It is late autumn, the rain is quite abundant, in previous years, the autumn rain in Chang'an has not been so frequent, but this year it is a little stranger, a month down, only a few days of sunshine.

Although most of the people have not yet realized it, many courtiers and nobles have smelled a hint of mountain rain coming and the wind is full of buildings in this day and night of wind and rain.

This autumn and winter will definitely not be calm, and Chang'an City is afraid that there will be a big change.

Inside the Seven Star Pavilion.

The seven pavilion masters often go out early and return late these days, so Rulan, who is idle, has already learned how to pass the time, and she is not anxious when she is trapped in the pavilion, and she is very patient to lean against the window and listen to the rain day after day.

Occasionally, when I'm in a bad mood, I'll call a few little maids in the cabinet to do things.

For example, pinching her shoulders, beating her back, pouring tea, and playing chess.

It's also strange to say, when Rulan first arrived, she should have started as a little maid, but she served the seven pavilion masters abnormally, but she was also a light and leisurely person.

What's even more strange is that those little maids in the pavilion did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, often Rulan pointed to where to go, which also made Rulan very proud.

Rulan only felt that it was the maids who saw that they were serving the pavilion master, and they had the heart to scold themselves, and they were actually publicizing day after day.

On this day, it was still pouring rain, the sound of rain, the sound of rain falling on the streets, the sound of falling on the eaves、...... Rulan listened carefully, but she also thought it was very interesting.

There are also fresh flowers in front of the door, trembling with rain in her field of vision, dignified and no longer dignified, but with a unique style.

When the interest came, Rulan asked someone to bring a cup of tea and a piece of drawing paper, rendering the scenery in the rain on it, and entertaining herself.

After painting, she greeted a little maid with confidence and asked, "Say, how did I paint?" ”

Although the cow's head was not in the horse's mouth, the little maid still said respectfully: "Sister Rulan's painting is really good." ”

"I still have eyesight!" Rulan patted her, "I'll let the pavilion master reward you when I go back." ”

The surrounding maids all pursed their lips and secretly laughed when they heard this, but the little maid only smiled lightly and retreated silently.

Rulan saw some ridicule, became angry, grabbed the teacup next to her and threw it to the side.

The paintbrush arced through the air, flying straight towards a purple-clad maid.

"Oops!" The teacup fell and shattered to the ground, and the purple-clothed maid who was hit screamed softly in pain, and blood continued to flow on her head.

"Sister Zixian, are you okay?" The surrounding maids hurriedly put down their work and surrounded them, as if they were concerned and eager.

Although this purple fairy is not very old, he is born with a clever mouth and a wise heart, which is very popular with everyone.

"It doesn't matter." Zixian quickly took care of the wound and said lightly: "Sister Rulan is really good kung fu, it was Zixian who stood in the wrong position and blocked my sister's way." ”

Rulan had no intention of smashing her, and she felt guilty, but where could she pull down her face to apologize, so she snorted coldly: "That's it." Can you be careful when you walk? ”

"How can you talk like that?" A maid couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded and said, "You think we want to tolerate you, it's not."

"Alright." Zixian interrupted lightly. "Let's not disturb Sister Rulan's purity."

"Retire first." After that, Zixian owed slightly, turned around and left.

The surrounding maids also had cold faces and followed her with their sleeves.

"Stop." Rulan only felt embarrassed, and scolded angrily: "Did I let you go? ”

Zixian stopped when he heard this, but he didn't look back, and was silent for a long time before he said: "There is no rule in the Seven Star Pavilion, so we must obey your sister's orders. ”

After a pause, Zixian cleared her voice and said, "After all, my sister lives here, don't forget your duty." ”

The voice is gentle and pleasant, but there is a trace of indescribable coldness and fear.

Rulan blushed hurriedly and hurriedly said, "Who told you that I live here, aren't you afraid that I will tell the pavilion master?" ”

"Sister, please feel free." Zixian said: "We are the pavilion master, and we are much more valuable than you as a maid who can only serve tea and pour water." ”

"You ......." Rulan still wanted to argue something, but the group in front of her disappeared unconsciously.

"What the hell." Rulan said fiercely.

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The inn is very lively today, just because this time Yi Jiu swaggered in the prime minister's costume and took a little groom to the door.

Half an hour ago.

The little groom of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion blinked curiously: "Why is Lord Zuo Xiang so swaggering today?" ”

He understands his own prime minister very well, if he can walk, he will not take a carriage, and if he can't walk, he will not take a carriage.

Therefore, the miscellaneous servants in the house envied him, and he only had to work a few times a year.

To put it bluntly, Yi Jiu just thought that the carriage was too gorgeous and ostentatious, which covered up his abundance and handsomeness.

Yi Jiu knocked his head with a fan: "Mo Poor, my lord, I have to go to see my daughter-in-law today." ”

"Look at my daughter-in-law!?" The little groom was energetic, and he invited Yi Jiu into the sedan chair in a hurry, and pasted a lot of big red flowers on the carriage, and then went out in style.

Half an hour later.

Xu is heart was excited, and the little groom went all the way, until Yi Jiu was already dizzy, and then he arrived at this inn.

"My lord, my lord, it's here, it's here." The little groom happily lifted the curtain and invited out Yi Jiu, who had a black face.

Finally took a carriage but was about to lose his life, this groom is too small, can't hold his breath, go back and have to let the housekeeper change a more reliable one.

The owner of the inn didn't know what the wind was blowing to Lord Zuo Xiang, and he was busy and respectfully invited him in.

Yi Jiu shook his fan, dressed in a crescent white robe, sat on the chair and smiled faintly, gladly accepting the flattery from all directions, listening with his head bowed, gentle and polite, and elegant and graceful.

provoked another round of admiration, and asked in his heart that the young prime minister was sitting in this safflower carriage, did he come to pick up the bride.

Occasionally, he was bold enough to ask: "The Prime Minister is like this, but you come to see the lady you like?" ”

Yi Jiu nodded meaninglessly: "Hmm." ”

As soon as the words fell, the women in the inn all blushed, looked at each other, and quickly divided into a superior.

So a good-looking woman, Shi Shiran, stepped forward, sat next to Yi Jiu, and replied shyly: "Lord Yi, the little girl has not been married yet, I don't know the adult..."

Yi Jiu: "......"

Just as he was embarrassed, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the room, which were extremely heavy and eager. Yi Jiu's indifferent gaze lit up slightly, and the smile on his face that was always on his face also showed a bit of sincerity.

When they saw this, they all looked back.

"Yi Jiu! I'm your uncle! The door was suddenly pushed open, bringing a little dust, and the sun shone into the aisle from the outside in, revealing a heroic face between the dancing dust, but with some childish recklessness and childishness.

Seeing Yi Jiu sitting on the chair, a little distance from the good-looking girl, Jia Mo changed his attitude to smile and looked at Yi Jiu.

The people around were embarrassed for a moment, and the girl also blushed and turned back.