Seeing this situation, Xun Chun knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he quickly reached out and took a light green gauze embroidered with bamboo leaves from the side and draped it on Qing Huan.

He gently held half of her body again.

"Miss, even if you don't want to lie down, you can tell the slave and maid what you want to do, and you don't have to do it yourself."

Qing Huan ignored her, and wanted to really call you to do it, it's strange that you are willing to listen to me, and it takes a lot of more words.

She was supported by Xunchun and wanted to go outside the house.

Xun Chun saw Qing Huan's actions and was about to persuade Qing Huan to take a walk in the house and not go out of the house.

Just like that, a soft shout sounded outside the door.

"Miss Five, are you awake?"

It's the sound of the evening light.

Qing Huan sighed helplessly.

"Wake up, come in."

Xun Chun hurriedly walked a few steps, walked to the door of the house, and opened the door from the inside.

Seeing Wanzhao walking in front, Huaidie carried a basin filled with hot water and walked in from outside the house with a breath of morning dew.

As soon as Wanzhao and Huaidie entered the door, they saw that Qinghuan had already gotten up and was standing at the door of the house.

Wanzhao was startled, quickly turned around and covered the door, and walked to the other side of Qing Huan and gently supported Qing Huan.

Xunchun let go and went to clean up the bed.

"Miss, why did you get up, you are still not feeling well, Lang Zhong told you to stay in bed for two days.

It's windy outside, you stand at the door of the house, if you catch a cold again, what can you do? ”

Qinghuan has heard this for the second time, and she feels annoyed in her heart, she used to be a big grinning character, where is there so much exquisiteness. I was stuffy in the house all day, and I had to get sick even if I wasn't sick.

However, they all had good intentions, and she couldn't refuse with a straight face, so she had to resort to playing tricks.

"Good sister, just spare me, I've been stuffy in this house for a day, and I'm very upset, and this head doesn't hurt anymore. I don't go anywhere else, just take a walk in our yard, and I definitely don't go out of the yard, there is no wind in the yard.

You just follow me, I'll walk and come back and continue to lie down, okay? ”

When Wanzhao heard Qinghuan, even her good sister shouted out, and saw that the look on her face was indeed much better, and she was a little hesitant when she heard that she was just walking in the yard.

Qing Huan saw that she hesitated, and didn't give her much time to think, so she walked out with her feet up.

"If you don't speak, I'll just take you as a promise."

Wanzhao saw that he couldn't stop it, so he didn't stop it, and hurriedly walked to Qinghuan's side, held her hand, and stopped her falsely.

"Miss, you should wash up first, and it's not too late to add clothes and go out."

Qing Huan then remembered that he was in a hurry to get out of the house, and he even forgot to wash.

She quickly wiped her face with the towel handed over by Huaidie.

After a simple wash. Qing Huan waited for the evening photo to tidy up her clothes, and then walked out of this room for the first time.

Although he had seen this Moyun Hall in his dream, when Qing Huan saw the situation in the garden with his own eyes, he deeply realized the beauty of this Jiangnan garden.

The design of Jiangnan gardens is mostly from the painters of the world, and they pay great attention to the combination of virtual and real, and the artistic conception is matched. Every corner of the garden built here is like looking at the scenery of the Chinese painting.

The courtyard of Moyuntang is not large, surrounded by a circle of white walls and tiled walls, and hollow flower windows are opened on the wall, revealing a small piece of scenery outside the wall.

Close to the position of the courtyard wall, a rockery of high and low is piled up with mountain stones, and a low and sloping shrub is planted halfway up the rockery, and there are a few bushes of fine grass next to the shrub. The shrubs are full of branches and leaves, leaning towards a pond next to the rockery.

There are koi fish swimming back and forth in the clear water.

A winding path is paved with gravel next to the pool, leading to the bottom of the porch. There is another gravel path that leads under the porch to the crescent door.

There is also a flower pot at the crescent gate, a tree is planted in the flower pot, Qing Huan looked at the tree and remembered, it was a cotton tree, at this time the method of cotton weaving has not yet been popularized, this kind of plant from the subtropics, mostly regarded as a rare ornamental object by the rich and noble, planted and appreciated.

Looking at the plant, Qing Huan smiled, and didn't pay much attention to it.

At this time, it is the end of spring and early summer, and the weather at the end of April is neither hot nor cool, and it is the most comfortable time of the year.

Qing Huan stood in front of the house, squinting slightly, looking at the scenery full of Chinese paintings, and felt that the manic depression in his heart had dissipated a lot.

After looking at the scenery for a while, Qing Huan lifted his feet and walked to the study on the side.

Anyway, she has already come out, and Wanzhao saw that Qing Huan's face was good, so she walked around at will.

Qing Huan stepped into the small study with his feet, and the evening light followed into the small study.

In the study, there is a huge solid wood bookcase in front of it. In addition to the four treasures of the study, various colors of paint, and many blank molds of masks were placed on the case.

There is a bookshelf on the left side, and a few books are scattered on the shelf.

In addition, there are two large shelves, which are divided into four parts, on which are hung or pendulumped, or stacked, and countless masks are placed.

Those masks have characters from myths and legends, and Qing Huan recognized that there are Erlang God, Feitian, Queen Mother of the West and so on.

But more often than not, it is a mask of common objects.

This Miss Hua is an interesting person, except for the slightly normal masks of men, women and children. She also made masks for cats, dogs, peacocks, jackals, tigers and leopards, and even mosquitoes, trees, tables and chairs, benches, stones.

As long as she could draw it, she made it into a mask according to her own understanding.

Although, I had seen these things in my memory for a long time, but when Qing Huan really saw this room full of strange masks with her own eyes, Qing Huan was still deeply impressed by this Miss Hua's brain.

This room full of masks, well-made and delicately brushed, obviously took countless efforts on the part of Miss Hua.

I was interested in the mask because Qing Huan knew that she was likely to be able to transform by wearing a mask, but in her memory, Miss Nahua would not transform.

I don't know what the reason is that prompted Miss Hua to calm down and make so many masks at a young age without being able to transform.

Qing Huan suspected that Miss Hua liked to make masks and that she could transform, and it may not be accidental between the two, but what is the origin of this, Qing Huan can't figure it out.

Qing Huan's way of doing things is that if you don't understand something, you don't want to.

She carefully looked at the mask in the room, took a flying one from her hand, and put it in front of her eyes to look at it carefully. Qing Huan is now very eager to put on a mask and try it immediately, but there is still an evening photo standing next to him.

She didn't want to scare her poor little girl into a fool.

"Wanzhao, I want to be quiet in this house, you go out, I'll call you again if there's something."

As soon as Wan Zhao heard Qinghuan's words, her head was about to explode, yesterday morning, Miss just wanted to be quiet, and she fell and injured her head when she was alone.

Now that the bag on Miss's head is still bulging, and her forehead is still wrapped in a scarf, how dare she put Qinghuan alone.

"Miss, you can spare the slave maid, you were alone yesterday, you just fell your head, if something goes wrong again, Madame must not pick the skin of the slave maid."

Qing Huan remembered that yesterday, because of his own wrestling, Liang's punishment of the evening light and the clear sky, and his face couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

If you want to be alone again, it will be difficult to speak.

She was desperate to try the mask now, and she couldn't give up just because she couldn't stay alone. Therefore she chose six of these many masks and held them in her hand.

A flyer, a man, a kitten, a tree, a mosquito, a rock.

It just so happens to be, one for mythological figures, one for ordinary people, one for animals, one for plants, one for insects, and one for dead things.

After choosing the mask, Qing Huan didn't stay in this study for long, and listened to the persuasion of Wanzhao, so she took the six masks and went back to her boudoir.

Lying back on the bed, the maids waiting for Wanzhao and Qingtian were obviously relieved, and they went their own ways, leaving Nian Lu to stay by Qinghuan's side and listen to her instructions.

Qing Huan was lying on the bed, holding a mask in his hand, looking left and right, the more he looked, the more itchy he became.