She is not a grass tree, but also a human being. Under the slight drunkenness of the green plum wine, in the boundless sea of flowers of the Immortal Concept, some strange feelings of the folding fan boy fell in her eyes, which were so straightforward and enthusiastic, and she couldn't hide them at all—more seriously, he didn't want to hide this Oiran at all.

But why?

When the lamp and the moon met, the depths of the eyes of the folding fan boy surged with emotions that made her unpredictable.

Shen Yuan knew that his face was extremely beautiful, but it was different from the enchanting beauty of watching the warbler, it was a kind of cold beauty that could not be blasphemed. The woman in this building is just a person who is sexual, and if her appearance is too cold, she will lose her color, but the rest of the height is not cold, which is not enough to make people have any thoughts of being too close.

In the past, the Mingxiang girl was also clear and beautiful, but in terms of appearance and eyebrows, she was also fresh and charming, such as the delicate spring flowers that bloomed beautifully, but the bearing of the whole body was noble, so as not to easily make people have a blasphemous heart. When she arrived at Shen Yuan, she just stood there, even if others coveted it, they were also stopped by the frosty look, and it was just a matter of looking at the beauty a few times, and it was pleasing to the eye, and few people really dared to move their hands and feet.

In this case, if you say a word that is interesting, it is inevitable, it is inevitable...... It's too far-fetched.

She didn't understand why she drank with each other all night on the night she said goodbye. Like a beautiful but unreal dream, when the wine was hot, she was also vigilant, for fear of making some unwritten things, but the fan boy was drunk, his eyes were misty, and he fell asleep.

Shen Yuan stayed for a little in the middle of the night, watching the folding fan boy fall asleep. This person obviously cherished the city, but he fell asleep in front of her unguarded-Shen Yuan did not expect this, and while he was at a loss, some soft places in his heart that had been sealed for a long time also seemed to be touched, and gradually awakened.

When the maid brought the medicinal oil given by the folding fan, Shen Yuan was also touched in his heart, but it was not much, and he quickly calmed down, and the silence was as usual, leaving only a shallow shadow. Later, she unintentionally remembered that there was a promise, but he did not show up, she didn't care very much, and even breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything could be like a glimpse of the past, and there would be no more involvement.

She never expected that this intersection would become more and more intense, and it would gradually get out of control.

When she was a child, Miss Mingxiang often told her that begging for a life in Lengxiang Pavilion was involuntary, and she had to keep her heart and control her feelings, so that she could be four or five points sure and be sure of her life.

This one emerged, thinking of love, Shen Yuan's heart became more and more depressed and troubled, and his feet involuntarily began to slow down, until he unconsciously stagnated. Scarlet Moon and Scarlet Cloud naturally did not find it difficult to sense the master's troubles, and without waiting for the two of them to speak and persuade them, Shen Yuan raised his hand and threw away the cluster of sandalwood plum branches, and ordered him to go back to the room in a muffled voice.

The temperature of the charcoal fire dispelled the wind chill and temporarily dispelled the depression of the Oiran a little. During the day, Shen Yuan rarely lies in bed, but today he made an exception and was lazy, pouring soup pots, hugging the quilt and leaning on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, like a sleeping cat. The two maids were instructed, and now they set up a few small pieces and served snacks and snacks.

The tea cup was painted with a golden silk mandarin duck pattern, Shen Yuan looked at it, and felt a little familiar, vaguely where had he seen it. The hot new almond tea is sweet and delicate in the mouth, because it is mixed with walnut kernels, the aftertaste is slightly bitter, and it has a unique flavor. Shen Yuan tasted it slowly, and suddenly remembered the trick.

Mandarin ducks in pairs, that is the favorite decorative pattern used by Miss Mingxiang. This almond tea is also Shen Yuan's favorite drink for Miss Mingxiang when she was young.

It's not an uncommon snack. The freshly laid fragrant rice is mixed with a little glutinous rice, the large plump and fresh sweet almonds are soaked in hot water, the skin is rubbed off, and the stone is ground into a thin pulp, and the sugar water is mixed with snowflake saccharification, and boiled in a large copper kettle.

This kind of sweet food is very popular in Mojing City, it is an ordinary street food, and it is sold in any liquor store and teahouse. Every household also loves to make a drink, or add sugar osmanthus, or sprinkle sesame seeds, crushed dried fruits, or mix hot milk, and also make a special trip to buy north and south apricots.

Miss Mingxiang is ingenious, when making sugar water, she first takes eggs, adds a little sesame oil and stirs well, heats it with a small hanger, and produces rich bubbles of cotton silk, and the sugar water is mixed into almond paste, and the copper kettle is boiled and drunk while it is hot. The almond tea made in this way, the color is white and slightly yellow, it makes people move their fingers when they look at it, the taste is delicate and smooth like fat, and no matter how picky the appetite is in front of it, they must also keep their mouths and lower their eyebrows, and bow their heads.

"Sister Yan, you have to remember, never listen to what others say, just look at what they do," it was also a cold winter day at that time, Miss Mingxiang plucked the charcoal ash of the stove and sprinkled it with a handful of spices ground by hand, "Sister is the best girl in the world, you can't let others deceive her." ”

Shen Yuan remembered clearly that Miss Mingxiang warmed her with the hand stove, and asked the little girl to stuff the soup woman into the futon, carried her to bed, and peeled a plate of melon seeds. Miss Mingxiang is the top brand, and she has a lot of entertainment all day long, and when she has leisure, she loves to accompany this little pavilion master and say something considerate to her.

Mingxiang is not a person who talks a lot, and her words must be to the point. She often said that the Ah Yan Hui of the Moyu family has deep roots, and relying on this, she will definitely turn evil into good fortune in her life, but this word "love" makes people unable to let go.

Memories seem to open the floodgates. Shen Yuan remembered that during the time of parting, Mingxiang always had to push off many invitations, spend many times more than usual, and accompany him wholeheartedly. When she was young, she didn't know how to part, she enjoyed the love of Miss Mingxiang with peace of mind, and she lived a long carefree life.

In such a happy and pleasant atmosphere, every word, every thing and everything is extremely clear in the memory, and what Miss Mingxiang said was almost imprinted in Shen Yuan's mind.

It was on a sunny afternoon, Miss Mingxiang made almond tea, the light yellow tea soup surface floated with dark red rose sauce, sprinkled with a little cooked fried sesame seeds that the little pavilion owner liked, and the blue and white small bowl with the floating water pattern of the golden mandarin duck was warmly soothed in winter.

That day, Mingxiang's dress was surprisingly pure, with a light green slanted long jacket, a white silk draped pleated skirt, loose hair and a low bun, and the whole body was not pearled. Shen Yuan was wrapped in a thick jacquard silk jacket, only when Mingxiang was tired for days, and finally had to relax when he was free, he naturally didn't want to be tired of gold and silver vulgar things.

The result? Shen Yuan was so absorbed that his thoughts gradually began to empty up, and he couldn't think of a word of reality. Unconsciously, the tea soup in her hand was a little colder, and the coolness spread from her fingertips, she was still confused, picked it up and took a sip, and coldly froze her throat, then she suddenly came back to her senses, put down the cup and rubbed the corners of her forehead, and what Mingxiang said that day also returned to her mind.