Shen Yuan frowned and said, "It's bitter when you drink it, is something broken, didn't you find it?" ”

Scarlet Yue's face was shocked when she heard this, and she hurriedly distinguished: "No, girl, every time the slave maid cooks the summer soup, she picks it with her own hands, and she never dares to make any mistakes." She tried to recall the situation when she was cooking the soup, but she didn't recall anything wrong, but she was more stable and thought of the key, "Oh, could it be that the heat hasn't passed, and the girl is weak and can't stand it, so what kind of illness did she have?" ”

Shen Yuan was reminded, and he also felt a little reasonable: "That's right...... Scarlet Cloud, did you feel that it tasted weird when you held that quiche just now, and you wanted to vomit when you smelled it? ”

Scarlet Cloud frowned, his head shook like a rattle, and his face was full of innocence: "No, girl, the slave smells of milk, and it's the same as before." ”

After receiving such an answer, Shen Yuan became more and more strange, sighed and rubbed the corners of his forehead, and wondered if he really had something wrong again. She is not afraid of any more illness, but on this day, it is somewhat unpleasant.

"Don't worry, girl, why don't we go out and ask a doctor to take a look, okay?" If it's really because of something, as long as we know, we won't be afraid, right? ”

Scarlet Moon sighed silently, waved her hand to signal Scarlet Cloud Sheng Tang, gently patted Shen Yuan's back, and comforted her master softly. "Yes, if the girl doesn't go out, the slave and maid will go back to Miss Sheng and tell her to go by herself." Scarlet Cloud nodded again and again, and brought a steaming bowl of lotus root stewed duck to the table.

"No, we can't delay today. I've been sick for not a year or two, and I'm not afraid of one more day. Shen Yuan vetoed, took a small white spoon, lowered his eyes and stirred carefully. The people on the stove have a heart, the floating oil foam in the lotus root soup is skimmed clean, the old ginger has been pickled, and there is no fishy smell of duck meat under cooking. Rao was so, she still smelled greasy, but it was okay, and she could bear it.

Zhongyuan Pudu, cautious and far away.

Sheng Qiuxiao seemed to be very eager, Shen Yuan had eaten, and before she could clean up, she had already come. Scarlet Cloud beckoned the Sheng clan to sit and rest for a while, and when Shen Yuan came out, he happened to see it at a glance, and they were both slightly amazed.

In Shen Yuan's impression, Sheng Qiuxiao is the top lady in the ink mandarin duck, and her dress has always been bright, although she is not as naturally charming as the warbler, she is also red and willow green. However, in front of him, the Sheng family at this time was dressed in color, a simple small-sleeved shirt, a long tunic skirt, a regular comb with a hanging bun, and only a plain silver butterfly was pressed on the sideburns.

Leaving the charming makeup, Qiu Xiao's appearance is bland, but with this simpler clothes, it has a more calm and gentle taste like melting snow in spring.

The gentle breath that came to his face made the cold fragrance Oiran who didn't like to smile almost irresistible.

When she was young, she was like duckweed, and all she hoped for was a corner of peace, and a warm embrace could give her a little respite. So she knew that Peacock Mountain's father and mother were bandits, but she was willing to live with peace of mind; knows that there is no good in the world for no reason, and still allows himself to be greedy for half a moment away from Syracuse; also knew that it was difficult to receive the favor of others, but he still followed his adoptive mother to Mojing and gambled on the joy of his life.

In the year that Miss Mingxiang was there, Shen Yuan couldn't do without her. Sheng Qiuxiao's body has a bit of a bright shadow on his body, and it is not the first time that this Oiran who is known for his cold beauty has been in a trance. Because of this, she doesn't like to be close to people, but she can get along happily with this unfamiliar Sheng family.

"Let's go?" Akishino didn't know what Oiran was thinking, so she stepped forward to hold her hand. It is rumored that Leng Xiang Oiran is happy to wear red clothes, and she is born with a bewitching face, but no one can see this scene at this time, her whole body is cold and luster, and her face is almost transparent, and there is no trace of rouge color. Qiu Xiao felt the coldness of his palms, and tried not to care. This kind of coldness, she has already understood it in the concept of immortality, but she still can't adapt to it all.

Shen Yuan didn't withdraw her arm, even if she didn't really like it. When she was a teenager, Miss Mingxiang also held her like this, took her to the street, and accompanied her to enjoy the lanterns. What's more, the Sheng family is good, and it doesn't hurt to be close.

In this worship, Mo Yu Mandarin did not go with them, and sent a few small servants to follow the guards. Sheng Qiuxiao also brought Xiaoju with him, although there were a lot of people in the group, it was not eye-catching to be quiet all the way. When the carriage arrived at Mochuan, the sky was already drooping and dark, and a few wisps of starlight passing by stuck to the surface of the river, inseparable from the lights of thousands of homes, so Mochuan became colorful and intertwined, chaotic and lingering, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a little fire or a starlight.

Shen Yuan made the fire with his own hands, carefully lit the wick, and Qiu Xiao accompanied her, holding the lamp for her. It got dark too quickly, and the moon in the sky was almost round, and finally it was no longer a crooked string. The lights on the river are bright, and there are not only them by the Mochuan River, but the lights of each house gather in one place, shining brightly. There are many lotus lanterns, and there is no shortage of boxy houseboats, leading the deceased to find their way home.

The lantern floats on the water, trembling towards the center of the river, and then drifts away with the current. There will be no Snow City this time, Shen Yuan held Qiu Xiao's hand and stood up carefully. The halo on the river is warm, and her robe also reflects the warm yellow color. This dress looks a little strange at first glance, it should be cut in half, half of the body is plain and white, half of the body is full of light gold patterns, a skein Ruyi palace silk is blocked at the waist, and the white crane sachet embroidered by the scarlet moon is embellished, which contains cloves, atractylodes, Huoxiang, Peilan, Angelica Angelica five-flavor incense, pure heart and mind, people are like its rhyme.

Sheng Qiu Xiao came to this building, and he had never seen a woman dressed like this. The cold fragrance Oiran was also not powdered, so it was enough, and he combed an inappropriate bun to cover his forehead, and subtracted a lot of smart charm out of thin air. Even so, it's still beautiful, and it can be seen that creation really has a preference. Sheng Qiuxiao took advantage of the gap between walking and talking, turned his face sideways and carefully looked at the face of the woman next to him, and couldn't help but feel touched.

Let go of the river lantern, and then go back to the street to burn incense and candles and offer paper. Qifeng has an old custom, using fresh cucumbers to carve into the shape of a boat, burning together, and attracting the undead.

Shen Yuan didn't say a word, pinched a Tai Chi Yin and Yang Seal with his fingers, and bowed his head deeply. Northwest Shen family, Peacock Mountain, Moyu maternal ancestor...... She suddenly realized that there were so many people she wanted to mourn, but she forgot the original self that she could never come back to.

The night breeze blew, and the soot scattered in all directions, and the dust that was kicked up carried by the choking smell of fireworks rushed to them like a curtain of heaven. Several people scrambled to beat the ashes, choking on a light cough. The strong discomfort was forced out again, Shen Yuan couldn't help but want to vomit, and a thick bitterness surged up in his throat, so he had to quickly tear off the sachet and put it close to the tip of his nose, and inhaled a few puffs of cool medicine and the fragrance could be suppressed.