Looking at the two distant daughters of the Wen family, Mrs. Wen's eyes that were accustomed to the vicissitudes of the world were a little softer, and when she looked back and saw that Wen Yukou was still waiting for her, she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Wen Yukou understood what the old lady meant, walked forward and leaned over, the golden steps on her head flashed with flashy darkness, and she pressed down: "Old lady, Yukou is not feeling well today, please allow me to take the first step, and come back tomorrow to serve the old lady, it's not impossible." ”

The old lady pondered for a moment: "Good boy, go." Cheng Ying, you personally hold the lamp for your sister and escort her back. ”

Wen Chengying was overjoyed when he heard this, and walked out of the darkness, his handsome face couldn't hide his happy smile: "Yes." ”

Several people stood in place, watching the old lady go away. Walking to the corner of the garden, Wen Yulan sneezed when he was cold, and the old lady stood up and asked a few questions. Dou knew that there would be no more good things tonight, so he concentrated on currying favor with the old lady, and while he was taking the porridge, he sent someone to send the depressed Wen Yulan back to the room.

The surrounding air gradually fell silent, the stars in the sky were like chess, flickering bright and dark, a gust of wind blew, Wen Yukou's red robe rippled, and the jade pearl was attached to the face, cold and relished, and continued inch by inch.

Touching the splendid pattern on the red robe, she suddenly remembered Wen Yulan's phoenix robe, which took the best embroiderer three months of hard work to embroider, chasing the clouds and the moon, and the phoenix dancing solo. The phoenix is different from the bird, both are the same dignity, and it is bound to be impossible.

Wen Chengying saw her sister staring at the garden in a daze, her face was pale, but her lips were red, and she seemed to be completely unaware of the cold when facing the wind. His heart suddenly froze, and he took off the purple and gold cloak on his body and raised it casually. The warm wind hit the face, Wen Yukou's eyes were dark, and she only felt that the whole person was surrounded by warmth. "Cheng Ying."