In winter, the garden has a special taste, the leaves are withered, and the branches are bare, revealing their original form.

Although Lu Tang just said that he wanted to go back to Lan Fangxuan to continue watching the play, he didn't have the slightest intention of going back. Therefore, after leaving Lu Jiu's sight, she was still aimless, wandering around the garden alone.

"Sitting in the spring boudoir only feels that time is like an arrow,

Infinite sorrow and hatred are on the top of the eyebrows.

The slave here has a clear face in his heart,

Sleepless at night, who do you say to when you get up? ”

Suddenly, there was a desolate and tactful drama sounding faintly, and I don't know which play it was singing, but I could only hear the tune a hundred times and a thousand times, and the people who were punished every word were distressed.

However, although the voice was good, Lu Tang only felt panicked - the garden was deserted and empty, and he could only hear the sound of the woman singing in the air, which almost frightened people's hearts.

"Which sister is singing?"

Lu Tang strengthened his courage, pinched the corners of his clothes tightly, and asked with a slight trembling.

The front of the road was empty, but suddenly from behind a tree not far away, Shi Shiran turned out of a figure, tall but a man.

I also saw that the man lowered his head slightly and walked slowly to show respect, wearing a crown of purple gold with a bundle of hair inlaid on his head, his eyebrows were tied to a dewed jade bead curtain gold wipe forehead with an oval jade bead in the middle, and a brilliant red gold plate and jade ring around his neck.

On his body, he wore a two-color gold hundred butterfly wearing flower red arrow sleeves, tied with colorful silk and flower knots, and covered with a stone blue flower eight groups of forged spike gowns, and wore blue satin foundation small court boots. There is also a plush snow-white fragrant fox fur coat outside. Just look at the grace and luxury of the whole person's upper and lower clothes, and the colorful colors are especially eye-catching in this plain environment.

Lu Tang was a little dazzled, and he only felt that this person's dress was too heavy and complicated, regardless of the gold, silver, incense, and smell, all of his brains were piled up on his body, and he was afraid that he was a "lowly and rich man" who had no foundation in his family.

"The slave is disturbing Miss."

The man's voice was a little peculiar, it sounded very magnetic, gentle and warm with a little crisp, and the tone dragged on for a long time, so there was a bit of lazy coquettishness faintly revealed.

"Who are you?"

Lu Tang guessed in his heart that this person must have come out of the troupe, but he couldn't be sure which one it was, so he asked.

"The slave's cheap name is afraid of staining the young lady's ears, but there are some names that can barely be heard. The slave was a child to learn drama, and when he was thirteen years old, he took the lead and got the stage name given by the master - Furong Jade. ”

The man raised his head and stared at Lu Tang's dark eyes, with some inexplicable meaning. And although the words in his mouth were respectful, his tone did not mean to be self-consciously lowly.

Lu Tang didn't care if his casual attitude offended him at this time, he only felt that his mind was chaotic, and he couldn't slow down for a while-it was not strange that this person was Furong Yu, and he had doubts earlier.

It's just that this man looks a little, and a little ...... Special.

At first glance, the man in his eyes looks like a knife, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, his nose is like a hanging gall, and his eyes are like autumn waves. If there are only these, there is nothing special, just a handsome and dashing young man.

However, there was a little striking red in the middle of his eyebrows, and a pair of dark eyes became very bewitching. The color of the face is as white as frost and snow, and even the lip color is a light and almost non-existent pink.

The upper half of the face is thick and colorful, but the lower half of the face is as pale as water.

It looks like a person is not a person, and it looks like a demon but not a demon.

Age is not distinguished, gender is blurred.

And the outfit that he had just looked at was too luxurious and heavy, and now his countenance was strangely harmonious—there was nothing more suitable for his beautiful and strange face than this grand and extravagant dress dressed in gold and silver.

This person, this person looks really a little speechless.

Lu Tang was a little stunned, and a pair of round eyes stared at the hibiscus jade in front of him.

"Miss, would you like to talk to the slave?"

He lowered his eyes and asked slowly.

“…… Good. ”

Lu Tang swallowed his saliva and said.