The sassy bamboos were swaying, and Su Yunran sat quietly in front of the window, with a dewy evening dew flower in front of him.

Su Yunran watched quietly, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked, Su Yunran drew in, and saw this scene.

The green silk is half-pulled, the tears are in a trance, the white clothes are floating, and the sun and moon are not shining.

"Little Dye." Su Yunran made a sound, walked over to Su Yunran and sat down.

Seeing the visitor, Su Yunran smiled lightly, "Fourth sister." ”

"It seems that our Xiao Ran has been in a good mood lately." Su Yunhua took out a jade box and pushed it in front of Su Yunran.

Su Yunran saw a mark on the edge of the jade box, which was a jade flute and a jade fan, and his eyes trembled, "Ling Yanzhai? ”

Su Yunhua looked at her expression, reached out and touched Su Yunran's head, and said in a brisk voice, "Yes, this morning, Gongzi Yan sent someone over, saying that he was very happy to meet the little junior sister again, so as to show his heart a little, if there is still a need to tell him directly, the senior brother will be satisfied." ”

Su Yunran was silent, and raised his hand to open the jade box.

There are several jewelry lying quietly in the jade box, hosta, step shake, earrings, jade comb, exquisite workmanship, and brilliance.

Seeing this, Su Yunhua quipped, "It seems that someone's senior brother is really generous." ”

Su Yunran smiled and said, "Fourth sister, let's see if there is anything needed." ”

Su Yunhua reached out and took a white jade step shaker, gently helped Su Yunran put it on, and pouted, "I don't want it, these are all given to you by your good senior brother." ”

After a long time, Su Yunhua sighed, touched Su Yun's soft hair, and said regretful and distressed.

"Xiao Ran, the fourth sister hopes you are happy."

Yes, she wants Xiao Ran to be happy.

She is only two years older than Su Yunran, Su Yunran left the Su family after she was born, Su Yunhua knew when she was a child that the head of the family, Su Wenye, had a good wife and a sick daughter, but she had never seen it.

For so many years, Su Wenye has devoted himself to the Su family and has never remarried, and there is a portrait of Gu Ruying hanging in the study, in which the woman is dressed in blue and clear, her tears are lightly embellished, and her smile is like a flower.

Su Yunran returned to the Su family when she was fourteen years old, and she also went to greet everyone with her, looking at the woman with tears and moles bowing generously, smiling lightly, and her every move had everyone's demeanor, which was appreciated by everyone.

Now I see Su Yunran working hard for the Su family, but he is complete and deep in his work at a young age, and he can't find fault with it.

But she herself is extremely weak, and she has been decoctioning medicine all day long, and there is always a bitter medicinal fragrance on her body.

Su Yunhua felt that if the Su family was still the same Su family as before, and if Gu Ruying was still in this world, Su Yunran would definitely be like other women of the same age in the imperial capital, innocent, lively, and carefree.

Instead of taking responsibility prematurely, as is the case now.

Feeling the emotional changes in Su Yun's painting, Su Yunran gently held her hand and said softly, "Fourth sister, Xiao Ran is very happy." ”

Su Yun's nose was sour, he gently hugged Su Yunran, and closed his eyes.

For a while, no one spoke again.

The gentle white jade step shook between Su Yun's dyed hair, silent.

After sending away Su Yun's paintings, Su Yunran carefully looked at the other objects in the jade box, and whispered softly, "Ling Yanzhai." ”

Ling Yan Zhai.

It is a famous jewelry shop in the imperial capital, and its reputation spreads throughout Shikoku. The jewelry is exquisitely crafted and each one is unique.

And the owner of this "Ling Yan Zhai" is Nan Shiyan, the son of Yan in the mouth of everyone.

Everyone said that Yan Gongzi was dressed in white and elegant, warm as jade, and he was not like a mortal person.

Ling, as much as possible.

Words, Nan Shiyan.

The name Ling has not been recalled for many years, and when Nan Shiyan called her "Ling'er" again, the memories were as warm as ever, gurgling through the bottom of my heart.

Master, uncle, and other brothers and sisters all call her "Xiaoling".

In this world, only one person calls her "Ling'er".

That's her brother, all the way.

is also today's son of Yan, Nan Shiyan.

A blue butterfly flew from the window, stopped at Su Yunran's fingertips, and slowly turned into a flower note, the ink was fragrant.

"A place where the clouds dwell between the mountains and rivers."

There is only one word in the payment, "words".

The handwriting is flowing and free, and the power penetrates the back of the paper.

Su Yunran raised his eyebrows, glanced out the window, and a light smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

With a flower a day, Nan Shiyan was idle and panicked.

Su Yunran knew how profound his cultivation was, and it was not surprising that he was able to bypass a master like Lin Shu.

Su Yunran thought about it, should he throw Lin Shu back to retreat for a period of time, and see if he could compare to Nan Shiyan.

Suddenly, Su Yunran seemed to have thought of something, his brows furrowed fiercely, a trace of entanglement flashed in his eyes, and his hands slowly tightened.

After a long time, Su Yunran sighed faintly, and as soon as his spiritual power moved, a white jade flute appeared in his hand.

The bamboo shadows are swaying, the pool water is rippling, and there is a burst of fragrance in the air, which is cool.

The faint flute sounded in the middle of the clouds, like crying and complaining, mourning and sighing.

Ripples rippled in the pool, and they didn't go away for a long time.