Bright and shining, sprinkled to the courtyard of the courtyard, shining.

Sikong Mansion's servants carried flower pots in and out of the study.

The old flowers were moved and thrown on the wooden cart, and the dewy ones came in and were all placed together.

Although the entry and exit are dazzling, the movements are light and polite.

Some of these flowers are very precious and delicate, and they can only be raised for four or five days.

On the inkstone on the bookcase, the ruler was swept aside, and some fragrant tea food, almond crisp, hibiscus cake, osmanthus cake and other seven or eight kinds of snacks were put in the vacant space, and a pot of jasmine tea was made.

The desk was stacked to the brim, and Ying Zhichu had no choice but to sit on the pear blossom wooden chair, his elbow against the armrest to support his cheeks, and watch the servants busy.

Mrs. Liang loves flowers, likes to prune and decorate flowers, and she holds a cutter in her hand and fiddles slightly, which is a pot of dazzling style.

Ying Weaving was familiar with the ears and eyes, and he could also name some flowers, but it was less than one-tenth of Sikong Mansion.

This empty domestic flower is strange, idle a large piece of fertile land to make a towering into the clouds, only some precious flowers are piled up in the house, not repaired or cut, even if they are alive.

Roushui saw that he was entangled, guessing that he had never seen the world, and teased: "Dumbfounded, these famous flowers are not produced in Yu Kingdom, and no matter how much you read, you may not be called by name." ”

"It's so hard to find, it must cost money to raise."

"The most important thing in the Sikong family is silver, as long as the young lady likes it, no matter how valuable it is, it is not worth mentioning."

"Your young lady likes it, why don't you tell you to water it?"

She looked at the faint cracks in the soil in some flowers, and expressed her doubts.

Roushui was even more puzzled, and blurted out, "What do you do with watering, just replace it with a new one in three or two days." ”

Should be weaving noncommittal, if you really love flowers, how can you let them wither......

"How many more days can you live?" Sikong Yao suddenly whispered, rubbing the scroll with his fingertips, although it was early autumn, it was very cold.

She was dressed in a pale blue embroidered gauze skirt, sitting in a wheelchair with a scroll in her hand, looking at the broken flowers on the courtyard car, vaguely distracted.

"Miss......" Roushui looked at Sikong Yao with pity.

Ying Zhichu coughed lightly twice and diverted the topic, "Your master, isn't he at home all year round?" ”

Seeing him coughing, Roushui thought it was too dry in the house, so she refilled the tea for her, and replied casually, "My lord travels around the world all year round, and it is rare to come back once during the New Year's holidays." ”

Ying Zhichu hummed lightly, took the teacup with his hand, and thought thoughtfully.

Roushui felt that something was wrong, staring at the young man's picturesque side face, and asked vigilantly, "What are you asking my master to do?" ”

Ying Zhichuxiu raised his eyebrows lightly, and the words were strange, "I admire Master Sikong's brilliant writing, so I have this question?" ”

"Slightly~" Roushui didn't believe it, her little tongue spit out, and she made a grimace.

The young man didn't care, blew the tea, and drank it alone.

Every move is full of elegance.

Soft water eyes stared at him for a long time, and then considered speaking, "My master doesn't have any views on the door, but he ......"

"Huh?" Ying Weaving did not understand its meaning at the beginning.

"It's just that you and my young lady...... Not quite right. ”

"Poof, cough~"

Ying Zhichu took a sip of hot tea and slid her throat, her right hand clenched into a fist against her lips, and her face was crimson.

Roushui stood beside him, looking at him with pity on his face.

Was it too much of a blow?

……

The teaching gentleman of the Sikong family is inevitably too good to do, the students are conscious, the diet is thoughtful, the silver is soft, and the weaving should bask in the sun all day long, flip through the ancient books, otherwise they will walk around the garden and listen to the maid talk about some idle things.

Back and forth, Sikong Yao and the old things of the former gentleman, pieced together into her ears, which can be regarded as a broken and stubborn picture.

I thought it was an infatuated man's resentment of a woman, and it was difficult for a lover to become a family.

But it is a pile of Lang's heart like a rock, and he admires the outrageous marriage of another woman.

Ying Zhichu Lingding is alive alone, love and hate have nothing to do with her, and this affair is too complicated, she didn't want to take care of it, but she didn't want to slap herself in the face a few days later.

——

Autumn Water Pavilion

The boudoir is burning with good smells of incense, and the warm breeze is guarded by the beautiful woman alone, and her heart yearns for it.

The utensils and ornaments in the house are all hand-selected and sent by Mama.

The blue-purple carpet with colorful embroidery on the ground and a lot of jewels and jade were thrown, all of which were the rewards of this dignitary.

The woman sat in front of the dresser with one hand on her forehead.

Such as the waterfall green silk poured down, the moth eyebrows like the distant mountains looming, the eye waves are shining, and the spring color of Wandi is reflected in it, which can be described as a superior beauty.

The maid bead red kneaded the woman's fingers, and her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was holding a rare holy relic.

"Today's girl played "Yang Liu Wen" very well, those nobles looked at the girl like a nerd, and rewarded a bunch of good things, since the last time the girl had trouble with her grandmother, she no longer dared to deduct us so many rewards."

"Throw it away, I don't even bother to look at it, and I can't give away any new things." The woman opened her mouth, but she was moving.

The maid chuckled, "The girl is arrogant, how can she like these vulgar things?!" ”

The woman chuckled, the corners of her lips tinged with pride, "That's right." ”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Zhu Hong asked in a loud voice, "Who?" is so rude, the girl has rested, and she will not see any more guests. ”

He hesitated outside the door for a moment before he said, "It's Yang Gongzi, come to find Miss Qingzhi." ”

Zhu Hong's eyes showed disgust, and she just wanted to refuse, but Qingzhi stopped her.

"Dress me up, I'll go see him."

"Girl......"

Yang Shuwen was dressed in a green robe, about twenty years old, he had a handsome face, and his face was slightly white because he sat in the house to teach all the year round.

He waited quietly in the room he had chartered, until he saw the figure of the figure falling from the window paper, and then hurried forward to open the door.

"Qingzhi ......"

Qingzhi looked at him pitifully and covered his face with a handkerchief, "What else are you doing here?" ”

Yang Shuwen pulled her into the house, and hugged her into his arms in a panic, full of distress.

Qingzhi didn't resist either, her cheek leaned on his shoulder, crying lowly.

"I think you're thinking too much, so I want to come and see you, you...... Emaciated. ”

"Yang Gongzi has seen it, and he can go." The woman's heart was ruthless, and she pushed the man aside, ignoring the surprise in the man's eyes, and whispered weakly, "This is the place of Fengyue, and it is not suitable for the son to stay for a long time." ”

Yang Shuwen frowned slightly, his ten fingers sunk into his palm, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "Nonsense! ”

"Where is the nonsense? Qingzhi is just a woman who plays on the spot, how can she be as noble as your student. She raised her chin, her beautiful face was full of water marks, and she pushed it back, and the end of her voice overflowed with grievances.

Yang Shuwen wiped the corners of her eyes for her, the annoyance on her face was swept away, replaced with a gentle smile, and patiently coaxed: "She's just a child, I've always treated her as a sister, why do you still eat such flying vinegar?" ”

Qingzhi pretended to push him, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was angry, "I'm going to eat!" You won't redeem me, but you're thinking about teaching her. I'd like to see where her face can hook your soul. ”

Yang Shuwen sighed lightly and hugged the woman into his arms, "The person who hooked my soul is obviously you, and we will consider the matter of redemption in the long run." ”

"If you lie to me, feed your conscience to the dogs!"

"Okay, it's all up to you."

The two hugged 'indoors, a tulle screen, covering a room of ripples'.

Only the faint whisper of incense passed away with the wind.