The little girl cried so much that she didn't dare to bargain with him anymore, so she had to lie down and copy while crying.

Gu Qinyuan was still puzzled, this feeling was very strange, it was not just as simple as Xiao Chengjue's anger when he was acquitted, but it was like his territory was encroached upon, inexplicably a little ...... Sour?

He looked at the little girl who was kneeling at his feet and crying, and added, "If you dare to hook up with Xiao Chengjue again, you don't have to come back to the door of this Gu Mansion." ”

It's okay for him to take the initiative to push Xie Tao out, but Xie Tao can't hook up with other men clearly, so it's not okay.

Xie Tao raised his sleeves to wipe his tears, and answered sullenly.

Staring at her well-behaved appearance, Gu Qinyuan felt a lot more relieved, pulled out the book casually, and continued to flip through it.

As autumn begins, it gets dark very quickly.

The lights of the Dongliu Courtyard were bright, and a man in an embroidered gold and pine graphite robe sat behind the bookcase, closed the last fold, pinched his eyebrows tiredly, and then took out a wooden box from the drawer.

The wooden box is a bit old, and the corners are very rounded, which shows that it is often taken out and played.

The warm fingertips brushed the wooden box and gently opened it, and there was a black purse, a transparent glass jar, and a folded white square handkerchief lying quietly.

He picked up the purse and looked at it carefully, the stitches of the purse were rough, and the pomegranate flowers inside had long dried up and turned into powder, and they were deflated to the touch, and they were thrown into the street, and no one would pick them up.

He looked at it, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile softly.

This was when he was in the Chu State, and after the little girl came back from the Buddhist temple, she sewed it for him with her own hands.

He looked at it for a while, carefully put his purse in, glanced at the white square handkerchief, and unfolded it, and there were a few drops of black blood in the middle of the handkerchief that had long since dried up.

His eyes deepened slightly, he folded the handkerchief, and opened the glass jar, which contained a few smooth and round persimmon cores.

This is what he quietly hid when she fed him persimmons last night.

Pour out two persimmon cores and knead them at your fingertips, and the cores are warm to the touch.

In the long dark night, the man sighed softly at the light alone.

It's September, and the weather is getting cooler.

Jun Shuying didn't know what he was busy with during this time, Shen Miaoyan hadn't seen him for a few days, and his hanging heart gradually let go.

She still practiced her sword skills in the martial arts arena all night long, desperately putting herself in the light of the sword, as if she could forget all her worries and sorrows.

I was also afraid that I would not be able to learn and use it lively, so the little girl also specially ordered Su Wen to help her sew a set of night clothes, and jumped out of the Xuanwang Mansion in the middle of the night, wanting to go to the street to find some gangsters to fight and practice.

Su Wen reluctantly said to her: "Since the explosion of the Divine Tree, the emperor has ordered people to strengthen the security in the city, and for a short time, those wicked people will probably not go to the streets. ”

Shen Miaoyan was a little regretful, and then thought of an idea.

She wore her night clothes in the middle of the night and went straight to the Gu Mansion.

The guards of the Gu Mansion were not too strict, she easily touched the roof of the backyard, and searched for a long time by the moonlight before she found Xie Tao in the courtyard of the first heart.

Xie Tao was asleep, and was startled by her, for fear of waking up Gu Qinyuan next to him, so he secretly got out of bed and went out to talk with her.

The two sat in the moonlit courtyard, and Shen Miaoyan knew that Xie Tao had been grounded by Gu Qinyuan for the past few days, and he couldn't even go out of the backyard.

“…… I copied "The Female Ring" and "The Female Virtue" all day long, and my hand was about to be broken, and I was bored in the house and had to grow hair! ”

is a clay man, and if he is treated like this, he also has a temper.

Shen Miaoyan sat side by side with her on the steps and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, "Ask the maid to help you copy it!" ”

"No, Brother Qin Yuan will be angry if he finds out!" Xie Tao is honest and will not play tricks like Shen Miaoyan.

Shen Miaoyan thought about it and said seriously: "If you hold the two brushes together, the words written will have two lines, and if you copy it once, it is equivalent to copying it twice." ”

This is a good idea she came up with when Jun Tianlan punished her for copying books before.

But what she didn't know was that Jun Tianlan had already seen through her tricks, so every time she was punished for copying a book, she would multiply the original number of copies by two.

Xie Tao still twisted a baby face, "Brother Qin Yuan will definitely find out......"

Shen Miaoyan couldn't help her, and said with a smile: "Then you obediently copy the book, I'll bring you osmanthus cake to eat tomorrow night, and the sugar-fried chestnuts in the west of the city are also delicious, I'll bring you a pack." ”

The two of them were talking to themselves outside, but they didn't know that the man lying in the bedroom had already opened his eyes and was quietly staring at the top of the tent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Miaoyan came in for several days.

The pickaxe capital has been almost unusually calm these days, whether it is the prince's mansion or the Xuanwang mansion, there is no movement at all.

But the more this is the case, the more likely it is that the wind and rain are coming.

Shen Miaoyan had breakfast with Jun Shuying this day, the table was quiet, and the two had not spoken for several days.

She ate the small wontons stuffed with mutton, and quietly raised her eyes to look at the man opposite, who was dressed in court clothes in a regular manner, and was about to have just left the court.

As if noticing her gaze, Jun Shuying took a sip of soup and said lightly: "Double Ninth Festival, can you think about how to spend it?" ”

"Chongyang?" Shen Miaoyan was a little in a trance, and the Double Ninth Festival in her impression was distant and hazy.

Jun Shuying saw that she didn't react, so she served her a bowl of egg custard, "Grandma Huang's birthday is Chongyang, and according to the custom, we are going to pay her birthday that day." ”

Shen Miaoyan thought of the eldest princess and nodded solemnly, "Then I'll prepare a gift." ”

During the time when Jun Tianlan was imprisoned in the Zongren Mansion, the eldest princess took her in the mansion, and treated her really well, she should go to pay homage.

"The gifts are ready, you don't have to prepare any more." Jun Shuying said, elegantly cleaned her hands, got up and walked towards the outside of the dormitory.

Shen Miaoyan held the spoon and quietly watched him leave, always feeling that he was not the same as before.

She lowered her head and ate the egg custard in the bowl, and the maid who came in to clean up the dishes and chopsticks said with a smile: "Miss Shen, the slave maid heard that there is a chrysanthemum exhibition on the street tonight!" Approaching Chongyang, the chrysanthemums in the market are all put out, and you can go to enjoy the flowers with His Royal Highness. ”

"Chrysanthemum show?" Shen Miaoyan cupped her cheeks, and her amber eyes were full of impatience.

Although Jun Shuying said that she had prepared a gift, she always wanted to prepare another one for herself.

The eldest princess has a noble character, and she probably likes chrysanthemums, right?

The corners of her lips raised a chuckle, she decided to steal Xie Tao out of the Gu Mansion tonight and go to the market to pick chrysanthemums together.

The round-faced maid put the dishes and chopsticks into the food box, quietly glanced at the brilliance in Shen Miaoyan's eyes, curtsied and retreated.

The night was like a drop of ink, slowly seeping into the clear water, until the entire pickaxe capital was enveloped, inch by inch, and it was smudged black.

The brilliant lights are lit, the long street is full of firelight, illuminating the dazzling chrysanthemums all over the street, the Rui Ruolian room is the chrysanthemum, the pink is the peach chrysanthemum, the white and sandalwood is the wood chrysanthemum, the yellow and mellow is the golden bell chrysanthemum, the pure white is the big bowl is the Xirong chrysanthemum, the hawkers are selling lively, the whole pickaxe capital seems to be shrouded in a faint fragrance of flowers.

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