"Miss, the autumn breeze is cool, and the slave maid closes the window first."

Yin Qinglan glanced at the windblown rice paper, "Well, close it." ”

With the last stroke of ink, a handsome man in a long shirt was presented on the paper, and when he looked closely, his face slightly overlapped with that of a person.

The maid closed the window and stood back, Yin Qinglan saw that the ink was almost dry, and hurriedly folded the paper and covered the person in the painting.

She somehow drew him as she painted, at first she wanted to sketch anyone at will, but the more she painted, the more she looked like a person, and finally she put down her pen and found out that it was Ji Fan.

This name seems to have become a kind of symbol, a symbol, a poem or a distant place.

The last one in her pen is a landscape picture, maybe she subconsciously connected those with Ji Fan, there is a man who stops and looks at the green mountains and green waters, in fact, he can be called Ji Fan or something else, he is still him.

The maid was curious about what Miss had painted, but this was a person who could ask more, so she was curious, and she had never seen Miss hide her pen and ink before, no matter what she wrote, she would order someone to hang it in a few places, and if she was not satisfied, she would tear it, and if there was a better one, she would replace the previous one.

This one looks like it's going to be hidden.

Sure enough, Yin Qinglan folded the painting again, flattened it with a paperweight, put it in a box, and even locked it.

She didn't know what she was doing hiding it, and no one in this house seemed to know Ji Fan, and every time she went out, she didn't even bring a personal maid, so she felt that it was inappropriate for people to watch her draw a man.

Wearing a brocade shirt, "Rulan, the window is open again." After a pause, "That's it, I'll go." ”

Pacing to the window, the window was open, and the cool breeze was blowing.

In addition to the late autumn and winter, when she can't stand the cold, she will allow the servants to close the window to death, or paint calligraphy for fear of blowing rice paper, or sleep at night will also be temporarily closed, but on weekdays, the window has always been wide open, she always likes to look out through the window, and the scenery in this courtyard is beautiful for many years, even if you have seen enough, she is reluctant to close the window.

Maybe she just wanted to see a farther place through here, and a certain scenery in her heart out of thin air must be the place where she had never heard of a fairyland.

And Ji Fan is like another window for her, he took her to see the beauty she had never seen before, and she was fascinated by the light she had never seen with her own eyes.

If she hadn't listened to what he said, she wouldn't have had the opportunity to know those things in this life, and what was written in the book was indeed wonderful, but it was more vivid than hearing what people said in person, and it was better to see it with her own eyes.

She knew that she shouldn't have this luxury in her life, but she wanted to see it before that, and maybe she wouldn't have any other thoughts that she shouldn't have, maybe.

Since she was a child, she can always think about something to the extreme, learn what to do, and no one forces her, she has the interest to learn to participate in the test, so when she was a child, people called her a prodigy, and when she was older, she was a talented girl.

There is only one regret, if she could be more comfortable and be allowed to go to a farther place to see, she must know more than she does now.

Thinking about it, there is also a little sadness between the eyebrows, and this year's autumn breeze seems to be particularly cool.

I closed the window again, and the tiredness swept in, so I simply stopped.

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Bu Wan disliked that Bu Cen was too tightly entangled and annoyed, so he went to Bu Feng to complain.

Bu Feng smiled, laughing inexplicably nervously.

"Then let your brother and sister practice martial arts together, so that he won't pester you to do anything else."

Bu Wan remembered that he hadn't seen Jing Kun for a few days, what if these **** were all with Yin Qinglan? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became.

"My daughter still has something important to go out today, and I will mention the matter of practicing martial arts another day, and my father can train my brother first."

said that he didn't give Bu Feng a chance to reply, and ran away without a trace.

"This girl is getting more and more unruly." That's what he said, but it also brought some smiles.

Song Yanfang also smiled, "Wan'er is older, and she has her own thoughts, so we should let go of some things as elders." ”

"It's a shame that you're willing to spoil her, and someone else may not know how to pick up this wild girl."

The more she looks at Song Yanfang Bufeng, the more satisfied she becomes, because she has always been willing to treat the two children of Buhuan and Bu Cen as her own, even if he took Bu Cen out to fight these days, she has never treated Bu Wan badly.

How did he know? According to Bu Wan's temperament, if you are wronged, are you willing to be so honest? It's not too early.

He also knew that because he was not his mother, Bu Wan had a lot of complaints about Song Yanfang, and even now he refuses to admit her after all these years, but he hasn't made any trouble, which means that Song Yanfang has done a good job, so good that she can't find fault if she wants to, so she can only be honest as she is now.

Hearing this, Song Yanfang lowered her eyes slightly, "The master's daughter is the daughter of the concubine, and it should be so." "Over the years, for the sake of Bu Cen Bu Wan, Bu Feng was stunned that she didn't let her conceive a child, and it was impossible to say that she was not wronged, but she could only admit it.

Bu Feng also heard this slightly sour, of course he knew that she was wronged, since she was an aunt, she has not been less starved, whether it is Bu Wan or Bu Cen, their mother can tolerate her, but in the end, she is just an aunt, and even some subordinates dare to show her face.

When the mother of the two children couldn't stand the pain, Bu Cen became a little more sensible, so he was willing to get closer to Song Yanfang and call her mother, but Bu Wan never crossed that hurdle in his heart.

This reluctance is most like Bufeng, so no matter how wild her temperament is, she is willing to hurt her, how good her own daughter looks, not to mention that her temperament is really similar to herself.

The strict step seal is strictly controlled, but in small things, it is petted, even if it is indulgent, the more favored it is, the more lawless it is, so it also makes Song Yanfang suffer a lot.

Fortunately, all these years have passed, and he has seen her grievances and begging, and he will cherish it even more in the future.

"Yanfang, if the two children are older, they will be a little lonely."

Song Yanfang seemed to have another deep meaning when she heard this, but she didn't dare to think about it.

"There are still people waiting in the house, and we are also each other's companions, so we won't be lonely."

"It's not as lively as having children." Bu Feng said and stroked Song Yanfang's softness and patted it twice.

The words are so straightforward, and she doesn't understand them, but they are really not bright, and she is a little overwhelmed for a while.

Her eyes were wet again, and this was the second time she cried when she came back, "Well, there are children who are lively." ”