The room is filled with the fragrance of angelica, which has the effect of reassuring and calming the mind.

Specks of fine sunlight peek in from the hollow carved window lattices, the sandalwood guqin stands in the corner, and green green spikes fall between the tables.

In the corner of the wall is a wooden dresser, carved with delicate patterns, and the workmanship is very delicate.

A jade hand picked up a lilac transparent gauze tent, and the edge of the tent was covered with layers of tassels, swaying in the wind.

"Yunmo, come in."

The seductive tone turns a thousand times, and there is a lazy feeling when you are not awake.

The sound of squirming and dressing sounded, and a small white foot was exposed, slowly stepping into the show shoes.

"Squeak-"

The girl in Tsing Yi pushed open the door, put the basin of water in her hand on the wooden shelf, soaked the face towel, and respectfully handed it over.

After a closer look, I found that there was a burn scar on her face, the color had not faded much, but it was still terrifying.

"The girl who sang the opera is here today."

Meng Ge asked casually, wiping his fingers carefully, and his slow movements were quite beautiful.

"Not yet, miss, probably ......"

Yunmo wanted to speak and stopped, shaking his head, a little helpless.

"I should have taken the deposit and ran, you, it's just too good to talk, and I paid the money first."

Skillful fingers are flexible, quickly weave a flying cloud bun, fix a few strands of long hair thinly, and insert a white jade plum hairpin obliquely above, snow-white and translucent, moving, the tassel swaying.

"Hehehe......"

Meng Ge covered his lips and chuckled, the bell on his wrist rang crisply, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

The neckline slipped a little, and her collar line was smooth, revealing a delicate collarbone that was as white as jade.

"Let's run, it's not a big deal, and more interesting things are to come......"

The eyes are like silk, meaning something, and the bright red lips provoke an arc.

"Count it, it should be soon, and the door will open in half an hour."

"Yes, miss."

Yunmo retreated respectfully, without even asking why.

In her heart, her own young lady is unfathomable, clever, and everything is under control, and it is very human.

The first time the master and servant met was at the banquet in the prime minister's mansion.

An exquisite attic built in the middle of the lake, surrounded by pale cyan tulle, in which some luxurious daughters are eating tea and frolicking.

At that time, Yunmo was just a little pitiful, with a pretty face and a piano sound, he was stunned.

The applause from the bottom continued, praising her piano skills.

Only Meng Ge sat leaning on the window railing, holding his cheeks in his jade hand, with a slender posture, quietly looking at the lake and mountains under the dusk.

Turning around, he glanced at her.

He asked, "If you were completely wounded, would you be willing to forget everything?"

The unclear words made Yunmo confused, and she didn't understand what she meant until later.