Jun Tianlan glanced at her, saw her resentful little appearance, the corners of her lips raised slightly, the smile disappeared, and she lowered her head and continued to read.

Shen Miaoyan leaned against the bookshelf and glared at him with a pout.

The carved window behind him is extraordinary, and a red plum tree in the courtyard is blooming just right.

The snowflakes were falling one after another, the sky was clear, and the man was wearing a stone blue robe today, covered with a black bamboo leaf dark pattern jacket, and a circle of black mink fur on the collar of the jacket made his face more and more cold and majestic.

He has a slender posture, and he sits on a soft couch and reads a book, and he really can afford the words "Zhilan Yushu".

Shen Miaoyan wrenched her fingers, she is fifteen years old this year, and the fourth brother is twenty-three years old this year, and after the New Year, he will be twenty-four years old.

In the royal family, there are few princes in their early twenties who are not married.

She really wanted him to marry her, but he and Gu Qinyuan still had an agreement that they couldn't marry her before returning to Da Zhou......

The ambergris in the corner exuded a cold and sweet scent, and Shen Miaoyan quietly stared at this handsome man, and his heart sank uncontrollably.

The next day, Shen Miaoyan had breakfast in the mansion, so he wanted to go out and buy some fireworks, and play with Jun Tianlan on Chinese New Year's Eve.

She brought Su Wen and Ye Han, and these two people have been strangers since they made a fuss about the last incident, and they don't speak.

After she found out, she specially asked Su Wen if she wanted to marry Ye Han, and Su Wen only said that she wanted to follow her well.

She thought about it, and couldn't help but turn around and peek at Ye Han, this baby-faced guard holding a sword, who had always been giggling, but his face was gloomy at the moment, like Ye Rin.

The three of them walked in the market for a while, passing by a teahouse, the little second brother was guarding the door, and when he saw Shen Miaoyan coming, he greeted him from afar, and said with a respectful smile: "Miss Shen, there are distinguished guests waiting for you in the private room, do you want to go up and listen to a song together?" ”

Listening to music?

Shen Miaoyan raised her eyebrows, among the people she knew, the only one who liked to listen to music and had intersections with her was Shen Feng.

She looked upstairs and said lightly, "Then lead me up." ”

The private room on the second floor is quiet and quiet, and the stage is set up opposite, and a martial artist turns a lot of heads on the stage, attracting bursts of applause from the distinguished guests in the private room around.

Shen Miaoyan entered the private room, Shen Feng was wearing a honey-colored short jacket today, and a violet embroidered long skirt underneath, dressed quite brightly.

"Come up to me, do you want to burn me to death again?" Shen Miaoyan poured herself a cup of tea, sniffed it and took two sips.

"My sister is too worried. There are a lot of people here, and I'm not stupid enough to pick this time to start. Shen Feng's voice was soft, turning to Shen Miaoyan, his eyes were as waveless as an ancient well, as if he was looking at her, but as if he didn't look at her, "I am in the General's Mansion, and I often sigh, the Shen Guogong Mansion and the Shen Imperial History Mansion were prosperous in the past, but those rich and noble people are like a passing cloud, fleeting. It can be seen that the most important thing is that people live. ”

Shen Miaoyan smiled slightly and didn't answer her words.

Shen Feng put down the teacup in his hand, reached out and gently shook Shen Miaoyan's hand, the smile on the corner of his lips revealed a faint weirdness: "Sister, we all have to live well." ”

Shen Miaoyan withdrew her hand, stared at her deeply, and turned to go downstairs.

After seeing Shen Feng and listening to what she said, Shen Miaoyan's good mood for shopping disappeared, and she was thinking about going home, thinking of Xie Tao, so she said, "Let's go to Huafu!" ”

Xu is Hua Rongzhan is in a good mood this year, and the flower mansion has been decorated with joy.

She glanced at the big red lantern hanging high under the eaves, stepped into the threshold, and a maid led her, and said with a smile: "Miss Shen came just in time, Miss Xie is free today, and she is in the pavilion in the front cloister, reading with Mr. Gu!" ”

Shen Miaoyan secretly said that it was not good, Gu Qinyuan was a ruthless guy, Ah Tao couldn't learn from him, in case he became ruthless......

The maid led her to the vermilion octagonal pavilion, where the sky was snow-white, and the little girl in a primrose yellow jacket was holding a book, and her ruddy little mouth was reading out one by one, and her face was full of seriousness.

Gu Qinyuan stood by the pavilion with his hands in his hands, his white jade crown was tied in his hair, his sickly pale face revealed a faint coldness, and he was staring at the dark clouds in the sky.

The wind blew his azure robe, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.

Xie Tao hurriedly raised his head, held the cloak next to him, and put it on his tiptoes: "Brother Qin Yuan, you beware of catching a cold!" ”

Gu Qinyuan wordlessly pressed the cloak ribbon and tied it himself.

"Atau!" Shen Miaoyan called.

Xie Tao turned his head and saw that it was her, his eyes immediately swelled with joy, he ran to her side, hugged her two hands, but couldn't help frowning: "Why are your hands so cold?" I have a stove here, so I'm going to warm it up. ”

As he spoke, he pulled Shen Miaoyan to a chair and sat down, and stuffed his small enamel and gold wire stove into her arms: "In more than a month, the New Year will be over!" Miaomiao, this is the first time I have celebrated the New Year with Brother Qinyuan, I am so happy! ”

She held her face with both hands, the baby's face was flushed, and her innocent eyes cautiously glanced at Gu Qinyuan's back, and her cheeks were even more red.

Shen Miaoyan held the stove and glanced at the collection of poems she spread out on the stone table, and notes were made in the margins of the pages, and the handwriting was tactful and fierce, she guessed that this was Gu Qinyuan's words.

The two sat and chatted for a while, and suddenly it snowed heavily outside the pavilion.

There was silence all around, and the goose feathers and snow fell one after another, dyeing everything in the courtyard pure white.

The two who were whispering stopped talking unconsciously, and looked at Feixue quietly,

Gu Qinyuan stretched out a hand, and the snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand, fluttering lightly.

He lowered his eyebrows, Da Zhou Ho capital, it should have also snowed, right?

I wonder what she's doing?

Is it to enjoy the snow by the window, or to stay with Jun Shuying?

Xie Tao looked at the snow for a while, and her eyes quickly fell on Gu Qinyuan's back, the slender and slender back was as silent as a stone, even if it was just a back, she could see that Brother Qinyuan was not happy.

What is he upset about?

The atmosphere in the pavilion was eerie, and the sound of hearty laughter came from not far away.

Hua Rongzhan wore a red gauze brocade robe and came to step on the snow with a paper umbrella.

Shen Miaoyan squinted her eyes, ignoring the silly smile on the man's face, this scene was still quite beautiful.

Hua Rongzhan handed the umbrella to the maid outside, put the wooden box in his hand on the stone table, he rubbed his hands, opened the wooden box, and there were dozens of spring clothes worn by children neatly stacked inside.

"I estimate that Mu Mu will give birth to the baby in January next year, but it's always good to prepare some clothes early. Can you help me take a look, which ones are the best? ”

Shen Miaoyan and Xie Tao leaned over, and these little clothes were very comfortable to the touch.

Shen Miaoyan flipped through it and said with a smile: "Why did you prepare all the little girl's clothes?" In case Sister Wen was born a boy, how could she wear these colorful dresses! ”

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