Chu Yun refused to live or die, saying that the country was exactly the time when he needed him. There are invaders outside, and there are disputes on the inside. He couldn't go abroad at this time, and in the end he didn't even return home.

Qingyan found out that she was pregnant, and wrote a letter. Please the tortoiseshell must be handed over to Chu Yun, and Chu Yun received the letter. When no one is around, I open it at night and find only a small poem on it.

"The bead curtain light gauze tent, the jade man shadow photo. The autumn is cold, and the candles are shaking; The moonlight is thin, and the red mansion is high. Lancang is boundless and vast, so Tuo Dongqing carries a notebook. Plain hands, Zhu pen falls; Will you condense a thousand words, but are you willing to marry? ”

Chu Yun's tears wet the letter, and he clenched his hands into fists. "Why, God is doing this to me?"

Although he was very reluctant, he couldn't give Qingyan a future. Countless times I regretted that if I hadn't attended those events, would the results have been different? It's a pity that there was no if.

He wrote with a pen: "The pavilion is clean through the window, and the lights are bright at night. Hibiscus incense, soft couch warm; The sun is shining, and the red shaft is floating. The dust wants the sea to be deep and secluded, and the cuckoo is passed on to the ruler. Shura's pen falls, and the words punish the heart. Lao Jun's wishful thinking has lasted for a long time, and he will be separated for a long time after that! ”

On the second day, Chu Yun's letter fell on the table of light smoke. Tears fell all over the paper, and Xiaolian pushed the door in. "Miss, but has Gongzi Chu replied?" Light smoke wiped away tears, "It's nothing, it's not his reply." In the future, don't talk about him again, just because I haven't met him! ”

"Miss, what's the matter? I went to the tortoiseshell girl to ask clearly, it must be what Gongzi Chu did to make the young lady look like this. "Light smoke grabbed Xiaolian" Don't go, tortoiseshell doesn't know anything. I'm a little unwell, and the guests these days are all pushed to the other four Oiran! ”

"There are many famous people in the Red Mansion, but only Qingyan is Fang Luo's closed disciple." The rest of the servants, most of them on the seventh floor are under Fang Luomen, people in the old drama team. On the floors below, some were received by well-known troupes, some were bought, and some came in voluntarily.

The other four Oiran are: "Lianyun, Liu Wan, Wan Ting, and Yuan Na." "The four sisters have their own strengths, and their appearance is not bad. He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the sons of rich families may not come here all to listen to the play.

"Miss, the landlord is looking for you!" Qingyan cleaned up and went to Fang Luo's room. Fang Luo in the house coughed badly, "Ahem~ Ahem, my body can't last long!" ”

Qingyan patted him on the back and brought him hot tea. "Master, don't say those frustrating words! You're in good health! ”

"Light smoke, my own body, I know for myself. In the future, this Minghui Pavilion will be yours. You have to be worthy of the hard work of being a teacher! "Master, Qingyan is sorry for you, the matter between me and Chu Yun ......"

"As a teacher, I know that Chu Yun's kid was very sincere at the beginning, but now he has given up? As long as you are in the Red Mansion, even if you take over the team as a teacher, understand? ”

"Master, Qingyan understands that Qingyan has been a person from the Red Chamber all his life." Fang Luo closed his eyes, "I'm tired of being a teacher, you go out!" "The next morning, Xiaolian woke up Qingyan." Miss, Miss, the landlord went~"

"What?" Fang Luo's bed was full of people kneeling, and the room was full of crying when the light smoke went. "Master, you ...... How could it be so sudden! Woo~Woo~"