"Everything?" Chu Xian was stunned: "You transported everything here?" ”

"Not only has it been shipped, but the manpower has also been prepared, and I have re-selected and arranged the location layout in front of the mountain." He stretched out his hand and brushed the snowflakes on Chu Xian's shoulder: "Look at this day, I first set a time with the people below, does my sister think it is appropriate?" ”

"The time is right, fourth brother ......"

"It's suitable," he touched his chin and smiled: "Brother, I asked Master Zhenhuan to go to the back mountain to enjoy the snow, and my sister will go back to the yard early, don't freeze." ”

Although he wanted to spend more time with his sister, he really didn't want to stay any longer to listen to what Chu Xian said to thank him.

See you out!

In the ice and snow, the distant back is extremely chic and handsome.

Chu Xian looked at it for a while and retracted her gaze and shook the handkerchief in her hand.

If she can help her, Wuge has already helped her get all ready, and then it's up to her to do so.

"Qing'er, go back and fetch some warm water, I'll clean my hands, and then get a clean clay pot." Chu Xian thought about it and ordered.

In her memory, her second brother Fuchang is an elegant person. I remember when I was a child in the back garden of Fuzhong, I swept the snow and made tea with him in the pavilion on a snowy day, and I tasted tea with me.

I learned it today, and it was very appropriate.

After cleaning her hands, she walked to the plum forest in the northeast corner of Tanzhe Temple, ready to collect some pure snow on the plum buds and go back to make tea.

For a quarter of an hour, Chu Xian hadn't gone back yet.

The young man who was reading by the window in the house was a little irritable, and called Su Peisheng in: "Where did Fujin go?" ”

Su Peisheng bowed: "I just sent someone back to spread the word to collect Jingxue in Meilin, saying that he was going to come back to make tea for you." ”

Collect pure snow to make tea? Xiao Fujin is so leisurely?

The irritability in his heart was suppressed, but his brows were still wrinkled, why did he go in person when it was so cold? Obviously weak and afraid of cold.

Su Peisheng tilted his head and looked at him, thinking for a while: "The slave is going to get Fujin back?" ”

The young man didn't answer, only put down the book: "Pen and ink are waiting, and the master wants to practice calligraphy." ”

"The slave has a lot of cramps on his fingers today, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to study well. Ask for grace, the slave will go and invite Fujin back to grind for you, okay? ”

"Stupid minion," the book in the young man's hand was thrown over directly: "You even dare to call Fujin now!" ”

Su Peisheng carefully took the book back and put it on the table, then raised his hands and trembled: "Look at the claws of the minion, I have been embarrassed today, I am really afraid of ruining your ink." ”

"Let's get out." The boy picked up the teacup.

Chu Xian, who was collecting snow on the buds in the plum forest, was found, holding a small clay pot filled with snow.

She put down the clay pot and walked to the side of the table in the east room: "I have practiced calligraphy in the house a lot these days, and I have some experience in grinding. "I grinded before, I was despised by him, and today I want to get back face.

The young man glanced at her: "Go to the charcoal basin to roast first and then come over, don't give the cold on your body to the master." ”

Chu Xian went to the west bedroom, changed her shoes and socks and cleaned her hands, and then stood by the charcoal basin to keep warm obediently.

Xiao Qi touched his chin: "He obviously said cold words, but he felt a little good, isn't this the cold face and hot heart that the painting book says, boss?" ”

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you like a dumb person." Chu Xian's bright eyes flashed, and she gave Xiao Qi a roll of the eyes in her heart.

She warmed herself up and prepared to go to the east room to grind for him, and when she opened the curtain and came out of the bedroom, she was stunned.

In the hall, a young man dressed in a dark pattern of cyan bamboo branches was sitting at a small round table facing the door to make tea. He had a small red clay stove and a set of terracotta tea sets at hand.

Reflecting the sassy white snow, the handsome young man looks like he will shine.