"Smell the ink? The slave and the maid know. It was a private hall set up by Li Xiangye, and the famous sons of Jinjia City went there to discuss poetry and songs, and to discuss miscellaneous studies. ”

"If the girl wants to go, it's really inconvenient."

……

The ink covered the moon, and the rolled up bead curtains could not leak a trace of wind, and she looked at the lonely courtyard, sighing in her heart.

The words of Xue Shuangchen flashed in his mind, and his face was even more depressed.

Wen Mo Zhai, Ying Zhichu also heard his father mention it by chance.

It is said that Li Xiangye is well-informed and virtuous, and it is set up to facilitate the exchange of bachelors, but in fact, the people who entertain are all famous families in Jinjiacheng, and those cloth students can only be discouraged.

It's just a place for the clear streams to dredge up the news for convenience.

She had heard of its name, but she didn't know where it was, and if she really wanted to go, she needed Snow Pair to lead the way.

When Qi Liangzheng mentioned stealing paintings, she didn't have any clue in her heart.

Now that she is alone, if she visits the Li Mansion in the name of Liang Zhen, she will be in a dilemma for the Li family, let alone stealing a painting in the name of Liang Zhen in the Li family?

It's just that at that time, Fu Ling remembered that his father had mentioned "Wen Mo Zhai......

Perhaps, if she wants to know about the painting, she has to start here.

"Qi Liang can't fight for the Eagle Guard to steal the painting, it should be inconvenient to use, so I have to take some effort to take Xue Shuang to run to Wen Mo Zhai, maybe I can get some clues."

Although she was dissatisfied with his personality, she still felt a little thoughtful about the letter in her arms.

What was written in the letter sent by Sikong Yao, Ying Zhichu did not open it to see.

Qi Liang fought for this abnormal behavior, but he really controlled her temperament.

She had to be sure that she could get the painting before she could loosen her heartstrings.

After stretching his waist, he wanted to blow the candle to rest, but a black wind dazzled.

She leaned slightly, listened to the darts nailed into the door frame, glanced out the window, and only heard the sound of footsteps, but could not see the shadow of the single body.

"Who's here?"

With a light voice, he couldn't wait for a response, so Ying Zhichu hurried to push the door.

Squeak –

The moonlight was scattered on the ground, and the empty courtyard was deserted.

"Girl, what's wrong?" Xue Shuang pushed open the door next door and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's just an ignorant bird flying." Ying Zhichu put away the darts on the door frame, silently hid them in his sleeves, and said softly.

"Birds? Why didn't the slave see it? Xue Shuang put down the needlework in her hand and said thoughtfully, "Girl, are you hungry, if you are hungry, the slave will cook a bowl of noodles for you." The lord and the sons were left in the palace for a banquet this day, and they must have come back very late. ”

Ying Zhichuxiu raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded softly.

"Well, I happen to be hungry."

Sending Xue Shuang away, she closed the door, and the darts in her sleeve shook off the table.

Iron darts are a very common style, only the strips of cloth tied on the tassels can attract attention.

She held up the oil lamp, shook the darts and spread the silk strips.

The small print is clear and neat.

Yao Jiancheng is a double about a single line, and the white dream of Ming is a blessing.

"Jin Fuchun?"

She murmured, put the strip of cloth to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, smelling a faint fragrance.

Ying Weaving had a guess at the beginning, so he put the strip of cloth into his purse.

Who sent the note, and why?

Could it be that her identity has been discovered?

Tomorrow, at noon, Jin Fuchun.

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Following

The weather is fine, the streets are bustling, and the bustling is extraordinary.

"Girl, let's buy these calligraphy and paintings, isn't there too much?" Xueshuang hugged the brocade box scroll in his arms and struggled to speak.

Early this morning, I was pulled out by the girl to go shopping, but all the shops I visited were calligraphy and painting shops, and Xue Shuang couldn't help but say what was in her heart.

Ying Zhichu wore a white dress with gold and plum blossoms, which stood out in the crowd.

She pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her forehead for Xueshuang, and said softly.

"Xueshuang, are you tired?"

"Slaves are not tired, this little thing is nothing." Xue Shuang was afraid that Ying Zhichu's enthusiasm for shopping would be dampened, so she gritted her teeth and added: "Do you want the girl to go and see the jewelry, the slave knows that several jewelry stores are very good, and there are a few ready-to-wear stores, the girl can go shopping, and the slave can stand it." ”

"Puff-" Ying Zhichu covered his lips to look at her, and his bright eyes were warm.

Xue Shuang also smiled, "The girl looks good when she laughs, and the slave and maid look at it...... I also think it's good. ”

Ying Zhichu hummed softly, and raised his eyes to see the painting boat floating in the middle of the lake not far away.

She quietly watched for a few breaths, "Xueshuang, you want to eat Jiuzhiwei's wine-stuffed balls, right?" ”

"Ah——?h Xueshuang flashed phoenix eyes, puzzled.

"What do you want to eat, huh?"

……

The wind melts into the light and mist, and scatters on the surface of the lake, showing that the water of the autumn river is clear and green.

The single boat leans in the middle of the lake, decorated with colorful lights, although it is not as bright and red as the dark night, but it seems to be very joyful and lively during the day.

The long song is graceful and beautiful, and the autumn breeze drifts away on the shore of the lake, attracting passers-by on both sides of the strait to look at each other.

"Jin Fuchun is out to do business again?"

"I heard that there is a VIP bag, and it has been a bag for ten days!"

"Forget it at night, just forget the warbler Yanyan, and the daytime is so profligate, I guess it's the noble son of which family."

"Hey, it's not that you and I are blessed, and we can't see the beauty of the lake."

"Who said that? I can also swim in a small boat, but Jin Fuchun can ask the girls named Jiqin, I can only invite my mother-in-law to swim in the lake together. ”

"Hahahaha......"

The crowd laughed and talked and dispersed.

Ying Weaving stood up until the people scattered, his feet were a little offshore, and he jumped up and flew towards the center of the lake.

The breeze hit her face and was slightly cool, and her posture was light, like a dragonfly touching the water, and in a moment she landed steadily on the bow of the boat.

The sound of music next to your ears is heard closer.

She brushed off the crease of the placket and turned around to bump into the little servant who had come out to breathe the air.

"Which piano lady are you, why don't I remember seeing you?"

The servant touched his head, his face full of wonder.

Ying Zhichu smiled softly and said lightly: "Young Master Yao can be on the boat?" ”

"Oh, yes. Yao Gongzi listened to someone playing music on the second floor, girl, you ......"

"Thank you." Ying Zhichu left his inquiry in the wind, and passed by him with lightness.

The little servant looked at her back, and then looked at the water of Chengming Lake, how a person appeared out of thin air, and only felt that he was dreaming.

Ying Zhichu stepped on the partition on the second floor, only to feel that it would be much more difficult to find Yao Gongzi from it.

Because of this second floor, there are not a few sons who listen to the lyrics.

She wondered in her heart, didn't she charter the painting boat by herself, why were there so many people?

But she didn't have time to think about it, a bowl of wine-stuffed balls couldn't hold Xue Shuang for too long, and after a long delay, she was afraid that Xue Shuang would have a bad stomach.

She pursed her lips and sifted through them one by one.

All the distinguished guests didn't care much about her arrival, as if she was just a canvas decoration.

The dark light from the corner of the pavilion is particularly dazzling.

Ying Zhixin looked at it with a sharp heart, and saw an inconspicuous corner, sitting a handsome boy in white.

His peach blossom eyes were full of alienation, and his thin lips were full of coldness.

Those peach blossom eyes are so beautiful that they shine for his handsomeness.

Ying Zhichu couldn't help but be stunned, and his heart gradually cooled.

His gaze at her was too familiar, like that night in the old temple, although he covered his veil, he couldn't hide the beautiful peach blossom eyes, and even ...... He also forced her to swallow dumb medicine.

Actually, it's him?