Shen Yuan hadn't seen Snow City for a long time. On her birthday, Syracuse came in a hurry, gave her Bailan Qinglu, and replied after a few greetings, saying that everything in the music hall was complicated, and she really couldn't get out. Shen Yuan believed it all and didn't think much about it. On this day, Syracuse came from the side door, and the people on the backyard door were obedient and quickly invited her. At that time, it was just dark, but fortunately she was prepared and had already changed her clothes.

"Brother Syracuse, the newly opened Hexiang wine, try it."

Hexiang wine is also known as snowflake wine, Guy used the snow on the branches of the cold moon in the next year, supplemented by pepper lotus leaves, accompanied by borneol cloves, which is better to relieve heat and heat. Shen Yuan poured the wine with his own hands, and there was an amber color in the small porcelain cup, which was very similar to her eyes.

Syracuse took it, took a light drink, and it was really refreshing. He is not a person who likes to drink very much, so he just accompanies Shen Yuan to drink two cups. "Hexiang drink less to cool off, greedy cups hurt the spleen and stomach, Sister Yuan, don't drink anymore." Syracuse took the lead in setting aside the wine cup, and the gaze that looked over was very soft, and it was a little different from him.

"I knew you would say this, Hexiang is not easy to obtain, it is difficult to have a good wine master in my family, but there is still a gentleman in charge of me." Shen Yuan glanced at him with disgust, but his hand still stopped as he said. There was no wind and no clouds that night, the blue sky and the moon was clear, the candle shadow was shaken red, the cold fragrance Oiran made a new Feixia makeup, the red fragrance rouge fluttered on the cheeks, and the candle was like a thin drunk. She rarely looks coquettish, and she is very stunning when she falls into the eyes of Syracuse.

Shen Yuan is beautiful, there is no doubt about it. I don't know if she hooked Qingdai, her eyes are deeper than usual, and she looks straight into the bottom of Snow City's eyes. Shen Yuan likes to look at Syracuse City like this, straightforward and undisguised, and not saying a word is enough to breathe people's hearts. It has never been easy to adapt to Syracuse, and at this time, he faintly felt that his face was hot, and he looked away in a panic. In such a scene, he felt a little inappropriate, so he had to cover his sleeves and cough dryly, covering up his embarrassment, and holding a small wine jug and filling it for each other.

"Yes, Hexiang is not easy to get, I don't know where Sister Yuan found a good winemaker?" After pouring the wine, Snow City had already turned around, and gently put the wine cup in front of Shen Yuan, and asked casually.

Syracuse City's momentary embarrassment, Shen Yuan saw it all, secretly found it interesting, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to tease a few words, but the words came to his mouth but were blocked. She was not in a hurry to drink, tilted her head slightly and gave her a rather funny look, and said with a smile: "Isn't it Lin Yu?" You've seen it, the one who came the year before last, the tall, thin, and non-talkative one. Seeing that Snow City was suddenly in shape, Shen Yuan said again, "Originally, she had never brewed Hexiang, but last year's snow fell well, so she simply asked her to try it." ”

"Just give it a try?" Syracuse was obviously surprised when he heard this, and then joked, "In this way, this flavor and fragrant wine should belong to Sister Yuan, and I am fortunate to follow it." ”

"Snort...... Brother Syracuse, you laugh at people, you really can't resist it. Shen Yuan couldn't help but sneer, a pair of peach blossom eyes were shining, and he was completely like a little daughter. The two of them raised their glasses and drank each other, and no matter how many words they spoke, they melted into the aroma of amber wine.

There was no scene in the front yard in the back garden, and Shen Yuan only knew that when he came, there was a silk lamp hanging upstairs, which was the same as a few years ago, and it was also like a fish. The lights and shadows hit the acacia tree in the front yard through the window lattice, casting a sway. She didn't know that Sheng Qiuxiao had changed into the outfit of the day, her hair was combed high into a frightening bird, just pressed the filigree Huasheng, her long eyebrows were in the sideburns, her mouth was Zhu Dan, her rouge was like a dizziness, and the fine powder was like snow.

The special feature of Sheng's lies in this, in fact, it is just an ordinary jasper, and it must be met with skillful makeup to know its charm. However, whether she or Guanying, she may not be inferior to Shen Yuan, because the ink is beautiful and beautiful, and there is a rebellious body on her body. And although the two of them are either slightly inferior in appearance or lack of talent, they are willing to follow the trend. At this point, Mo Yuan knew very well, and she also knew that one day Shen Yuan would leave-it was not a thing in this pool, and it could not be hidden for a while.

When that day comes, where will I go? Mo Yuyuan didn't know, and he didn't dare to know, so he would rather keep deceiving himself. She really tried her best to protect Shen Yuan as much as possible,

"Madame, look, how beautiful." Shui Fu still didn't notice the dark tide surging, and accompanied the ink mandarin duck to enjoy the dance, and couldn't help but praise Qiu Xiao again and again.

"Oh?" Her wife came back to her senses, her eyes refocused on the flower platform, looked at Qiu Xiao for a moment, and nodded: "It's good, it's not in vain." Mo Yuyuan wanted to call Shui Zhi to add tea, but when the words came to his mouth, he remembered that Shui Zhi had already been sent by himself to accompany the two people in the back garden.

"Shui Fu, go get some water."

"Oh, yes."

The little maid was taken away, and the Lord of the Moyu Pavilion closed his eyes and rubbed the corners of his forehead. The hall was very lively, and she should be satisfied, but at this time, she only felt noisy. The world is never good, although it is not bad, but it is never lacking in bad things. Last month, Qifeng sent a message, saying that the salt field has been thin recently, and if it is not guaranteed, it will lose money. Mo Yu Yuanyuan knew it in his heart, did not reprimand, allocated silver for turnover, and comforted the people under him Mo Jiao was too anxious.

She had already seen that this year was done somehow, on the surface the world was peaceful, but in fact, every family sighed and every household was nervous, but her small cold incense pavilion was still not deserted. Looking at the figures in the hall, Mo Yu didn't know whether to be happy or sigh. Liu Yapo had been here before, and Mo Yu Yuanben was also an old customer, but she refused on the spot without thinking about it that time.

"Madam, look at this delicate skin and tender meat, train for two years to ensure that you don't lose."

It seems that Liu Yapo cares about this business very much, and directly pushes people to her, with a smile on her face, and looks up and down to see the mandarin ducks. Mo Yuyuan recognized the girl as Miss Mei of the Wen family in the north of the city.

"Leng Xiangge won't accept girls this year, Mother Liu will take it back." In fact, what the Lord of the Moyu Pavilion wanted to say was that it was hard to guarantee that he would not accept it in the future.

Miss Mei was indeed born charming and lovely, but unfortunately Miss has a heavy temperament, and she is too old to be trained, and no one is willing to accept her after several looks. Liu Yapo spent the capital, naturally she didn't want to smash it in her hands like this, so she made up her mind to find Leng Xiang Pavilion - rolling on the red willow green realm for a few years, no matter what temperament she had, didn't she have to bow her head obediently? Unexpectedly, the pavilion master refused to do this business, and Liu Yapo was so bad that she couldn't let Mo Yuyuan accept it.

The owner of the cold box pavilion has his own reason, but there is no need to talk to others. She didn't know what would happen in the future, maybe it would be safe and smooth, maybe it would be smooth and smooth, and before everything was clear, it would be better not to bring others in.

What's more, this young lady of the Wen family has a thorn in her eyes - different from the frivolity and flamboyance of the warbler, nor is it the hypocrisy and arrogance of the ordinary daughter's family, it is really ruthless that makes people's backs chill.

Mo Yu Mandarin didn't know how he was, and he could see it at a glance. Leng Xiang Pavilion may still be reduced to a place of right and wrong, and he will never dare to take in such a demon star again.