A round of red black, hanging in the high dome, sowing a warm fire, roasting a trip, and stirring all things.

August 15 is another year of golden cinnamon.

Shen Zhihe had lunch, escaping the heat in the Zhixiu Pavilion, and the lush trees in the courtyard of the Mengfu Houhua were covered with thick shade, which was also a good place for shade.

"Young lady, please."

Li served the frozen fruit, Shen Zhihe touched the ice wall, scooped a spoonful, her teeth were tight, she covered her lips with a handkerchief, and put it down after two mouthfuls.

"It's useless to use more ice fruits," Ying'er and a few maidservants made tea in the stove outside the pavilion, and only entered the pavilion when it was warm, "Tonight, the wives of the family will enter the palace to admire the moon, you don't want to make a stomach trouble at this time." ”

She glanced at Li, who understood, bowed down to remove the ice fruit, and stood aside.

Shen Zhihe gently shook the round fan in his hand, the slightest cool breeze blew on his face, and he calmed down: "I don't want to go." ”

Ying'er lowered her eyebrows, feeling that the tea cup in her hand was not hot before handing it over, and stared at Li's movements quietly:

"What are you talking about, the officials drink alcohol on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the wife is ordered to enjoy the moon in the garden, this is an old custom, only the wife and mother can enter the palace."

She bit the sound carefully, and it was quite meaningful.

Shen Zhihe looked at her movements, didn't say anything, took the teacup, it was the best Jiangnan Pu'er, she skimmed off the foam and took a sip, her fingertips groped along the lines of the cup, and touched every protrusion, which was carved with ingenuity.

"Yesterday, the princess of Chen Guo in the racecourse was angry and ran away, and I entered the palace at this time, for fear of touching the emperor's bad head."

She put down the teacup, tugged at the hem of her dress, and lowered her voice.

"How can this be?" Ying'er smiled, and the tree's eyes rolled slightly, "That Pu'er was sent by the prime minister this morning, if you did something wrong yesterday, how could you still remember that you love to drink tea from your hometown." ”

Shen Zhihe's pair of ink pupils cut autumn water, and his eyes fell on the half-old paper kite on the table beside him.

Suddenly, a faint cat meow entered the pavilion along the dry wind, and Shen Zhihe looked at it in confusion, only to see a snow-white velvet ball stop next to his boots.

(I forgot to look at the time, the second half will be continued later)

Chapter 40 of "The General's Wife Is Difficult" Snow White Velvet Regiment is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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