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With Xiaohua's natural divine power, Ye Zhen originally thought that the work that could not be completed in the dark would be completed in the evening, and the time was wasted on the fine carving flowers.

"Young master, why did you throw away the cot?" Xiaohua and Ye Zhen put the small bed in the corner of the courtyard together, and couldn't help but wonder.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ye Zhen said, "Our room is small, this small bed takes up too much space, and this big bed is enough for the two of us to sleep together."

"Don't worry, I have a groove in the middle of the bed so that you can put a partition" Ye Zhen was afraid that Xiaohua would misunderstand herself, so she quickly explained.

But Xiaohua just smiled and didn't say a word, looking at Ye Zhen quietly, with only the word affection in her eyes.

Sleeping in a bed, Xiaohua didn't feel anything, but was a little excited, if it weren't for the fear of insulting the young master's body, Xiaohua would have promised it a long time ago.

What I'm afraid of is that one day Ye Zhen will recover his memory and be angry at Xiaohua's boldness and presumptuousness.

There was no stall today, and after making the bed, Ye Zhen took advantage of the fact that it was not dark yet, and went around for a walk.

When she came home, Xiaohua had already prepared the meal, like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband to come home.

In ancient times, in addition to making villains, there was no other entertainment at night, so the two went to bed early.

Early the next morning, Ye Zhen helped Xiaohua set up the tea stall, and then told Xiaohua that she wanted to go out alone.

Xiaohua took out another purse, but Ye Zhen refused, the one he gave yesterday still had a lot of silver taels in it, and it didn't cost much money for Ye Zhen to do next.

"Young master, I'm afraid it's going to rain today, and now your body is still weak, you can't get caught in the rain, young master of this umbrella, you take it" Xiaohua handed a cyan paper umbrella to Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen looked up at the sky, there were no clouds, the sun was shining, it looked like it was going to rain, but he didn't want Xiaohua's new to be empty, so he took the umbrella in his hand, and it didn't sink anyway.

Ye Zhen didn't tell Xiaohua what he was going to do, after going out, with light steps, he found the study yesterday evening, bought the four treasures of the study with paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and came to the West Lake leisurely.

Circling around the West Lake for a while, on the road, the shore is full of osmanthus trees, in the warm spring, the osmanthus is in full bloom, the direction of the gust of direction is rushing to the nose, around, there are people everywhere who watch the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, most of them are locals.

"This West Lake is indeed so beautiful, if it is an ordinary scenery, this local is afraid that he will be tired of seeing it for a long time."

However, just when Ye Zhen was looking at the golden in a daze, he suddenly felt that the sky had darkened, and when he looked up, the originally sunny and sunny sky was covered with thick dark clouds at some point.

Ye Zhen opened his mouth, and before he could complain, a few drops of rain fell on his face.

I was shocked, and hurriedly opened the paper umbrella, the pen and ink inkstone was nothing, this paper was expensive, and Ye Zhen bought the best rice paper.

Standing quietly by the lake for a while, Ye Zhen had no joy or sorrow in his heart, slowly walked into the broken bridge not far away, looked at the raindrops falling from the sky, and lightly deducted the ripples on the surface of the lake, and involuntarily thought of the small flower in his heart.

"It would be nice if this girl was here, such a beautiful scenery, I guess she likes it too" The corners of Ye Zhen's mouth curled slightly.

Gradually, the surface of the lake slowly lifted up a light veil-like mist, blurring the distant traces, but it became more and more poetic.

Ye Zhen stood quietly here, looked at the edge of the stone bridge under his feet, the edge of the stone bridge was not too wet, Ye Zhen committed himself to sit on the edge of the broken bridge, put his legs under the bridge, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery, looking at the West Lake shrouded in smoke and rain, and the blurred place in the distance, the two peaks connected by the fog, like two lovers holding hands.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, because Ye Zhen thought of what he was going to write, this sudden burst of rain came and went quickly, and even some places were not completely wet, and in the cracks in the clouds, golden pillars of light were revealed...

After receiving the umbrella, since it is to do business, it is natural that it cannot be in such a place where there are few people.

Returning to the crowded shore, Ye Zhen untied the small wooden table behind him, and after supporting it, the paper, ink, pen and cigarette were also ready.

After thinking about it, Ye Zhen looked at the two peaks at the end of the clouds and mist again, and then picked up the pen and splashed ink on the paper.

"The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively not connected.

After writing, Ye Zhen looked at the black and white verses, and he couldn't help but read them for a while, then picked up the paper with his fingers and blew it gently.

"This ink is also good ink, black and transparent" Ye Zhen smiled, and flicked his fingers on the blank space of the paper.

"Jingle Bell..."

As soon as Ye Zhen put down the rice paper, the sound of jade falling to the ground sounded in front of him.

Involuntarily looked up, and there was a turquoise vermilion hairpin in front of him, and at the tail, three jade beads were pulled by silver threads.

Ye Zhen thought about it for a while, this Zhu Hai seemed to have been dropped by the two girls who had just passed by here.

Before the meeting, someone suddenly wanted to pick up this Zhu Hai, Ye Zhen stepped out, bypassed the small table, and picked up Zhu Hai one step ahead of the person.

Looking at the embarrassed young man, Ye Zhen always felt a little familiar.

But I didn't think much about it, maybe I just met a few times inadvertently.

"Miss in white, you have dropped something" Ye Zhen raised his hand with Zhu Hai, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at this Zhu Hai.

In addition to the silver silk pearls, the tail of Zhu Hai is also engraved with the four ancient seals of Baoqingfang, but Ye Zhen didn't care.

The green shutter girl in front of her, and the umbrella maid in green next to her slowly turned around, Ye Zhen saw the face of the girl in white, and her eyes slowly froze.

If Xiaohua gave Ye Zhen the feeling that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, then the woman in white in front of her is rare even in the sky.

It's just that... Ye Zhen was slightly surprised after coming back to his senses, because the fairy in front of him had a peerless appearance and a good figure of a girl in white, whether it was sideburns, white clothes on her body, and the maid in green clothes beside her.

Ye Zhenxin suddenly remembered the White Lady, but... He is not Xu Xian, this is not a mythical world, Ye Zhen smiled, held the sharp part of Zhu Hai, and handed Zhu Hai to Xiao Bai.

However, it was the smiling and easy maid next to him who took Zhu Hai over.

"Thank you, childe" The woman in white smiled softly, and Ye Zhen lost her mind for a moment.

Seeing that the girl in white was holding Zhu Hai's hand trembling slightly, Ye Zhen smiled and whispered, "This Zhu Hai seems to be very important to the girl, don't lose it again, someone wanted to pick it up just now."

"What Childe said is that Xiaobai remembered" Xiaobai nodded slightly, as for why Xiaobai's hands trembled a little, only she understood.

"Girl, your body... Isn't it a little uncomfortable? The little hand of the girl in white before Ye Zhen met kept trembling lightly, and her beautiful eyes kept staring at her.

"Girl, you are..."Ye Zhen was stared at a little uncomfortable.

"The north and south peaks are high in the sky, and the two peaks are relatively disconnected. Late in the Xinyu Lake, a cloud locks two tips..."

"It's nice... That's nice... Can Childe tell the little girl what this poem means? Xiaobai calmed down, and showed a shallow smile towards Ye Zhen, and in an instant, I don't know how many men fell for it.

"Why not" Ye Zhen smiled at the corner of his mouth, looked at the rice paper, and whispered:

"The first two lines of the poem point to the north and south sides of the West Lake, each with a mountain, and the mountain is towering into the clouds, but although the two peaks are facing each other, they are not together"

"In the last two sentences, the three words in the poem: new, stupid, lock, because after the new rain, the clouds and mist are shrouded, connecting the two mountains together, and with the clouds and mist connected, the two of them are also counted together."

"In any case, being able to be with the person you like is happiness, but it's a pity..."

Ye Zhen raised his head, looked at the mist that gradually dissipated under the warm sun, shook his head slightly and sighed, "The time together is too short... too short...".

"yes... If you can be together, that's happiness" Ye Zhen's words in his ears made Xiaobai's eyes unconsciously misty again.

(End of chapter)