After all the phantoms ended, the little spirit fox finally breathed a long sigh of relief, but the spiritual power snow lotus was as quiet as a lonely falling cloud, and there seemed to be no waves on the petals.

The little spirit fox still doesn't know what love is, so annoying, it said in its heart, and finally repaid the guidance of this spiritual power snow lotus, and saw that the spiritual power snow lotus finally no longer conjured a figure and appeared on the lush petals, and randomly turned away.

Before leaving, its soft eyes wrinkled, and it couldn't help but glance back at the spiritual power snow lotus, somehow, the appearance of the spiritual power snow lotus actually made it give birth to a weak illusion of scattered mud and dust.

The little spirit fox's clear eyes did not shy away from looking straight at the flower, and suddenly something was about to overflow, and the corners of his mouth actually hooked a light sigh of the fox clan, and immediately, as if making a decision, he turned around and retracted his gaze, jumped a few times, and left the "Maple Garden" Snow Lotus Garden that was almost dazzling on the top of the mountain.

Three or four cedars are cold, two birds are noisy, a green bamboo curtain is hung, the breeze blows through the window lattice, and there is a red copper bamboo carved incense burner that is rare on the grassland pasture on the plane wood table table in the corner of the house under the wall, quietly spitting out the smoke of the moire-like cigarette.

Moving to the environment, three or two days have passed, a rare whitening rice paper on the desktop is lightly pressed by a sandalwood carved bamboo leaf bamboo branch delicate basket-like base night pearl, flying slightly up and down in the night wind, not able to break free, that looks quite like a butterfly with wings, no matter how hard you try, you can't save yourself.

Next to it is a pale gold silver stripe with dark edges, on which a pair of thin and slender white fingers gently rub a line of small words on the paper:

"If there is love, the quiet snow is dewed, and the heart is like a dream."

At the bottom right of the sticker, the word "Ling" is strong and powerful, but it does not lose its elegance and strangeness, and it also has a little unspeakable comfort and grandeur.

The silver-white moonlight finally fell from the window lattice, I don't know when, the moon has moved to the middle of the sky, the Milky Way quietly poured down and continued to track, halfway by the cedar Yin densely mixed feet, only a slightly blurred light and shadow, quietly and suddenly cast on the face of the slightly stunned woman in the window lattice, a dark haze.

Then, the woman smiled, sat up straight, put down the sticker, raised her wrist and pinched a thin rod Zihao, put the tail of the pen against the weak bone on the cheek of her cheek, thought about it carefully, and finally wrote her name carefully and carefully in the lower right corner of the pale gold silver vein next to the dark edge of the sticker:

"Blue Keman"

The three small characters are delicate and delicate, taking advantage of the vigorous and elegant word "Ling", which is quite like the shoulders of a handsome and sparse tall man, and is powerfully surrounded by a weak and lovely beautiful beauty.

Lan Keman put down the note, smoothed the whitened rice paper with his palm, and pinched a finer red sandalwood wolf, quietly thought for a long time, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and the pen was endless.

The man in the painting, Chang Xin stands, wearing an ink-colored silver-patterned robe with bamboo edges, slowly fluttering, and his glassy ink-colored eyes seem indifferent, but he has Ling Xingyue's unique cunning and affection, especially the thin lips and corners of his mouth, which quite shows a taste of "who else can I be".

Xiaoyu took the tea and ordered it, and came in to give Lan Keman a tea shop supper, the night was already deep, and the glass palace lamp sent by Situ had already been lit, plus the moonlight was clear, Lan Keman's bedroom was still as bright as the morning and day, although it was not dazzling, but it was also bright and visible.

"Miss, the night is already deep, the spring cold is still precipitous, and the night wind is also cold, you should use some refreshments and rest early!"

Lan Keman was not completely awakened by Xiao Yu's voice, in her dazed and stunned effort, Xiao Yu had already picked up the curtain and stood beside her with a tray around the screen, and put the tray in the corner of the big table, without waiting for Lan Keman's instructions, she carefully packed up those pen, ink, paper and inkstones, and when she saw the note, Xiaoyu seemed to pretend to be an unintentional glance, so she wrapped the note into the picture that was clear, as if unintentionally and intentionally to throw it into the miscellaneous objects that are no longer often used next to her.

"Wait."

Before Xiaoyu could understand, the pretty figure beside her had already stood up, passed by her side, reached out and snatched the sticker and the painting, and held it tightly on her chest.

Xiao Yu didn't dare to speak, but stopped moving the paper and pen items on Lan Keman's desktop, looking at Lan Keman looking down at the sticker in the palm of his hand, the clear lake in his eyes was surging like a tidal wave for no reason, and a line of tears finally came out of his eyes, quietly spilling on the chest of the ice silk.

Xiao Yu stopped what she was doing, no longer looked at the fruits and sweet brew in the food box, just sighed lightly, helplessly helped Lan Keman to let her lie on the couch, and then said in a muffled voice:

"Miss, don't cry anymore, the injury on your hand is just about the same, don't cry anymore and break your eyes, you see that Master Situ is worried about you, and he sent you these many glass palace lamps, I just hope that you can read more books and Nanqu, so that you can spend this long and difficult night, Miss, you relax your heart a little more, don't think about the superfluous things in the past, okay?"

"Now that spring is just around the corner, when this spring is warmer, I will accompany you to see the pointed shoots of the nasturtium on the grassland, which is also quite a scene, and then watch them grow up little by little, and wait until the summer, ten thousand nasturtiums bloom, and then it is really beautiful and tight, looking forward to the young master Situ has returned at that time, and can accompany Miss you every day."

Hearing Xiao Yu's words of concern, Lan Keman's somewhat overflowing eyes forcibly closed a few times, reluctantly dispersing the lake, looking at Xiao Yu and saying:

"Xiaoyu, you take out some of the words under my bed, Nanqu, I have some difficulty sleeping today, I see that your mind has been really delicate recently, and even your speech is a lot more elegant, you can choose it for me, anyway, you have also learned a lot of words with me."

Xiao Yu heard Lan Keman praise herself, she didn't feel a little blushing, today she has been thinking about Young Master Situ in her heart, of course, she is also thinking about the things that Chu Lian handed over to her, and when things are not busy, she works harder to read and read, those words that sound a little literary are what she saw and learned from the books that Young Master Situ sent before.