I saw black and white letters, and it was written:

Qiu Wen beat me, I wrote down this account first, and deducted 100 points.

The childish words are really like a child.

Xiao Tingchen Waner.

He closed the small notebook of Su wine, and he didn't know what to think, but his original face with a light smile slowly became gloomy.

He left the study building with a blank face.

Mu turned around and returned to the bedroom, only to see that the cotton curtain around the little girl's bed was tightly stretched, and half of the light could not penetrate.

The girl was about to go to bed.

He blew out two lights, kicked off his shoes and went to bed.

Outside the window, the spring rain is boundless.

I don't know when it will fall.

The young man rested one hand behind his head, and looked at the tent alone.

The only candle left on the table burned out in the darkness.

In the dashing sound of the night rain, a girl's sobbing sound suddenly sounded.

Far away, close at hand.

With a suppressed choke, it is a sound that can only be made when you bury yourself in the depths of the quilt.

finally

It's still aggrieved, right?

No matter how strong a girl is, in such a cold and rainy spring night, she will still miss her father and mother, and she will still complain about the injustice of God, right?

Xiao Tingchen opened his eyes.

The last of the wicks were extinguished by wax tears, and the room was darkened.

He listened to the sobbing cries and grew irritable.

"!"

He finally couldn't hold back, turned over and got out of bed, took the big drums hanging on Mu Shi and left the bedroom.

The boundless spring rain is falling.

The delicate peony was delicately drenched in drizzle, and the green branches were bent, as if they were about to fall into the dust.

Under the eaves of Rong'an Courtyard, Qiu Wen came out of the main house with plain makeup, and commanded in a low voice: "Madame is in a bad mood, it's easy to sleep, so don't guard at the door, so as not to disturb Madame." ”

A few maids hurriedly bowed down.

Qiu Wen covered the door of the house, stirred the handkerchief with both hands, her eyes were full of anger, and walked along the carved verandah to the wing room where she lived.

On the first night of his return, he refused to rest in the courtyard of his wife because of the second son's affairs.

Instead, he went to the Xue family's slut.

It's just a sick seedling that doesn't look good, only looks beautiful, and it's worth thinking about!

In vain, she has been carefully maintained during this time, and she still thinks that the lord does not favor Mrs. Lucky, maybe he will call her to serve, just like before......

The carved verandah winds elegantly, and every few steps, a glass lamp hangs.

The light of the lantern was swallowed up by the dark and cold spring rain, and only a few clusters of light were smudged in the mist, barely illuminating the verandah.

Qiu Wen walked to the corner with an unkind face, but saw a figure leaning against the red lacquer pillar.

Wearing a frost-white middle coat, the shoulders are casually draped with a bellflower blue and silver thread embroidered hydrangea ball.

The raven-colored lacquered hair was lazily tied around the waist, and a few strands of long hair hung down from the corners of the forehead, which made the face more and more beautiful, and a little cinnabar was gorgeous.

It was the concubine that their wife regarded as a thorn in the side-

Xiao Tingchen.

At this time, this concubine is not as fragrant as he usually has the fragrance of books, but is evil, like a ghost who comes from the rain, although he has a gorgeous skin, but he is inexplicably stunning.

He held a dark purple and gold fine cigarette gun in his left hand, and he was leisurely swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

The side face flickered in the smoke and lights, and the curvature of the thin lips was particularly sinister.

Qiu Wen frowned secretly, somehow a little flustered.

She said loudly: "It's a big night, the fifth prince doesn't go to bed, what are you doing here?" It must be known that this is the courtyard of the lady, and the son appeared at night, and the etiquette was not in order. ”

"Yu Li's disagreement?"

Xiao Tingchen squinted at her, and his thin lips pulled out a little mocking smile.