Shen Yuan is a very smart person, he didn't go in recklessly, he hid by the flowers at the door, pinched a flower casually while listening, and only after listening to a few words did he understand the cause and effect, so he deliberately spoke up, stirred up such a scene, and asked about the previous things.

For four whole years, Shen Yuan barely saw the sun, and his skin would be as white as snow. For the first three years, the decoction did not leave her mouth, lying or leaning all day long, which was inconvenient for her to move, but later she stopped taking the medicine, and she got used to it and didn't want to move. And two years ago, Shen Han was transferred out of the capital and returned to the northwest where the Shen family had been guarded for generations, and there was no one to see her. Before leaving, General Shen Xiao was most relieved that she was her younger sister.

That Boss Lu injured Shen Yuan, and Shen Han knew about it, so he set up a game, so that the Lu family was almost ruined. Shen Yuan was taking medicine when he heard about this, and he didn't say much, just unusually obedient, and didn't make any more fuss about refusing to drink the bowl of bitter medicine.

She thought that she would go on like this every year, but when she heard that she had a top brand again, she would inevitably think of Miss Mingxiang, and she witnessed a farce in the backyard, and after listening to the pavilion owner's story, she was a lot more interested in this top lady. Anyway, in the same cold incense pavilion, you can see it sooner or later...... After returning to the room, Shen Yuan cleaned up briefly, lay back on the bed, squinted his eyes, and calculated carefully.

I've been depressed and depressed for so long, maybe it's time to see the light of day again, otherwise how can I be worthy of others' sincerity and kindness...... Shen Yuan pressed a little warmth in his heart, and suddenly wanted to cry.

It's not easy to grow up safely, when the bandit mountain was broken, Daddy and Auntie gave her a way to survive, and I didn't think it was for her to hide in the house for the rest of her life, and she couldn't see anyone, and she couldn't see the light.

Every time he thought of this, Shen Yuan was entangled, and his mind would hurt when he thought about it deeply. That's it, it's useless to think about it for a hundred years, she understands this truth, so she has to breathe a long sigh of relief, hold the soft and fragrant quilt and fall asleep with her eyes closed, no matter how the world goes, go with it.

The mullion window is only slightly opened, the edge is decorated with a layer of light veil, the heat in the night breeze is exhausted, blowing in through the gaps, wrapped in contemplative incense, circling up and spreading in the whole room, the maid on night duty outside is drowsy by the armrest of the beauty couch, and is fluttered by this cool fragrance, but has a spirit.

The night of Leng Xiang Pavilion is quiet, and it is not as day and night as outsiders want to sing - Shen Yuan didn't want to go back to the General's Mansion at the beginning, and Shen Han also thought about it for a long time before he was willing to agree with confidence. As for why she doesn't want to, maybe she is used to being by her adoptive mother's side, or she doesn't want to be looked down upon and used by those powerful people as an after-dinner conversation. Don't say that you haven't experienced the Qinglou, the good lady was abducted, and there will be no kind words in those people's speculation.

If you want to complain, you can only complain about fate. Mojing City is so big, her face is too dazzling and has appeared in front of people early, even if she deliberately arranges to cover it up, there will be a day when she can't hide it.

In summer, the sky dawns early, and people often don't sleep long because of the heat. The two maids in Shen Yuan's room got up early and put down the layers of light sandalwood jacquard ice silk curtains by the window to prevent the dazzling sunlight from penetrating in. The curtain begonia pattern is as thin as a needle tip, which is the craftsmanship of Qifeng.

After years of not seeing the light of day, Shen Yuan's eyes seemed to have some problems, and she couldn't sleep steadily, she was a little afraid of the dark, and she couldn't hang a thick curtain to prevent a trace of light. She joked herself, so this is not good, that is not possible, I am afraid that this life is not a life that can only enjoy Qingfu.

When the smoke falls from the stove, the cold incense pavilion is active up and down. The front hall had already been sprinkled and cleaned, and I could vaguely see the flowers of the previous night. There are many little maids coming and going, carrying or carrying in twos and threes, sending tea and food everywhere. If you pay attention, it is not difficult to notice that they are quietly biting their ears. This is understandable, the life that is repeated day after day is always boring, and occasionally a little wave will be regarded as a good word, and talking to the little sister while working is also a relief from boredom.

The snow in the backyard bloomed red all night, and the petals were hung with dew, one by one crystal clear. While the morning dew did not disappear, it rolled down with a light touch, and was all put into a small snow-white porcelain vase. Scarlet Moon filled a whole bottle, straightened up with her somewhat sore back, rubbed her eyes with her hands, and waited for Scarlet Cloud to wash the tea set and go back together.

The sun slowly climbed higher, and when Shen Yuan woke up, the sky was about full bright, and the sunlight outside was just right, shining directly on the big lotus leaves in the large vat in the front yard, striking down a round shadow with a clear outline. Shen Yuan's room was shady, and the cold air of Da Bingjian hit people. The light is very soft, it comes in from the fine and dense warp and weft gaps of the gauze curtain, and wanders throughout the room, weaving a web of thousands of threads of warmth, bringing in a few wisps of warmth, making the room just hot and cold.

After a simple breakfast, the maid served Shen Yuan and changed into a lighter Hualuo round-necked shirt, embroidered with small clusters of milky white double-petaled roses on a sunny blue background, a pearl the size of a little finger on the neckline, lined with a snow-white cross-collared shirt, and a silver pleated milky white moonflower skirt.

"Don't comb your braids today, go out for a walk and put on a bun." As soon as Scarlet Yue, who was combing her hair, picked up the peachwood inlaid treasure comb, Shen Yuan gave an order. Scarlet Moon agreed, and her subordinates neatly dipped in flower dew, combed her long black hair with locks, and tied a small fallen ponytail for her.

Shen Yuan had already picked out the jewelry, and lined them up on the dressing table, with only a little chin, the maid immediately understood, and the mistakes were dotted in her hair. In the middle of the bun is a small green luan with a five-tailed tassel, and behind it is a tiresilk inlaid tortoiseshell wood hibiscus hairpin, and a pair of lotus-patterned white jade hairpins. Shen Yuan took matters into his own hands, dissolved the rouge, hooked a begonia on the tear mole, and dotted a thin layer of crimson lipstick, otherwise no longer applied any grease powder.

She had two pairs of ear piercings, and when she was young, the fortune teller said that she had a bad fortune in her life and wanted to break it. Shen Yuan didn't like this statement very much, so he only wore a pair of small red gold double-petaled begonia earrings all year round, and the extra pair rarely wore accessories because he hadn't seen anyone for a long time. Today, she suddenly became interested, personally picked out a pair of shiny jade drop bead pendants and put them on, picked up a fan and handed it to Scarlet Yue, covered the makeup mirror, got up and walked out of the room.

The weeping flower corridor on the second floor has not changed over the years, and the railing must be scrubbed twice a day by a rough maid, which has the luster of years of precipitation. Shen Yuan walked freely, walking aimlessly, and Scarlet Moon followed her and gently fanned her fan.

There are generally not many people during the day, especially now that the weather is still hot, there are even fewer people, but there are bursts of laughter from time to time at the west end of the second floor.