Cheng Xueyan, who was holding back her laughter, suddenly felt that someone was touching her hair, and turned around and bumped into Du Yingzi with a curious look: "This thing is ......"

"The sky is full of stars," the corners of her mouth curled just right, "how about giving it to your aunt if she likes it?" ”

"Okay, good ......" Du Yingzi's gaze moved to the two pearl pendants hanging on his shoulders, but he refused again and again: "How can this be made?" How does this work? ”

Although she said that, her eyes refused to leave, but as soon as Cheng Xueyan said to send it, she shook her head, which made people inexplicable.

Today's morning meeting was a little chaotic, and Du Mizhen was also absent-minded, so she hastily gave a few words and dispersed.

Cheng Xueyan was led by Bitong to the Guanju Pavilion.

But it turned out that although it was to teach singing, it only took two days to teach one lesson, and each session lasted for an hour, which was very easy.

However, the seven homework courses of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, female red poetry, and calligraphy, each morning and afternoon, have to pay a tuition fee of 1,000 taels of silver every year...... What a luxury! However, the monthly salary for Mr. was only twenty taels...... Corruption!

Wearing flowers and willows, you can see a two-storey building from a distance, and the three words of the red gold and green land plaque are very magnificent-Guan Ju Pavilion. Looking at the inscription again, it was actually the inscription written by the emperor himself.

Guan Ju Pavilion occupies a huge area, but it looks like a big house, solemn, only the south side of the leaning out of an ear room, the book "in Fangting", is a special place for Mr. to rest, there are maids to serve.

There was still half an hour before the end of the hour, and Cheng Xueyan didn't bother to move, so she and Bitong walked towards Zhu Fangting.

After only walking two steps, I saw many girls around Fangting, all of whom were full of hairpins, showing their beauty.

Isn't it, knowing I'm coming today, so you're here to greet you?

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but hesitate under my feet, and for a moment I wanted to find a pair of large sunglasses to cover my face. Looking at Bi Tong's delicate and delicate spirit, how can she not look like a bodyguard, how can the girls resist after a while?

Bi Tong was calm enough to help her go there.

She had no choice but to cover most of her face with a fan, revealing her eyes and watching nervously.

No, why don't they look this way, what are they looking at there?

The two of them walked to Fangting, only to hear a burst of chatter, nothing more than who squeezed whom, who stepped on whose feet, but did not notice that there were two more people behind them.

The first door and two windows in Fangting are now all crowded by the pile of splendid robes, and everyone is trying their best to look inside, and they can't break through the wall.

What's so strange about it?

Her curiosity was piqued, and she looked around.

At this time, only Bitong is the calmest, which is completely inconsistent with her character.

A few grandmothers rushed out, and finally dispersed the crowd with persuasion and intimidation. The one who went first was annoyed and complained, and the one who stayed at the door and window for the time being was impatient and eager to try.

Finally there was a little gap, and Cheng Xueyan hurriedly came up.

The long window of vermilion lacquer lattice is covered with a water-green soft smoke curtain, and several desks, chairs and stools can be seen neatly arranged inside, which has the taste of an office, and pen, ink, paper, and inkstones are placed on the desk, which are also neatly placed.

On the north wall hangs a painting of Danqing ink, and under the table below stands a large blue and white porcelain vase, several scrolls of paintings are half exposed, which is expected to be the location of Dai Zhen. Behind the chair, there is a tree carved fan board, and on the other side is a group of tables and chairs, which are also covered with rice paper that has not had time to be collected, and there are a number of large characters on it, which should be Du Yingzi's seat.

There is only one screen in the house, and it is only separated between these two people, and then I think of what I see on weekdays, and I already know it in my heart.

There was a desk that was unusually tidy, with a small enamel and gold-inlaid box on a single place, and next to it was a glass flower bottle with a few roses. Needless to say, Qin Gulan was sitting here. And the messy table on the opposite side must be Ning Zhiyuan, the literati are all uninhibited, but I don't know why two people with such completely different temperaments are placed together.

There is a desk in the far corner, I don't know if it's because of the location or the light, the table and chair are a little lazy, I don't know whose office it is.

She looked over one by one, thinking to herself which one was her seat?

It's just an office place, what's there to see? However, it is understandable that when I was in school, I was also full of curiosity about the teacher's office, and took the opportunity of being a member of the entertainment committee to run to the office twice in three days, as if I was superior after walking there......

As he pondered, he suddenly noticed that the chaise longue placed on the south wall seemed to move.

She was startled, thinking she was dazzled, but when she looked again, she found that there was a person sleeping on it.

No wonder the girls are gathered here, it turns out that there are such gardeners in this time and space who forget to sleep and eat, which is really touching! I just don't know what kind of gentleman he is......

But if you look closely, you can see a porcelain bottle lying on the ground next to the chaise longue, and there seems to be a faint smell of wine wafting out through the window screen.

It turned out to be ......

Who is this person?

It is said that Ning Zhiyuan is a very alcoholic person, and he has spent the night in Fangting several times because he is drunk, but he has just seen him in Furong Hall, and he is very energetic.

At this moment, the man sleeping on the couch turned over, and although his movements were sluggish, they were extremely graceful, as if he was not trying to adjust his sleeping position, but simply trying to tempt the audience.

Sure enough, a girl couldn't help but exhale softly, and was very excited: "He's awake, he's awake......"

As for it, it's puzzling.

At this moment when the doubts had not yet been dissipated, the man finally turned over in graceful slow motion, like a crane resting and spreading its wings to fly, and the scattered broken hair also slid down in front of his forehead with the movement, as if the clouds were scattered and the moon was rising......

"Ah, it's him?!"

When he exclaimed, the person took half a step back, and the back of his head hit Bitong's head when he heard the sound, and the master and servant cried out in unison.

Bitong covered her head and still didn't forget to take care of the girl, but Cheng Xueyan pointed to the window as if she had lost her soul......

"What's the matter, girl?"

Bi Tong was puzzled, but when she poked her head to look, her face was not surprised.

It's just that this episode made the girls who were still here see Cheng Xueyan, so there was another burst of excitement.

Mama easily suppressed them and brought them back, and at the same time invited her to sit in Fangting without smiling.

Everything was so sudden that she was caught off guard, and when the surroundings were calm again, she couldn't help but look inside again......

He's gone......

The heart seemed to be empty, and when I was desperate to find it, a maid with a double bun, a milky white blouse with a dark green gown, and a long skirt of the same color walked over with a small black lacquer tea tray.

Although she is dressed as a maid, she is not very colorful, but she has a dignified appearance, decent manners, and a little reserve.

Even a maid has such a demeanor, no wonder Guan Ju Pavilion is famous in the imperial capital.

The little maid smiled slightly and curtsied.

Bi Tong helped Cheng Xueyan to enter the door, and the maid followed closely behind, and waited for Bi Tong to serve Cheng Xueyan and sit next to the red sandalwood case on the east side to serve tea.

Cheng Xueyan's eyes slipped around the room silently, and even saw the corner, but she didn't see Zichen's figure.

"Sister Ruizhu, how are you lately?"

Seeing Bitong smiling and calling this maid who is about the same age as her "sister", it can be seen that Ruizhu's status is not trivial.

"What's so bad about it? It's nothing more than serving tea and water, ushering in and sending it, and it's not as comfortable as my sister in the inner courtyard. ”

Rui Zhu is also polite this time, but how does this sound like an oppression, although it seems to be humble, but it is actually showing off.

Bitong didn't say anything anymore, but she was still smiling.

"If Mr. Xue Yan is fine, Rui Zhu will retire."

She didn't call herself "big girl" but "sir", thinking that the Guan Ju Pavilion was not an inner courtyard, and she needed a formal title for official business. And the self-proclaimed name is a name rather than a "slave", although Cheng Xueyan opposes that kind of self-practicing title, but she is so calm but uncomfortable. It seems that a maid has seen a lot of the world, and she also feels that her identity is outstanding, and she doesn't even pay attention to her master. So even if she was neat and tidy, she didn't like it, so he didn't look at her, waved her hand and let her retreat.

Rui Zhu bent her knees slightly and walked away with the tray, her back extremely straight, very high-spirited.

"This bead has not been seen for a long time, but it has become more and more arrogant." Bitong was ridiculed before, so she was naturally angry: "It's just that she is here to serve the gentlemen, how can she have an identity?" Even if she is decent, can she still be decent? ”

Bitong said that she was angry, but found that the girl did not listen to her words. The girl was looking around the room, as if looking for something.

It's no wonder that she doesn't remember anything, curiosity should be, but...... Is there anything strange under the table too?

Cheng Xueyan lifted up from under the table, and glanced at the bottom of the chaise longue, not even letting go of the one-foot-square space under the chair.

It's really a strange thing, a big living person just disappeared, could it be that he saw a ghost during the day? But just now the group of girls was still chattering around the house......

"Did the girl lose anything?"

Bi Tong saw her standing in the middle of the room with a pouting and frowning, and couldn't help but look for her.

"Bitong, do you know why those girls are gathered here when you come?"

"So the girl is wondering about this." Bi Tong blinked and smiled: "Alas, imagine what kind of characters in Guan Ju Pavilion can cause such a sensation among girls?" ”

Cheng Xueyan had an answer in her heart - "I", but she soon realized that she was making herself amorous.

"No wonder, the girl doesn't remember, but we've seen it for a long time." Bitong moved to the window.

Under the window is a black lacquered chess table, on which there is a half-game of broken chess, whether it is black or white, it has been covered with a thin layer of dust, but there is only one white piece left outside the chessboard clean and dust-free.

Cheng Xueyan is strange, this house is tidy everywhere, and there is someone to clean it, why did she miss this chess case?

She walked over and was about to pick up the white child outside the plate, but was stopped by Bitong: "The girl can't help it......"

She was surprised: "What? ”

"Mr. Kuang's stuff is something that others can't touch......

Mr. Kuang...... Is it Zichen?