Qian Mu turned his fingertips, the ring ruler made a circle, and silently hooked his lips: "Xiao Thirteen has always been smart, what you think in your heart is the answer of Mr." ”

Cheng Ying sighed in her heart: "Then the meeting is real, and Mr. also accepted Mrs. Nan into the room knowing that she looked like me?" ”

"Not bad." Qian Mu had no intention of concealing it, and he deserved it neatly, "Little Thirteen doesn't have to test Mr., all your guesses are like that, and you don't have to think of Mr. as a person who is not stained with mud, thinking that it is impossible for me to have something." ”

Cheng Ying bit her lip, her fingertips clenched in the white jacket, and a feeling of discomfort lingered.

"How can it be, you are a gentleman, you are a gentleman of Xiao Thirteen......" Cheng Ying's face turned slightly pale, and she felt embarrassed.

"Why not?" Qian Mu answered gently, and the jade's pupils were unstable in the shadow of the withered wisteria, "I used to treat Xiao Thirteen as a child. But on the day of the reunion, I suddenly woke up from a dream and realized that Xiao Thirteen had grown up, and that bond had changed into another mind. Qin and Wei, Fang Lianxi, Scholar and Woman, Fang Bingxi, Gentleman, why can't it? ”

Cheng Yingyu couldn't speak, but there was a depressed coldness in her heart, teaching her to be out of breath, she couldn't look directly at those green eyes, let alone answer this question.

Why not?

Because you are sir.

If you have to have an answer, this is probably the only one.

Qian Mu seemed to sigh lightly, put down the ring ruler, got up, walked under the vine shelf, looked up at the wisteria curtain, stood with his hands in his hands, and did not say anything for a long time.

The wisteria flowers in the garden have withered, Xiao Xiao's autumn wind has passed through the frost and rain, and the residual flowers have fallen, falling into the man's hair, shoulders, purple shirt and fragrant, and finally brushing the pair of pale green pupils, rippling and rippling.

"Little Thirteen, sir, I didn't plan to do anything unscrupulous, nor did I deny Zhao Xixing, I just wanted to find an ordinary and clear ......" Qian Mu opened his mouth faintly, paused, and his voice became a little astringent, "Once, can't you?" ”

Perhaps because this sentence came from the depths of the shadow of the flower, the wet autumn and the beautiful wisteria made Cheng Ying lose his mind at that moment.

"That's it, the answer is already there, Xiao Thirteen will go back. Nanxiang will live in your garden temporarily, she is an acquaintance after all, if there is any shortage, ask her to be. ”

Qian Mu turned to look at her, and gave an eviction order, the purple shirt was reflected in the shadow of the bleak flowers, the autumn wind rose in a city, the flowers were moving and gorgeous, dream-like.

Cheng Yingyu returned to his garden under the leadership of the maid, and sat in a daze under the porch, Qin Nanxiang was also interested, and he didn't talk much, he really regarded himself as a slave and maid, going in and out of Zhang Luo with chores.

On a September afternoon, the sun was approaching dusk and it was getting dark early.

Outside the Zhu Wall of Qianfu Qionghua tile, the market in the south of the Yangtze River is bustling, the noise is not reduced at all, and even the lights are on, the song of the Qinhuai River floats in, and the real excitement has just begun.

The city is a jewel, Hu Ying Luo Qi, competing for luxury and luxury, Rong Wei and Zhao Xiche walked in the prosperity of this Qiantang.

In the past, the swordsman who was clean and clean in Xuanyi has now completely become a shelf, with a string of walnuts from Changhua Mountain hanging around his neck, two silk umbrellas of West Lake in his arms, a Longjing tea ball in his left hand, and a bamboo shoot in his right hand.

Zhao Xiche smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran around, looking around in the silk shop for a while, buying a ham shop for a while, and walking non-stop for a few hours, strolling from the south of the city to the north of the city, not too tired, and even getting higher and higher, eager to take down all the rare things in the city.

"Your Highness, it's getting dark, if you go back late, I'm afraid you will be punished." Rong Wei glanced at the sky and leaned over to the young man.

Zhao Xiche's eyes widened and looked at Rong Wei.

"Oh no, Fifth Young Master, Uncle, isn't it, Fifth Son?" Rong Wei realized that he had missed his mouth and changed his words.

Zhao Xiche still glared at him, his grape-like eyes were dark.

Rong Wei was slightly panicked, racked his brains, and lit up: "Wang Xiaowu...... Son? ”

Zhao Xiche showed satisfaction at this time, raised a fingertip, and shook it: "If you call it wrong again, I will be the first to punish Ah Wei...... Wow, this is very, so fragrant! ”

Before the words fell, the young man's eyes were attracted by the picks on the side of the street, a tin cauldron of hot oil boiling, golden palm cakes rolling, and the aroma of crispy crispy was fragrant.

"Xiao Langjun has one? Freshly fried fried duns! Sweet bean paste, one article, salty meat, three words! The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and smiled with a shiny face.

"One of the same!" Zhao Xiche's fingertips touched the satin money bag on his waist, and he just wanted to pay it, but he turned to a total of four Wen, which was not expensive, so his eyes rolled, and he took the fried cake and slipped away.

"Huh? Xiao Langjun, money! I haven't paid yet! The shopkeeper was stunned, and he was so anxious that he was about to catch up.

"I'll do it." Rong Wei said suddenly, glanced at the back of the young man who was far away, freed his hand, took four wen from his ramie money bag, and paid it to the shopkeeper.

Thank you from the shopkeeper. Rong Wei quickly caught up with Zhao Xiche, saw the young man with his hands behind his back, a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, couldn't hide it, tilted his head to look at him: "Ah Wei paid?" ”

Rong Wei nodded, puzzled. paid four cents on behalf of him, is it worth this little sage king's full face?

Zhao Xiche didn't explain, but the smile became stronger, and he walked to the street to pick a cake with a coat of clothes, chose a layer of golden gold, took it and left, causing the shopkeeper to shout, "I haven't paid yet!" Two miles! ”

This time, Rong Wei naturally paid for it himself: "...... I'll do it. ”

When he caught up with Zhao Xiche, the latter lingered in front of the Su embroidery shop, his fingertips moving among the dazzling fabrics, and he was not sure which color sample to choose.

"Temple...... If Wang Xiaowu is interested in Su embroidery, he will send someone to tell the Garment Bureau. Can you buy it outside and pay tribute? Rong Wei weighed the hill-like trophy in his arms and persuaded lightly.

"Ah Wei, you don't understand. How can the pleasure of shopping be compared to the one handed at hand? Zhao Xiche shook his head, his eyes lit up, "Help me take a look, which one is better?" All look good! ”

"Snow blue." Rong Wei subconsciously opened his mouth.

Zhao Xiche's fingertips froze, and the snow-blue cloth was placed in the corner, not conspicuous, nor exquisite, on the colorful shelves, you have to find it for half a moment.

Rong Wei didn't realize where this answer came from, and it seemed that after blurting out, he was also a little surprised, and saw Zhao Xiche's little head leaning over and staring at him and laughing.

"It turns out that Ah Wei remembers."

"What?"

Rong Wei became more and more puzzled. The young man had already paid for the snow blue satin, and he rushed forward again after hugging it, Rong Wei followed, and searched desperately in his mind for a long time, only to remember that once in Jixiangpu, Zhao Xiche himself said that he was happy with the snow blue.

Rong Wei touched his nose, suddenly afraid that Zhao Xiche would turn around at this moment and see the expression on his face.

He remembered. I don't even know what I remember, but I've already imprinted it.