For some ulterior reason, Lou Que went to the Garden of Meditation the next day.

The second young master of the Lou family is really not easy, first he was beaten by his brother and daughter-in-law, and then he was frightened by his younger brother, I thought that the matter was over, who knew the twists and turns, and I would be frightened by the same brother again at this time.

Lou Que didn't say much, only dropped a sentence: "The lives and futures of more than 100 people in the Lou family are in the hands of the third sister-in-law. ”

Lou Min was beaten by Lou Que yesterday morning, and he thought he was already very honest, so he inevitably felt a little wronged at this moment.

Before he could shout grievances, he suddenly remembered that the girls were secretly discussing, saying that the second grandmother invited the third grandmother over yesterday, and he was so imposing that he didn't know what to say.

Lou Min thought he understood, and couldn't help patting his pillow and gritting his teeth and scolding: "I'm not a person who doesn't know whether to live or die, since I already know that my younger brothers and sisters are honest and sincere, where do I dare to make up my mind?" Why did my brother and sister suffer grievances in Shensi Garden yesterday? It must be the jealous woman of the Zhu family - I will not spare her! ”

"Well, I'm just trying to persuade you in vain. Second brother, take care of your injuries. Lou Que smiled and got up to say goodbye.

After going out, there was an unexpected person waiting for him under the porch.

Lou Que didn't stop at his feet, and arched his hand perfunctorily: "Miss Chen Si." ”

Chen Jingzhen lifted the corner of his skirt, ran over with a "knock knock", stuffed something into Lou Que's hand with a red face, turned around and ran.

"Miss Chen, please stay!" Lou Que shouted.

Chen Jingzhen trembled in fright and stood still involuntarily.

Lou Que looked down at the things in his hand and was slightly stunned.

It was a concentric Fang Sheng woven with a big red brocade ribbon, wrapped in a pink and white silk handkerchief.

The meaning of Tongxin Fang Sheng is self-evident, but Lou Que doesn't have the heart to pay attention to this at this time.

He held the silk handkerchief in his hand and held it up in front of Chen Jingzhen: "Where did this handkerchief come from?" ”

The veil is made of fine silk weaving, which is soft and beautiful. There is a lotus flower embroidered on it, the petals and petals are nestled against each other, the stamens and stamens overlap each other, delicate red and tender yellow, extremely lingering.

Chen Jingzhen's face was flushed with a small melon seed, his hands pinched the corners of his clothes, and he couldn't wait to bury his head in his neck: "Yes...... I'm embroidering and playing, don't dislike it. ”

"Hey!" Lou Que sneered.

Chen Jingzhen buried his head even lower.

Lou Que held on to the railing, not even bothering to look at her.

He didn't know what was beside him, this veil - that day in the ancestral hall, a woman who should have knelt down to hold the incense burner and sincerely repented embroidered in her hand, wasn't it this lotus flower?

A widow who bears the stigma of losing her virginity is in the solemn ancestral hall, pinching the thin embroidery needle with her slender and graceful fingers, embroidering the lingering affection one by one.

At that time, he thought that Gu Jing Wubo's heart, like the pink and white silk handkerchief, was easily pierced by the embroidery needle that was so thin that it was almost invisible.

How could someone in his building not be a gentleman yesterday? The untimely lotus flower under the window of the ancestral hall that day had already bloomed in his heart!

"Kirijie, what are you laughing at? Are you laughing at my bad embroidery? Chen Jingzhen finally raised his head nervously.

Lou Que narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "How can it be bad?" I've lived all these years and I've never seen a better needle and thread than this. I just think it's a pity, how can there be no water in the lotus place? Please Miss Chen Si don't be tired, how about adding a few more needles of water to nourish this flower? ”

The smile on Chen Jingzhen's face froze again as soon as it bloomed.

At the same time, Lou Que himself was also stunned. His face changed, and he suddenly unfolded the veil completely, pinching the corner and seeing that his eyes were straight.

In the inconspicuous corner of the veil, three dark green silk threads of different shades were entangled, like a pen on the drawing paper, which was clearly not part of the pattern, but there was no sense of abruptness.

Lou Que looked at it several times, his ears were "buzzing", and his heart was almost jumping out of his throat.

"Tongjie ......" Chen Jingzhen was about to cry.

Lou Que finally came back to his senses and looked at her coldly, like looking at a clown jumping off the beam.

Chen Jingzhen's tears finally fell: "Tongjie, I didn't mean to lie to you, I ...... I'm not good at needlework, I bought this veil from the Brocade Pavilion, I just hope you like it—at least the concentric knot I made up after a few days of learning it myself......"

Before she finished speaking, Lou Que had already thrown the concentric Fang Sheng back into her arms: "Take it!" ”

But the veil was still clutched tightly in his hand, and he had no intention of returning it.

Chen Jingzhen saw that the green tendons on the back of Lou Que's hand jumped up, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak for a long time.

Seeing that he had returned her concentric Fang Sheng, the more the little girl thought about it, the more embarrassed and aggrieved she felt, and finally stomped her feet and ran away crying.

Lou Que was stunned for a while, slowly stretched out his hand into his arms, took out a rather old pink silk handkerchief, and unfolded it.

The same position, the same three strands of dark green silk thread twisted into a strand, the same casual and elegant stitch freehand -

Lou Que settled down, stuffed the two handkerchiefs into his arms, and went down the steps like a gust of wind.