It rained in the middle of the night, mixed with the scent of flowers, as if it was easier to make people sleep. The small window of the attic is still open, and outside the window is the garden of soaked cinnamon, and the small osmanthus flowers are wrapped in raindrops, and when the raindrops accumulate more and more, they will roll down the branches and leaves, and sink into the dust. In the quiet night, there are occasionally a few insect chirps, which are gradually covered by the sound of rain, until the early morning, the fragrance of flowers is still the same, and the rain is still the same.

Yu Lin hadn't dressed herself up for a long time, and the eyebrow pencil was held in her hand, and she couldn't say how rusty it was. The eyes in the mirror were staring at herself, she hadn't looked at herself in a long time, her face didn't seem to look like the one she knew anymore, her right index finger hung on her left cheek, and then it drooped.

"You're wearing this!" Before she came to Tongzhou, the eldest lady had sorted out the clothes she wanted to wear every day, and arranged them in order, according to the arrangement of the eldest lady, she should have worn the dark red Suzhou embroidered cheongsam with gold and phoenix today, but what Yuyan asked her to wear in front of her was the dark green Shu brocade jasmine cheongsam that she found out of nowhere, her eyes stayed on the clothes for a moment, and then slowly turned to the mirror.

"It seems that you are moving slowly, let alone Qin Ciye, you can't even get out of the door of this business!" Yu Yan snatched the eyebrow pencil in her hand, leaned over, raised her chin with her left hand, and drew her eyebrows as if she were in shape.

Yu Lin didn't want to look at him directly, and she didn't dare to move, so she could only close her eyes and let him become whatever he was. Yu Yan had a thick calloon on the index knuckle of her right hand, which was particularly uncomfortable to scrape on her skin, but he was quite familiar with the movements and sequence of applying makeup, and in the blink of an eye, his hand was resting and the makeup was done. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a bright burst of rose red in the mirror, a color she had never used before, but a color that matched her sparkling skin perfectly.

"Change your clothes!" He casually threw the rouge in his hand, took out a square towel from his coat pocket, wiped his two hands carefully, and then turned around and walked out of the house. Yu Lin walked to the window, looked at the red in the mist and rain, and reached out to close the window.

When Yu Lin went out, the convoy was already neatly lined up outside, but it wasn't until half an hour after she got into the car, that is, when it was close to ten o'clock, that Yuyan gave the order to leave. Yuyan was wearing a long gown when she put on makeup, but now he is wearing a military uniform, he sits upright, his hands are on his chest, and his eyebrows are heroic, which makes people a little afraid when they see it.

Xingyuan is more than 20 miles away from the Marshal's Mansion, on rainy days, there are few pedestrians on the street, and there are not many stores, and occasionally a small dog passes by, and it is also in a hurry, rushing non-stop.

Outside the marshal's mansion, Qin Zongyuan led the crowd to greet him, Yuyan got out of the car, and immediately started to play music, Yu Lin followed him, walked into the gate, passed through the marble paved corridor, bypassed a luxuriously arranged Western-style courtyard, entered the Feng Pavilion, and saw a person in a brocade blue robe sitting in the center, smiling, obviously Qin Ciye.