Then, he looked out the window and said meaningfully: "Her temperament is too much like her mother." Her mother was the same age as her, riding a horse on the long street, and flashed before my eyes. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes, just one glance, it is unforgettable. ”

Steward Fan still lowered his head, thinking of his old man, and said slowly in a tone that was neither shallow nor deep: "Yes, Mrs. Jiang is loyal and martyr by nature, and she has the freedom of a man, and she does not lose the gentleness and softness of a woman. Today's three girls are becoming more and more like Jiang Niangzi's demeanor back then. ”

Shen Wang's eyes were motionless and staring out the window, his thoughts were drifting away, and he couldn't erase the appearance of the old man in his mind.

Eight years have passed, Mei Lan, our daughter has grown up, and as you wish, her daughter is becoming more and more like you.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune......

A loquat tree in the courtyard outside the window has not blossomed and borne fruit for many years, and it lives alone in the courtyard. Green leaves come in spring, and fallen leaves come in winter, standing quietly in the wind and moon in the year.

The south wind blew, and the leaves rustled, and a few half-yellow, half-green leaves fell.

In Mingyue Fang, the perfumers are working in an orderly manner in the courtyard, making different spices according to different spice recipes, while Shen Mixiang is concentrating on the recipe of the new fragrance in the small room alone.

Shen Wang didn't agree with her running a business outside, so she was only in charge of one of the four incense shops under the Shen family's name, which was Chenxiangzhai. When she has nothing to do, she will go to Chenxiangzhai to check the sales of spices herself, but more often she only stays in Mingyuefang to concentrate on researching new spices.

The batch of Nanqiang herbs that just arrived two days ago happened to be the last key ingredient in her new spice recipe. Therefore, in the past few days, she will take Iris and Shi Hu to Mingyuefang every day before dawn.

"Girl."

Shen Mixiang was adding different kinds of herbs to the white porcelain cup, and at the same time crushing it regularly with a jade pestle, when suddenly there was a slightly urgent sound of iris outside the door.

"Come in and talk."

After the words fell, Iris pushed the door in, hurriedly walked to Shen Mixiang's side in a few steps, and said, "Girl, Duan Gongzi came to look for you and was waiting outside the workshop." ”

After a pause, Shen Mixiang raised her head in surprise and confusion: "Duan Feibai? Didn't you ask him what he was doing with me? ”

"Asked." Iris said, "But Duan Gongzi only said that he wanted to see you, and he didn't say anything about the others, so I don't want to ask too much." Girl, do you see this? ”

Thinking of Duan Feibai's indecent face, Shen Mixiang didn't want to pay attention to it, frowned and said, "Tell him that it's inconvenient for me now, just find a reason to send him away." ’

Iris replied: "It's a girl, I'll go." ”

After a while, Iris came back from outside, with a sad face: "Girl, Duan Gongzi insisted on not leaving, saying that he must see you today." ”

Shen Mixiang looked at the work that was still half completed in her hand, and then thought of the rumored personality of this Duan eldest prince, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly: "Then please wait outside for a while longer, and when I am done, I will naturally go out to see him." ”

Iris understands that this is already the last compromise of her own girl, if Duan Feibai is unreasonable and asks the girl to go out to see him immediately, I am afraid that the girl will say that she will not see him today.

When Iris came back, she didn't open the door again, but whispered to her outside the door: "Girl, Duan Gongzi said that he would wait, girl, you can do your own thing." ”

"Well, got it. It's hot, you make a pot of tea and send it to Duan Gongzi to quench his thirst. ”

"Yes, girl."

After the sound of Iris's footsteps faded away, the door was quiet again, and Shen Irika continued to complete the rest of the process.

Outside Mingyue Fang, Duan Feibai was dressed in a white ink robe, and he really waited quietly in the carriage. The curtain of the silver-gray brocade curtain was rolled up and hung aside, and the people inside could see every move clearly.

From time to time along the street, passing by three or two passers-by, it was clear that Duan Feibai was sitting in the carriage, waiting outside someone else's house but not entering, and he couldn't help but be surprised again, and gossip was everywhere.

Who has such a face, and dares to let Duan Feibai wait in person?