After the second gate, walking through the weeping flower corridor, the scenery inside is better, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and there are peach petals from time to time at the feet, compared to Shen Xingyue's Qingqiu Pavilion, it is a little more girl's boudoir taste. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The girl who led the way saw Shen Xingyue sniffing the fragrance of flowers in the air, and couldn't help laughing: "Our eldest lady likes peach blossoms the most, there are many peach trees in the yard, and now is the flowering period, red and white, the flowers of a tree are very fragrant." The petals on the ground did not let us sweep away, she said, scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance is the same, and the falling is also beautiful and fragrant. ”

"It's beautiful." Shen Xingyue nodded: "You young lady, it seems that you are a flower lover." ”

People who love flowers are generally kind-hearted people, and then listen to Miss Wu's voice, no matter how you listen to it, she is also a weak and beautiful girl, it is really hard to imagine that those terrifying pictures are from her.

Following the fragrance of flowers, she arrived at Wu Xinling's yard after a while, and she was really a person who loved peach blossoms, her yard was called Peach Garden, Shen Xingyue couldn't help but be a little funny, if she didn't know the origin of this, let people see it, and thought that the Wu family was in the business of selling peaches.

Because she knew that Shen Xingyue was coming, Wu Xinling waited at the gate of the courtyard early, Shen Xingyue saw that the people and voices were very matched, and she was really a beautiful girl, with delicate facial features, the only fly in the ointment was that her body didn't seem to be very good, and her face was a little too pale, not to mention, standing there, it made people feel that they could be blown down by the wind.

"Miss Shen." Wu Xinling is everyone's best girl, and she rarely sees outsiders, even if Shen Xingyue is also a woman, she was still a little shy and restrained when she first met, and she bowed in a proper manner.

"Miss Wu is too polite, we have been neighbors for so many years, although we don't have any contacts, we are also acquaintances, so we don't have to be formal." Compared with Wu Xinling's rules, even if Shen Xingyue controlled herself to be quieter, she was also very arrogant and informal.

Seeing that Shen Xingyue seemed to be very easy to speak, Wu Xinling was somewhat relieved, and smiled implicitly: "I've always wanted to visit, but I'm not in good health, and I don't go out much on weekdays, so it's always delayed." ”

"It's not a trivial matter if you're not in good health." Shen Xingyue said with concern: "Looking at your face, it doesn't seem to be very good, find a few more doctors to recuperate." When you are young, you don't take any illness seriously, but if you don't get the root of the disease for a long time, it will be difficult to cure it in the future. ”

Wu Xinling naturally regarded Shen Xingyue's concern as polite, so she politely thanked her, but her eyes fell on the drawing paper she was holding.

She herself knows that these paintings are really shocking, even if there is no signature on the paintings, but if they are spread out and found by someone with a heart, then her reputation will be ruined.

The poems and paintings of the boudoir women are passed out, which is no longer a thing that should not be done, and it is a good story in the drama, and maybe it can also complete a marriage. But in reality, it's a scandal. It is to make people point fingers, not only to ruin their own reputation, but also to bring their sisters' reputation will be ruined, and when they discuss marriage in the future, if the husband's family is a big family that abides by etiquette, this will even become a reason to withdraw from the marriage.

What's more, the content on this picture scroll is so terrible, I am afraid that whoever reads it will think that anyone who can draw such a picture must have a bad mind and a ruthless heart.

"Oh, this is the painting you just lost, it looks like the wind was too strong and it was swept over." Shen Xingyue happily handed over a stack of drawing papers: "Miss Wu's brushwork is good, her paintings are very expressive, and the characters and landscapes are very real." ”

Shen Xingyue said this, the implication was that he had read it, but the drawing paper was not a scroll rolled up, as long as Shen Xingyue was not blind, he naturally read it.

Although Wu Xinling was apprehensive, she was also a little lucky, at least for now, Shen Xingyue's attitude was still very normal, and she didn't make a fuss, if it was an ordinary woman, maybe she would scream in surprise when she saw the picture scroll, at that time, it was inevitable that everyone would know about it, and this matter could no longer be concealed.

Wu Xinling hurriedly took the drawing paper, and said with a smile with some embarrassment: "Thank you, Miss Shen, this, fortunately, this is blown to you, if it is blown out, it will not be good." ”

Saying that, Wu Xinling asked the girl to serve tea and snacks, and said, "Miss Shen, you sit here for a while, I'll put the painting away, and I'll come right away." ”

The implication is that he didn't plan to invite Shen Xingyue into the house to sit, but fortunately, the weather was good at this time, the scenery in the courtyard was good, and the breeze was slowly accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, which was very pleasant.

Shen Xingyue nodded and said a word of please, and sat down on the chair of the peach blossom tree, this place is obviously also where Wu Xinling often rests, and the decoration is very exquisite, with blankets on the chair, and snacks and tea with scenery on the table.

Wu Xinling entered the room and closed the door tightly with a snap, in fact, this behavior was really a bit strange, but the girls who were waiting for it were obviously used to it, and they didn't feel anything, and they didn't show any surprise at all. After serving the fruit bowl, he stood aside with his head bowed and waited for the command.

Shen Xingyue ate a snack and glanced at the decorations in the courtyard, and finally fell on the peach blossom tree in the corner of the courtyard.

This is not a flower tree, but a small patch, from the outside it looks like there are more than a dozen of them, between the trees, there is also a paved path, twists and turns, it seems, it took a lot of thought.

"How long has this peach blossom forest been?" Shen Xingyue said suddenly.

The little girl didn't expect Shen Xingyue to talk to herself, she was stunned, and then she hurriedly said: "The slave doesn't know, when the slave and maid came in, this peach blossom forest was like this, I heard the old man say that there is this house, and it is estimated that it has been hundreds of years." ”

"Hundreds of years?" Shen Xingyue smiled and said casually: "Then isn't this tree all become essences?" ”

The little girl covered her lips and smiled: "Miss really likes to laugh, if hundreds of years old trees can become essences, then the mountains will not be full of monsters." Moreover, this peach blossom is so beautiful, if it becomes a spirit, it must be a beautiful goblin, and he must not be afraid of people. ”

"Not being afraid of people does not mean that you are not harmful." Shen Xingyue answered, then stopped talking, looking at the depths of the peach blossoms, as if in contemplation.

She was in the peach grove and saw a man.

is indeed a beautiful goblin, even if it is a man, he should be beautiful.

Others can't see it, but she can see that next to the largest peach tree, there is a man in white clothes, although he is a man, his facial features are extremely delicate, a piece of warmth, although he does not show a woman's appearance, but even if ordinary people think that a woman who looks like a flower, his appearance is a little inferior to him. The most seductive thing is the pair of peach blossom eyes, the corners of the eyes are lightly picked, with a little smile, which is really a natural disaster.

The man was slender, his white clothes were clean, his black hair was like ink, leaning on the trunk of a tree, playing the flute, the flute was melodious, but it fell to the ears of ordinary people, but the music passed through, like a breeze blowing through pieces of red, and the fragrance was bursting.