his five siblings, he always felt like he was looking at his daughter.

It was precisely because of this favor and concern that he hurried over as soon as he heard the news.

Yuan Dalang was anxious but tried his best to pretend to be nothing, he forced a smile, "Yes, I'll come to find a book." Are the five brothers and sisters going back to Tai'an Hospital? Why isn't there a little girl around? ”

Cui Ling blinked, and said helplessly, "The weather is cold, it's cold in the library pavilion, or it's warm in Tai'an Courtyard, I thought about it, or take the book back and read it, anyway, I'm not a reader in a hurry to go to school, and I don't need the experience of hard reading in the cold window." ”

She paused, "I didn't tell the girl yet, Hibiscus thought I would go back later." ”

Yuan Dalang thought about it, then pretended to be casual and said, "If you feel cold, burn a few more pots of charcoal, and our family can't afford it." In the end, it is better to read in a quiet place, and no one will disturb you in a pure place like the library pavilion. ”

He paused and asked, "How's that?" Usually no one comes to disturb the five siblings studying, right? Are there any idlers waiting for you today? ”