"There are more than 200 girls in Guan Ju Pavilion, why do I only see 50?"

Bi Tong smiled again: "The girl must have forgotten, this morning she has to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and books, how can she all squeeze into one house?" ”

Cheng Xueyan suddenly came to her senses, she really lost her memory, and fifteen years of hard work in the cold window were in vain.

"Did Mr. Du also go to teach? I ran into her when I came out of Yun Gexuan, and I don't know what was hidden in my sleeve, mysterious, saying that it was something I didn't need, and I dropped half of the candle and came out......"

Bi Tong pouted: "It's something that people don't use, and then she puts it away." ”

"What is she doing with that? Is she short of silver? ”

"Who would have too much money for this money, even if they made a lot of money? Mr. Du will live in this Guan Ju Pavilion, and the girls in the Guan Ju Pavilion often have rouge, gouache and hairpins that they don't use, and they are also rich in the family, and some of them are only used once and then lost, or the rouge of the Pink Butterfly Building, so she took them all. There are also pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and candles that are rationed every month in the Ju Pavilion, which are always useful, and they are also put away......"

Bitong's tone was full of disdain, but Cheng Xueyan felt that it was not easy for Du Yingzi, who grew up in the deep courtyard of a wealthy family, to have this spirit of conservation and environmental protection.

"As a result, it is often found that there are not enough things before the end of the month......"

So that's it......

Speaking of this, Bi Tong snickered: "Actually, if it's just Mr. Du, I'm afraid I won't be able to close the Ju Pavilion, and from time to time I have to go to my wife to cry poor......

What, is there a second groundhog?

"Girl, do you know who Mr. Du dislikes the most?"

I? Cheng Xueyan thought of herself first, but then the second person popped into her mind.

"Dai Zhen?"

Bi Tong pretended to be helpless and shook her head: "They all say that they are like-minded, but these two people have the same hobbies, but they don't look down on each other, and then they try to pull things into their own room......

Vanish into thin air? For some reason, Cheng Xueyan suddenly remembered the first time she met Mr. Zhong in Furong Hall, and Du Yingzi was really embarrassed by the generation......

"Girl, do you know that today in Furong Hall, you want to send the stars to Mr. Du, why did Mr. Du refuse?"

This is a strange thing, according to her "hobby", she should be eager to accept it.

"She's afraid that she will return the gift if she accepts your gift. She didn't know what the price of this starry sky was, and once the return gift was necessary to be equal or even several times higher, did the girl think she would be willing to give it up? She hated to hang all her jewelry on her, for fear that someone would steal it if she was not careful, and she would not even take it off to sleep. If you see her one day without a hairpin ring, it must be in the baggage, and you have to carry it yourself......"

There are people who love money more than themselves and love so much, and today is an eye-opener.

"Don't just talk about others, let me ask you, when I went to Yun Gexuan, you still had a lot of complaints about Rui Zhu, why are the two of them so good like one person after an hour?"

Bi Tong's face flushed, pretending to be drawn by a bowl-sized butterfly flying over: "The past is over, it's not interesting to remember, people always have to look forward, girl, don't you say?" ”

Oh, she taught her a lesson.

There were so many things that happened that day, and although I didn't feel tired, somehow I fell asleep with my head on the pillow.

But I didn't sleep well, and I often woke up inexplicably, as if there was always something in my heart that I couldn't let go, but I couldn't remember what it was.

When I was half-asleep and half-awake, I seemed to hear the sound of a flute, it seemed to be "Lilac Snow", it seemed to be "Lotus in the Snow", and it seemed to be a song that I had never heard before, but it was the same lingering compassion.

The sound of the flute rode into the curtain and turned into countless wisps of smoke, swirling her, wrapping her, and gently lifting her. Then the smoke turned into a pair of arms and wrapped around her, just like the night she was in the listening building...... So there seemed to be one more person around him, but he could only vaguely see the corners of his robe, light as mist, and could only feel his lips rubbing his cheeks, cold and soft......

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't. I wanted to open my eyes, but I could only barely open a gap......

Suddenly, they became afraid.

Ghost press bed, ghost press bed is this feeling!

She struggled, but she was stiff and unable to move.

Breathing heavily, but only whining out muffled sounds.

So a face slowly approached, it was Ling Su...... She was overjoyed, but then that face changed to Zichen again......

With a tremor of his fingertips, the person instantly sobered up.

In the heartbeat, it seemed to pick up a trace of flute sound and drifted away, but when you listen carefully, it is full of insects.

Turned over and sat up, but seeing that the moon was like water, the shadows of the flowers and branches and trees were spread all over the ground, and the light and shadow swayed, turning the whole room into a crystal palace.

It's not fifteen, why is the moonlight so bright?

Step out onto the terrace and gently pick up the mantle. The clear night view comes into view.

The moon bends, fortunately there are no clouds in the sky, so the moonlight is thrown to the fullest. The leaves and flowers are full of light, and the mottled shadows are quietly and leisurely. The pavilion on the top of the mountain is bathed in clear light, as if out of the dust fairy, and then look at the reflection on the mirror lake like a comb golden moon, little by little, it seems to go down to the bottom of the maple bridge.

On such a clear night, I couldn't see any movement in the purple fragrance house, only the stone table was cold and the stone bench was empty.

A sigh rang in my ears.

Suspicious, he suddenly realized that this sigh was actually made by himself......

Before you know it, half a moon has passed.

Cheng Xueyan's singing teaching in the Guan Ju Pavilion is on the right track, although the initial craze has subsided, but the girls still maintain great interest, not so much for the song, but for her person.

I don't know who said that husband and wife should always maintain a sense of freshness, in fact, it is also very suitable for daily interactions with others, especially for girls who are in the cardamom years.

It's not a racking of brains, her clothes and jewelry can always change a little every time she comes to the Guan Ju Pavilion, which attracts the envy of the girls and rushes to follow suit. Not only them, but even Cheng Xueyao, who has always been only interested in gold, silver, pearls and jade, also wore a silk flower one day, and the pink color was just like her usual style.

It was definitely not her own hand, Cheng Xueyan noticed, but it was not difficult for Qitong to think about it with her ingenuity, but the two phalaenopsis orchids that she made a few days ago and then sent by Bitong could not find a trace on her head.

At that time, the two pairs of master and servant were meeting in Xinyuan, Cheng Xueyao's eyes stared at the swaying string of dazzling eyes on her head for a long time, turned around angrily, and then pulled off the canna silk flower, threw it heavily on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it, and Fang threw away his sleeves.

Bi Tong looked at the back and shook her head and sighed: "Qitong's life is going to be hard again......

Indeed, Qitong dismantled the silk flowers sent to study carefully, just to make a "better-looking, overwhelm others" according to the master's requirements, the result was unsuccessful, after half a month, although the silk flowers are still constantly renovated in the pattern, technological progress, but it is popular, the current new style is next to Cheng Xueyan's oblique bun half-leaning and half-falling "Crescent Bay".

This is the sample sent by Zhu Cui Fang according to her design, which was the inspiration for seeing the crescent moon floating on Mingjing Lake that night, and her customized thank you gifts to Yuling Tower and Manxue Pavilion were also delivered yesterday.

Bitong expressed the complaint of the golden shopkeeper very moderately.

Cheng Xueyan also knows that she is a little picky, but if a good work can't fully show the effect it should express, wouldn't it be a waste of design thought?

This time, she brought jewelry to Yuling Tower, but happened to meet Cheng Xueyao.

Bi Tong helped her to help the crescent moon bay on the side of the bun, and said proudly: "If the third girl sees the second girl and Mr. Li's jewelry tomorrow, I don't know how angry she will be." ”

Cheng Xueyan ignored all the people who came to find anger in her idleness, but she was still a little worried about Xia Xueman, if she was attacked......

The lily of the valley flowers have gone, and the dark red berries are like strings of small red lanterns, which look pleasing to the eye, but they are inedible.

Cheng Xueyan looked at those red and red fruits, and suddenly realized that time had flown by, and she had been living here for three months instead of others......

"The courtyard is so quiet, I'm afraid Mr. Li is not there, right?"

Bitong's soft reminder interrupted her trance.

"It's going to be the Dragon Boat Festival, and Mr. Li is estimated to have to go home for the festival like other girls......"

Dragon Boat Festival, is it going to be the Dragon Boat Festival? His mind was still wandering.

But at this moment, the courtyard door opened, and Li Yan stood by the door in a light apricot dress, her bun was half crooked, as if she had woken up from a nap.

When I saw her, I just smiled, my expression was very lazy, but I had a moving posture. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Bi Tong saw that the girl was about to follow up, and hurriedly grabbed her, meaning that Li Yan had not yet said anything to ask her.

Cheng Xueyan still stepped into the door.

She always had an inexplicable feeling that she and this Li Yan seemed to know each other's minds without saying a lot of words.

The interior of the Yuling Building is also elegantly furnished, and there are almost no furnishings, such as the main hall, where there is only a Bogu cabinet against the wall, and there are only two white orchids on it. Then there is the yellow wood table opposite the window, on which there are two fine porcelain cups, both of which are filled with turquoise tea, and the mist on them should have just been brewed.

Cheng Xueyan looked around, didn't see a girl, and thought that she had opened the door just now......

"Are you alone here?"

Li Yan's long sleeves were relaxed, and she smiled indifferently: "It's more comfortable to be alone." ”

She looked at the two cups of tea on the table, and still couldn't help but exclaim, "You know I'm coming?" ”

"If it's someone else, I'm afraid you'll have to ask, 'Did someone just come?'" Li Yan was still smiling, but with a hint of disdain: "How could I be a prophet?" I've seen you standing outside the hospital for a long time. Also, I rarely come here on weekdays, and even when I pass by, I am afraid that I can't avoid it as if I am hiding from the plague......"

This is a misunderstanding, but there is no way to explain it. Li Yan didn't say much anymore, only invited her to sit down.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it's in the afternoon, so it's inevitable to be thirsty along the way. Cheng Xueyan didn't wait for the host to raise her glass, and took a sip of the tea bowl.

The tea is slightly hot, but the entrance is extremely ironed, and between the lips and teeth, the fragrance is light.