Chen Shao's face did not move, as if he hadn't heard Pei Shu's changed title, so he naturally took his place and turned to his daughter with a light smile.

"A few words are written on the clothes of the colored silk, which is a suicide note, for my father is quite familiar with the method of handwriting identification, His Majesty has sent an edict, and I will help you take a look." He didn't care much about authenticity.

Chen Ying opened her mouth slightly.

Chen Shao is still an expert in handwriting identification?

After thinking about it, he gave some small objects, most of the antiquities of the previous dynasty, all of them are fine products, and I remembered that I heard Li mention, he is unique in calligraphy and painting, and is the best at distinguishing authenticity.

"Does Father see anything?" Chen Ying asked again, the aftermath of the light in her eyes rippled on Pei Shu's body.

Pei Shu did not leave, he was standing on the steps in the rain, as soon as he touched this eye wave, he suddenly felt that the sky was clear, the autumn rain was pleasant, and the cold wind that blew chills all over his body also made him happy.

He grinned and watched her talk to Chen Shao, the crystal hairpin dangling and the tassel hitting the crow's sideburns.

only to realize that her hair is many and black, and the crystal hairpins are reflected as green daisies.

Thinking about it like this, he didn't seem to have given her anything back, otherwise, give her a good-looking hairpin?

He pondered, subconsciously pinching his sleeve cage and squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

With an extra pair of gloves and three more handkerchiefs, the small box was almost impossible to fit.

The weather is so nice today!

His mouth grinned again.

Chen Shao was also squinting.

He didn't answer his daughter's question for the time being, his attention was on Pei Shu, and he almost drooled when he grinned, looked at him happy, and looked stupid and stupid.

The man in the green shirt and the gentle man had a black face inexplicably.

"Father, father." Seeing Chen Shao's distraction, Chen Ying called twice.

Chen Shao pulled back his thoughts, pondered for a moment, and said warmly: "I asked someone to go to the Yongcheng Marquis Mansion to get the handwriting of the colored silk, and I compared it, the suicide note was written by her herself, and the handwriting was correct." As for the use of words and tone. ”

He sighed: "When a man is about to die, his words are also mourning." ”

Not knowing what to remember, he became gloomy.

Even after guessing the answer, Chen Ying still felt like he was punching the cotton.

If this is a game, then the person who set up the game is really a powerful character, and there are no flaws so far.

After being silent for a moment, Chen Shao's expression returned to the same as before, looking at Chen Ying.

"Is my son going home?" He asked, glancing at Pei Shu.

Chen Ying shook her head: "I want to go to the Yongcheng Marquis Mansion and talk to the eldest girl of their family." ”

"So." Chen Shao lowered his eyes to her, stretched out his hand suddenly, and patted her lightly: "Ah Ying has grown up and has the ability, but he can't compare to his father." ”

The gentle voice came like a wave of water, as if it could drown people.

Chen Ying felt slightly embarrassed.

There is no reason for this embarrassment, and if you think about it, there is no trace of it.

It's just embarrassing.

And the daughter went. She took a half-step back and bowed.

Chen Shao's expression did not move, as if he was unaware of her embarrassment, and stepped forward with an umbrella: "Send you to the car for your father." ”

After speaking, he glanced to the side.

Pei Shu was still grinning.

Chen Ying also saw it, and the corners of her lips pouted: "Little Hou Ye, I'll go first, you can get busy." Then he pointed to the big umbrella: "I have this umbrella with me, thank you." ”

Chen Shao's hand holding the umbrella tightened slightly.

It turned out that this umbrella belonged to someone else.

He turned his head gently, looked at Pei Shu who was drenched in the rain on the steps, and smiled like a lonely bamboo under the moon: "No need, the little marquis is tall and big, and it is advisable to hold a big umbrella, this umbrella is still kept by the little marquis for his own use." ”

couldn't help but say, stuffed the umbrella back into him, and beckoned to the side: "Come on, bring an oil umbrella to the girl." ”

Chang Sui Yanlai ran over with a smile, holding two umbrellas in his arms, one was gray, opened, and held it for Chen Shao's father and daughter, and handed over another one, the umbrella surface of lotus green and thin silk, embroidered with fine green chrysanthemums on all sides, very delicate.

Chen Shao took it and handed it to Chen Ying: "This is for my father to ask someone to make it for you, a total of twelve handles are made, and you can use it instead." ”

It's really a big deal, and the umbrellas are all made into a dozen.

Chen Ying had to take it, thanked her father for his love, and then boarded the car and set off.

When the carriage drove away, she lifted the curtain and looked over, and saw Chen Shao holding an umbrella and talking to Pei Shu, the green shirt under the gray umbrella was the same, and the black robe under the green umbrella was like night, standing opposite, all smiling.

It's just that one laughs silly, and the other laughs fakely.

I don't know what they can talk about.

Chen Ying thought for a breath, put aside her thoughts, and sat down with the curtain closed.

At this moment, all she could think about in her heart was Chen Lu's confession.

The cold streets, the sound of hooves, the autumn rain swept the car curtains, swept the rows of eaves and green railings, and swept the city in late autumn.

Such a season is suitable for missing, for sorrow, and for sighing.

The girl by the window counted the falling in the cool breeze, sighing that time is fleeting; The passer-by of the detention trip, drinking a glass of turbid wine, the nostalgia is long, and the floating life is like a send; The boat by the lake is looking forward to the wind and reeds, hoping that the penny can catch a few more live fish for a Chinese meal.

In the garden of Beizhuang, Guo Wanzhi sat in the water pavilion, the water-red golden carp with wide sleeves and a shawl half fell between the elbows, revealing the onion and white silver silk rhombic shirt inside, the narrow sleeves, and the two-inch-wide royal blue moire wide edge sewn on the edge of the sleeve, which was gorgeous and gorgeous.

A thin vermilion lacquer penny rested beside her, and the slender fishing line was thrown into the water, hidden in the ripples of thousands of raindrops.

"Hasn't Sima come back yet?" She asked lazily.

Only Pearl was the only one in the pavilion, and he stepped forward and whispered: "Mrs. Hui, not yet." ”

Guo Wan frowned: "If it drags on like this, when I know about it, I'm afraid the whole capital will also know." ”

As soon as the words fell, Onyx suddenly hurried over and said respectfully: "Madam, Steward Sima is back." ”

"It's finally here." Guo Wan withdrew Zhiyi's hand, turned around and sat up straight: "Call her in, you all stand back." ”

The two retreated silently, and the water pavilion suddenly became empty.

Guo Wan raised her eyes and looked around.

Outside the pavilion is facing the water, flat slope on three sides, planted a large piece of otgi, some flowers, thin smoke purple, there are not many red knotweeds in it, spread out sparsely, because the interval is not dense, it can not hide people.

A hundred steps away, the first to see the building, all of them are beautiful, like the royal bones.

Guo Wan saw Sima Xiu early in the morning.

The lady in charge half-bowed her head, not walking fast, stepping on the red and purple lily all the way, moving slowly, avoiding stepping on any plant, very cautious and cautious.

Not quite like a charlatan.

It doesn't look like it's worth seven hundred taels of silver.

And in fact, she is worth it.

Guo Wan laughed, waited for her to get closer, and said jokingly: "Why are you walking so slowly, are you afraid of stepping on ants?" ”

Sima Xiu's face was expressionless, and he bowed: "Mrs. Hui, the matter is done." ”

"Seeing you come, I know that things must be fine, you tell me carefully." Guo Wan put one hand on the Zhu Rail, her big sleeves hung down, and the wind blew, like water waves dissipating.