"The young lady made beautiful winter boots for days and days, and kindly sent them to the new Miss Mei. Ziqing only hopes that the young lady's kindness will not be wasted in the future..."The bluestone path under the warm sun, Xinyue Ziqing is heading to Wuju Xuan. Ziqing, who was holding a pair of embroidered winter boots, followed Di Li Di Li behind Xinyue.

From the first time she saw Mei An, Ziqing was inexplicably repulsed. She couldn't tell why, the woman's sixth sense told her that Mei An's fox eyes were deep, which made her feel a trace of unspeakable unpredictability.

Ziqing chattered all the way, but Xinyue didn't listen to it. She only watched the scenery along the road, and there was only beauty in her eyes that were as pure as paper.

Looking at the past in the field of vision, not far from Wujuxuan, the light white courtyard wall is dyed pink, and the weeping willows surround the wall courtyard. The humble Wuju Pavilion in the past has now been given a new look.

Xinyue Ziqing and the two of them came to the outer door of Wujuxuan from far to near, Xinyue buried her head in her head, and was about to pass through the arch when Ziqing said in surprise, "Huh, Mei Xiangxuan?" Young lady, this court plaque without a residence has a new name? ”

Ziqing raised her head and neck, her gaze fixed on the court plaque, she stopped and did not move, her face was infinitely surprised. Xin Yueben is careless and never cares about details. Hearing her say this, she also stopped and looked up.

I saw that on the plaque of the court, the light pink color paved the way, and the words of Mei Xiangxuan were beautiful, and the dragon and phoenix danced like eye-catching.

The shape of these handwriting is the same as the inscription of Xin Yuexuan. No matter how you look at it, how familiar it is, Nan Sheng's handwriting has been recognized, and Xinyue knows it in her heart.

Ziqing looked left and right, looked up and down for a long time, and seemed to see the original owner of the inscription, she couldn't help blurting out, "This, this looks like the handwriting of the son." ”

When she looked sideways at Xinyue, she saw that Xinyue seemed to be lost. Knowing that he had an extra mouth, he quickly closed his mouth.

Xinyue lowered her head and said nothing, only silently passing through the arch. Ziqing looked worried, and followed closely behind.

Mei Xiangxuan's elegant house is large, the eaves are surrounded by green leaves and creepers, and small red lanterns are hung at both ends of the cornice, and strings of small red lanterns are swaying with the wind.

At this time, the house was quiet and relaxed. In front of the hollow carved window in the center of the room, there is a red table and chair where two people can sit opposite each other, and a bowl of beauty soup is placed on the table. Mei An sat at the table, picking up the soup bowl and blowing the hot air.

"Miss, this soup is still steaming, be careful to burn your mouth." The girl standing beside her looked at her with shrewd eyes.

This girl is tall and thin, taller than Mei An looks. Like Mei An, a white melon seed face. It's just that she was born with a pair of single eyelids, which is a big failure on her face.

Since Mei An entered the Nanwang Mansion, and then at Mei An's request, she also followed her from the original mansion. Because she has served Mei An carefully, she can also be regarded as Mei An's confidant. This girl's name sounds neutral and famous.

"Miss May is in the house? Young Lady Xinyue is here. With Ziqing's questioning outside the door, Xinyue Ziqing followed into the house.

Mei An saw Xinyue in vain, and a trace of surprise appeared on her face. He put down the soup bowl in his hand, slowly stood up, and owed slightly. Huazhong also saluted, "The young lady is fine." ”

"Sister Yue, please sit down." Mei An looked at Xinyue with her eyes, and finally greeted her with a smile, Xinyue smiled and nodded, and sat down with Mei An.

After Xinyue sat down, she looked closely at the room, and the whole room was full of fairy spirit. Under the fluttering pink curtain, a dreamy and elegant bed. The room is fully furnished, and there are all kinds of Mei'an in Xinyue Xuan.

Xinyue admired the bed for a moment, and then looked at the wall again. The rose-red embroidery on the wall, painted with clusters of plum blossoms, in the snow, the white is transparent and red, and the delicate and proud stands.

And the eyes moved to the bedside table, where a pink oil-paper umbrella stood upright. The surface of the umbrella seems to have a red mass, because the umbrella surface is not stretched, and I don't know what pattern is drawn. Xinyue suddenly thought wonderfully, "This is the color of plum blossoms everywhere, it can't be the plum blossoms that are painted, right?" ”

Mei An seems to be extremely enthusiastic about plum blossoms, and the shadow of plum blossoms can be captured in every corner of Mei Xiangxuan. Xinyue asked her a little puzzled, "Sister Mei, I don't know anything." There are countless flowers in this world, why only have a soft spot for plum blossoms? ”

"Because I have plum in my word, and my birthday is in early March. The plum blossoms have not withered at the beginning of the month, which shows that this flower is proud of life. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the fragrance of flowers fills the heart of the garden. Sister Yue, think about it, when you are in this unique fragrance, isn't it a great thing in the world? Mei An gently shook the plum blossom fan with one hand, and her smiling eyes were deep, as if she couldn't see the deep meaning.

She shook the delicate thin woven fan, the red and white plum blossoms on the fan swayed in front of her eyes, Xinyue's eyes were firmly attracted, and the bright colors spread out in her eyes one by one......

Before Xinyue could speak, Mei An opened her red lips again, "Nansheng heard that I like plum blossoms, so he sent gardeners to plant plum saplings for my back garden...... Come to think of it, on the winter solstice, my sister will come again, and this is not a sea of flowers. ”

A smile flew across Mei An's face, overflowing with satisfied pleasure. She stretched out her hand and gently pushed open the carved window, and looked at the open window, and Xinyue's eyes lit up.

In the unfinished garden behind the house, a rockery was lonely and bare. Nowadays, the vacant land next to the rockery is planted with plum green seedlings, which seems to have a trace of vitality. The soil is fertile and can be reached by sunlight. Mei An is right, after the winter solstice here, the plum blossoms are set to bloom colorfully.

Nansheng is really a caring person, and he quietly thinks about Mei An. Although Nansheng is kind by nature, he is also enthusiastic about women. But how to say it, Nan Sheng carried himself on his back and planted a plaque for another woman, and Xinyue still had a trace of vinegar in her heart.

"It's good that Sister Mei is happy." Xinyue forcibly suppressed the vinegar and smiled generously. He waved sideways at Ziqing and smiled at Mei An, "There is a pair of winter boots made by Xinyue here, which is Xinyue's heart for Sister Mei." The handicraft is still lacking, and I ask my sister to laugh. ”

Seeing the situation, Ziqing held the winter boots in both hands and presented the winter boots to Mei An's eyes. Mei An only glanced at Huazhong, and Huazhong, who was standing on the side, immediately understood, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the winter boots.

"Sister Lao Yue bothered, Mei An is grateful." Mei An smiled on her face, shook the plum blossom fan lightly, looked at the pair of boots in Huazhong's hand, and sincerely thanked Xinyue.

Xinyue returned to Xinyue Xuan, but Nansheng did not see her figure. In the corner of the wall at the head of the bed, an oil-paper umbrella dragged Xinyue slowly closer, and she picked up the oil-paper umbrella and stretched it out. On the dark red umbrella surface, a plum blossom is dazzling.

This dark red oil-paper umbrella reminded Xinyue of that stormy night. On a stormy night under the oil-paper umbrella, Nansheng's white face was as white as a mirror, and the eyes smiling at her were like plum blossoms on the umbrella, blooming brilliantly and could not be forgotten......