At this time, a small guy suddenly came up, he saw Yi Junhao coming back, and specially went upstairs to help him open the door. I saw that the little girl seemed to be holding a letter in his hand, and as soon as he walked to Yi Junhao's side, he respectfully handed over the letter and said, "Childe, there is your letter." ”

After that, he quickly opened the door for Yi Junhao, Yi Junhao quickly took it over and opened it to read it in one go, and then muttered, "Okay, there are still some things in the south of the city that have not been dealt with, and then come to this fragrant building to meet with the girl and return to the west of the city." ”

As soon as he came back to his senses, Yi Junhao asked the little guy, "Do you know if the guests in the next room have returned tonight?" ”

"It's so late, the guests should have already come back to rest, right?!" The little guy scratched his head and guessed.

So, after a little hesitation, Yi Junhao instructed the little guy on the side and said, "My son has something to leave Xiangmanlou for a few days, and now leave a letter here, and tomorrow you will hand it over to the guests in the next room for my son." ”

Yi Junhao said as he walked to the bookcase, picked up the pen, left a letter and handed it to the little servant, and rewarded him with a silver ingot.

Then, he went downstairs with the little maid.

When the little servant sent him to the door of Xiangmanlou, Yi Junhao still did not forget to tell him again, "Remember, be sure to hand over this letter to that guest in person." ”

"Childe, don't worry, the little one will personally deliver the letter to that guest." The little guy swore back.

Yi Junhao glanced at him, then raised his head and looked at the window on the second floor for a moment, and said in his heart, "Girl, wait for me to come back." He turned and walked away, disappearing into the vast morning mist......

Yi Junhao had just left on his front foot, and Xuanyuan Han on his back foot was dressed in a brocade white robe, with his black hair all tied, and slowly walked downstairs from the third floor like a god.

Cheng Liang quickly took it to the Tianzi guest room on the second floor, and the door of the room with clouds on the clothes, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sweet dreams of the people inside, he carefully opened the door gently.

Then, Xuanyuan Han slowly paced in, staring at everything in front of him, and was silent about it, immersed in the aura of this clothed cloud......

The furnishings in the guest rooms are also used in the girl's boudoir, and all the amenities are of the highest quality and extremely luxurious.

Inside the room is hung with a purple light gauze curtain, shrouded in a faintly hazy and warm atmosphere. A morning breeze blew, and the purple veil danced and fluttered with the wind blowing slowly outside the window.

Around the circle, the room is full of fine sandalwood, and from time to time there is a burst of red sandalwood, quiet and beautiful. It is all meticulously carved with different patterns, and the delicate and gentle wooden furniture belonging to the daughter's house is circulating everywhere.

Near the window, there is a porcelain pot with a delicate pearl plum plant.

In the window, there is a stack of high-quality rice paper on the rosewood bookcase, and several brushes of different thicknesses are placed in the pen holder next to the inkstone, as if to show that the people living in this room are also the daughters of scholarly families. There is also a vase on the desk, with a winter plum in it, which looks a little relict and independent.

After stopping and watching for a long time, he slowly paced into the inner room, which was the dressing table that his daughter's family had, on which was placed a diamond bronze mirror and a jewelry box of vermilion lacquer carved magpie plum blossoms, as well as some beaded ornaments with thin cords.

Gently pick up the beaded curtain worn by Yingluo, and the peony screen next to the couch will be the first to come into view.

Behind the screen, a carved sandalwood bed is hung with a silk coat on the outside, a double violet bed tent on the inside, and a tassel on top of the head, swaying in the wind.

In the corner of the inner room by the window, rose pancreas were placed on the horizontal board of the high basin shelf, and a white silk scarf was neatly placed at the top of the shelf.

Everything in front of you makes the people who live in this room, whether it is the room design, the furnishings and personal products in the house, or even the subtle rouge gouache, no matter which family comes, I believe they will feel at home.

Xuanyuan Han walked inward, his eyes exploring carefully.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a neatly arranged dark brocade burden on the bed.

Suddenly, his deep and bright eyes were stunned, and he walked over to the side of the bed in three steps and two steps, lifted the corner of his robe and sat down, looked at the burden in front of him, and secretly guessed, "This is her salute?" ”

After a moment's hesitation, I saw him slowly stretch out a pair of big hands with distinct knots, and gently open the burden on the couch.

Suddenly, a set of lotus pink dresses that he was familiar with and a heavy brocade cloak embroidered with a few white plums on a red background appeared.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, it was in this outfit that she had her first extremely intimate physical contact with him, which really made him sad and happy.

Thinking of this, he stroked it tenderly with one hand over and over again, as if caressing the fair-skinned and beautiful face of a delicate beauty in his heart.

After a while, he gently picked up the long tasseled hairpin with two peach blossoms embedded in it, and held it in his hand while gently turning it, while his eyes looked at it tenderly.

Suddenly, all the scenes that happened in their acquaintance in the past, from the beginning to the present, came to their hearts together......

After a while, after a little recuperation, he suddenly frowned, and held the long tassel hairpin embedded with two peach blossoms tightly in the palm of his hand and held it, "Cheng Liang." ”