"Bastard, don't stop talking!"

Master Yan was so angry that he picked up the ring ruler, split his head and covered his face, and pumped it on Xie Rongjing's body, "What are you carrying, I told you to sprinkle green onions!" Tell you to sprinkle chopped green onions! ”

Xie Rongjing jumped around like a fish on the shore, and said repeatedly: "Don't sprinkle green onions, don't sprinkle green onions!" It should be wrapped in flour and fried, and the children next door are crying! ”

Su Jiu watched Master Yan chase Xie Rongjing away, and closed the window funny.

She held the barbecue tray and poked out half of her head from behind the Dongyue Gate, "Little brother, do you want to eat some barbecue?" Xie Er Gongzi specially sent it. ”

Xiao Tingchen picked up the curtain and said with a smile: "Eating people with a soft mouth and short hands, my sister accepted Xie Er's rabbit and asked for his barbecue, tsk, I really can't imagine what you will develop into in the future." Do I have to prepare some dowry for my sister in advance? ”

Su Jiu had just been hungry for this fragrant barbecue, and when he said this, he suddenly lost his appetite.

She glared at Xiao Tingchen, put the barbecue meat into the cupboard without saying a word, and continued to study the condensation ingredients without sleeping.

The fragment given by Mr. Jiang records that in ancient times, those incense masters used all kinds of spices in nature to condense incense.

They are not only obsessed with creating a dead thing like Getai Water Pavilion, but are more obsessed with creating a "living" incense mist, imitating all kinds of situations in the world, either sad or happy, like a lifelike drama.

It's a pity that those methods have been lost.

Su Jiu flipped through the fragments and sighed a little.

It is the time when it is deeper and heavier, the smoke is thick and the fragrance is pervasive, and the jade flowers are swaying.

Her sigh was particularly clear in the silent spring night.

In the tent, Xiao Tingchen turned a page of the book, "Good and dignified, what is my sister sighing for?" ”

"I thought that if I could reproduce the incense refining techniques of ancient times, it would definitely be a grand scene. The so-called incense condensation, although it is just a thing to enjoy, can also use incense mist to carry many feelings. Isn't it more meaningful to play with each scene than to enjoy the pavilions? ”

"Oh, Xiaojiu'er is so young, but she has such thoughtfulness, which really surprises me." The young man turned another page of the book, "It's just that the former incense refining techniques have long been lost, how can Xiao Jiu'er reproduce them?" ”

There was silence in the bedroom.

Su Jiu put his hands on his cheeks, and his sweet little face was full of contemplation, obviously thinking about this question very seriously.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Tingchen stuffed the little yellow book under his pillow and lay down on the mattress casually, "Lonely on a lonely spring night, I will tell my sister a story to listen?" ”

"Huh?"

"Once upon a time, there was a painter who called Wen Tong, and he always observed bamboo in such detail that every time he painted bamboo, he had a well-conceived bamboo scene in his mind. Because of this, his paintings have been recognized by many people. Even Dongpo monks have commented that to paint bamboo, you must first become a bamboo in your chest. ”

Qing Yue's voice was like flowing water.

The shadows of a few peonies outside the window are softly reflected on the green screen window, which is very beautiful.

Su Jiu stared at the shadow of the flower.

After a long silence, she got up and smiled at Xiao Tingchen, "Thank you, little brother!" ”

With that, he ran out as fast as he could.

The young man smiled, and his eyes fell on the cupboard not far away.

Xie Er, that bastard, actually has a tender side.

The son-in-law of the richest family in Jiangnan, and the nephew of the imperial concubine......

In terms of identity, it seems to be worthy of a little wine.