Liu Liyue flicked his sleeves and turned around, took out the jade flute around his waist, and caressed it in his hand, looking thoughtful.

After a while, he turned around suddenly, put the jade flute against Mo Xiaoxiao's jaw, raised Mo Xiaoxiao's head slightly, and said confidently: "How can you be arrogant?" My Liu Liyue's maid is no worse than the girl of the high-ranking and noble family. ”

Mo Xiaoxiao saw Liu Liyue's serious expression, and said expectantly: "What about comparing with Miss Guansheng?" ”

As soon as she said this, Liu Liyue was stunned for an instant.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoxiao hurriedly explained: "Son's forgiveness, slave and maid talk nonsense, son, don't go to your heart." Miss Guansheng is so noble, how can she be compared with a cheap maid like me, she is a slave and a clumsy maid. Or, the slave and maid will play another game with the son? ”

Liu Liyue hooked her lips and smiled, withdrew the jade flute against Mo Xiaoxiao's jaw, and said with a relaxed face: "This is a bad word! 'Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the Sao Ren Pavilion commented on the pen. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. 'Each of you has its own merits, each of you is good. Okay, I'll let you go today, go down and wash well. ”

"Yes, thank you Childe for your love." Mo Xiaoxiao blessed his body and withdrew from the room.

Seeing that the game was over, Wende took the initiative to pack up the chess pieces and pen and ink inkstones.

Liu Liyue walked to the observation deck, looked at the white snow outside the pavilion, and missed Sima Guansheng leisurely.

He secretly said in his heart: Miaoyi, what are you doing at the moment? Are you just like me, tired of lovesickness?

He picked up the jade flute in his hand, took the jade flute in his mouth with his ruddy and shiny lips, and began to swim his slender fingers on the pipe.

The low and sad sound of the flute, like this whistling cold wind, echoed in the air and drifted into the distance.

At this moment, Sima Guansheng happened to be sitting behind a desk, and there was a Yaoqin on the desk. A thin layer of smoke rose from the copper-colored incense burner next to her, and the smoke swirled around her slender and white fingertips, making her feel a little fairy.

The jade fingers plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano flowed out from between the strings, low and sad, like crying and complaining, so that I couldn't help but feel inexplicably sad when I heard it.

Sima Guansheng looked preoccupied, his eyes kept staring at Yaoqin, his eyes were a little hollow, but his expression was a little complicated. It seems to be tired of lovesickness, and it seems to be upset by watching the enemy but not being able to use the blade.

Before the song ended, her hand stopped abruptly, and the last sound of the piano was sharp and piercing because she was too hard. She pressed her hands firmly to the surface of the instrument, stroking the familiar strings.

Mother Ling, who was waiting next to her, saw that she was worried, and said with relief: "If the girl has no intention of stroking the piano, it is okay not to caress it, or the slave woman has set up the chessboard and played a few games with the girl?" Or maybe the slave woman prepares her pen and ink, and paints a picture of plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow? ”

Sima Wansheng squeezed out a sentence from his lips for a long time, "Mother Ling, you go down and rest!" I want to be alone. ”

Ling's mother hesitated for a moment, didn't say much, and exited the room and closed the doors and windows for her.

The room suddenly became silent, and there was a silent sound of needle dropping.

Sima Guansheng took off the silver hairpin from the bun, held it in his hand, and quietly looked at the silver hairpin in a daze, his eyes were full of sadness, and he could even faintly see the crystals in his eyes.

No matter how strong a person is, she may not be able to face this monstrous wave calmly, her mood is very complicated, and her thoughts have not been completely sorted out. In addition to hatred and gains and losses, there is more entanglement and anxiety in my heart.

She walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and looked out the window at the snow.

Standing in different places, looking at the same sky, the two coincide with each other's lovesickness.

It's just that Liu Liyue is really a simple lovesickness, and Sima Guansheng not only misses it, but also has the sorrow of not being able to love in his previous life.

The sky was clear, and suddenly there were snowflakes fluttering again, and it seemed that God was crying for the people who were in love.

After a few days, the sky cleared completely, the snow began to melt slowly, and the blocked roads were cleared. The victims of the disaster due to the heavy snow have basically settled down, and Sima Qu, who has hardly slept a full night in the past seven days, sent a message to someone saying that he would be able to return home today.

Early in the morning, Zhong Xiaoniang was busy directing the subordinates in the house, and made enough and intimate preparations for Sima Qu's return, what to eat, use, and wear, all of which were prepared.

After kneeling in the ancestral hall that day, Su Xiaoniang and Sima Daining stayed at home, avoiding Zhong Xiaoniang's edge, looking forward to it, waiting for Sima Qu to come back to administer justice for her mother and daughter.

Hearing the news that Sima Qu was going home, the mother and daughter were not idle. Su Xiaoniang is dressed up vigorously, wearing a pink-purple soft brocade and silver thread auspicious cloud pattern dress, towering buns, and all kinds of gold and silver jewelry with complex workmanship.

At this moment, she is sitting in front of the bronze mirror, and she is applying her own makeup.

She used to be the head of the dancing girl in Saixian Pavilion, and of course she was much better than these maids and women around her in terms of makeup, and on this big day of reunion, she was of course in the best state and the most beautiful makeup to greet Sima Qu.

Through the smearing of her skillful hands, the already charming and enchanting face looks particularly soul-stunning. With such a beautiful appearance and moon appearance, it is no wonder that Sima Qu can't hold it even as an honest person.

Sima Dai Ning leaned on the soft couch, eating walnut kernels in her mouth, and Orange Purple waiting next to her was still peeling walnut shells for her.

After a long time, Su Xiaoniang put down the Dai pen in her hand, looked at herself carefully in the mirror, frowned slightly, turned around and asked a little unconfidently: "Mother An, am I really as Zhong Jiayun said, I am already old?" ”

Mother An, who was waiting next to her, said urgently: "How come? Su Xiaoniang, you still have charm, you are still beautiful like a flower, even if you don't use powder, you can beat her too much Zhong Xiaoniang, she is jealous and envious. ”

Her words were as pleasant as the sound of heaven, as refreshing as honey, and Su Xiaoniang's heart was full of joy and smiles.

Su Xiaoniang was so narcissistic that she admired herself in front of the bronze mirror, looking left and right, as if she was fascinated by her beauty.

"Mother An, I was really a little unconfident before, listening to you say this, it seems to be true, this cut apricot eyes, this willow leaf thin eyebrows, this delicate and beautiful nose, and this full and moist cherry mouth, which one is not finely crafted?"

She was so narcissistic that she hated to apply all the praise to herself.

Although Sima Daining said that she would never stand on the opposite side of Su Xiaoniang, but seeing Su Xiaoniang boasting so much, she really couldn't listen to it, frowned slightly, glanced at Su Xiaoniang, and said unhappily: "A-Niang, do you really think that you are a heavenly maiden?" I'm embarrassed to hear it, don't you feel ashamed? It's all half-old, and they make it like a little girl. ”