There are no lights in the room.

The moonlight on the ground stopped outside the bed tent, the curves of the thin quilt were exquisitely undulating, and suddenly a short and muffled sneeze sounded, and then the sneeze became more and more crisp and bright, and the thin quilt arched out of Du Zhenxi's little head, the green silk was slightly messy, and her cheeks were flushed, she rubbed her nose and got up, panting for fresh air, and the itching between her nose and throat gradually stopped.

The green silk hanging down in front of him blocked the scenery on his chest, the black hair swept the snow skin, and he looked more and more slender and thin, and the thin quilt between the sit-ups was covered at the base of the legs, but he was not wearing an inch.

The girl's newly grown body is smooth and flawless, and it should be paired with a gorgeous skirt, but the purple bamboo screen is hung in a teenager's outfit.

Du Zhenxi tucked his trouser legs into the foundation boots, straightened up and put on his stand-up collar mid-shirt, glanced at the corner of the wall, and heard a familiar footsteps from far and near.

"Seven less."

There was no response to a call that was neither high nor low, Xiao Gui opened his voice slightly, raised the sheep's horn glass lamp in his hand, and the high halo spread over the threshold and threw it into the dim room, and the folding fan screen outside the partition was closed, and a silhouette was reflected in the diffuse aperture.

Du Zhenxi squinted his eyes at the bright light, and couldn't help but sneeze again, but his movements were familiar, supporting his waist with one hand, and twisting the white silk stacked at the head of the bed with the other, wrapping it around his chest and abdomen, not hindered by the shawl in the slightest.

She was well-tied, and her belated response was nasal, "said." ”

The voice is clear, and the silhouette of the zigzag projection is hazy and not real.

Gui Kai hurriedly pressed down the sheep's horn glass lamp, stared at the regathered halo under his feet and said, "Qi Shao is good, the fourth master did step on the point where the city gate was closed and returned to the city, and after dismissing the stewards and subordinates who followed him, he went straight to Santang and Nine Alleys with his personal clothes. Looking at that formation, it seems that he is planning to stay in Qingyuan Hall for a long time. ”

Du Zhenxi turned out of the inner room, the stand-up collar middle coat was covered with a dark pattern gown, the hair was tied with a hosta on the top of her head, and the deliberately depicted distant mountain eyebrows added to the heroic spirit, she stretched out her hand to Gui Kai, "Great-grandmother rested?" ”

"The old lady's Qinghe Courtyard has been turned off and locked." Gui Kai replied, one line raised his foot to lead the way, one line presented the medicine bottle, and then said, "Several masters of the thirteenth line also got the news of the return of the fourth master, and chartered a private room in Qingyuan Hall, and wanted to pick up the wind and wash the dust for the fourth master." The young lady of the Tang family is also here. ”

When he mentioned Miss Tang, his voice was slightly raised.

Du Zhenxi was unmoved, he only leaned his neck and drank the potion, casually threw the empty medicine bottle to Gui Kai, and then spoke, his thick nasal voice was already thick and hoarse, "I'll go to see the fourth uncle first, and then you will do what you have to do." ”

Gui Kai should be, with one hand on the light, and the other hand is familiar with the road to find out the three things of Jin, carefully pinned Du Zhenxi's waist, looked at Du Zhenxi's flushed face, and couldn't help persuading, "More deeply, you are sick, don't delay too long in Qingyuan Hall." ”

Du Zhenxi hummed, pulled out a sweat towel, and pressed his blocked nose.

The carriage of Dufu turned into the street, the Guangyang Mansion without curfew became more and more lively at night, the people traveled at night, the traders shouted, close to the three halls and nine lanes, it was another noisy scene, the sound of silk and bamboo was charming, and the sound of warblers and swallows was endless.

These three halls and nine lanes are not ordinary house plates, but the famous fireworks place of Guangyang Mansion.

Qingyuan Hall is located in the depths, and it is the most prosperous flower building in the three halls and nine lanes.

Du Zhenxi didn't go to the front gate and went to the side door, got out of the car and saw Gui Kai go to run errands, and then turned his head to look at the little turtle slave waiting at the fork in the road.

The little turtle slave had to be taken care of by Gui Kai in advance, and he was busy with his hand and bow to lead the way, "Seven young people are better than coming early, the banquet has been eaten, but the fourth master has not yet entered the table." said that he was covered with dust and didn't have to spoil the fun, so he went to bathe in bamboo soup and cleanse himself first......"

As he spoke, his small eyes glanced straight at Du Zhenxi.

I never thought that the seven young people who came here in the starry night were sick.

Looking at the age of fifteen or sixteen years old, there are quite a few boys and girls, handsome and sickly, and I don't know if I can stand the Fengyue methods of Qingyuantang.

His mind deviated, Du Zhenxi took a slap at his feet, and threw out a broken silver, "Go to the bamboo soup first." ”

The little turtle slave had nothing to do, pinching the broken silver and becoming more and more flattering, leading the person to the depths of the winding path, and paused, "This place is not something that a small one can enter." Seven young people are self-sufficient, and the small ones are waiting outside. ”

The more you do the skin and meat business, the more you love to flaunt elegance.

The soup pool of Qingyuantang is named after pine, bamboo, and plum, which means elegance and rules.

Du Zhenxi chuckled, picked up the hem of his robe and entered alone.

The bamboo soup is as quiet as no one, and the water vapor weaves a white mist.

Du Zhenxi waved his hand, staring tentatively in the direction of the soup pool, "Fourth uncle? ”