Song Yuqi was very hesitant, and when she saw Biru holding a tender white Xinyi flower, she turned to ask "When do you still have flower arrangement?" ”

"No, this is sent by Zhenguan Palace," Biru handed the flower branch to Song Yuqiu, Song Yuqiu squinted at her, Biru leaned down to tidy up the cold tea leaves on the table, and said, "Send it early in the morning, but Cai Lan has to show the slave maid to the master, she said, Niang Niang said before that the things sent by the Zhenguan Palace are not allowed to move at will, and she does not dare to disobey, and she is worried that the little palace maid will make a mistake, so this is called the slave and maid to present." ”

In a trance, the Chinese side remembered that he had just moved to Lan Ruotang and received Song Yingche's note, afraid that others would know, and he didn't believe what others said. And Song Yuxuan, who drank green and didn't know how to scribble on the flower paper, only said such a thing. Cai Lan is a woman with a lot of personality, her name is Cai Lan. Cai Lan's status and status in the palace are not very high, but her personality is very stubborn and resolute. Cai Lan is a real person, and he remembers the words for so long.

Biru clicked, picked up the lacquer plate and retreated, Song Yusui opened the letterhead, and the familiar face jumped on the paper, not the wanton brushstrokes on the flower paper on weekdays, Song Yusui seemed to be able to see the seriousness of his strokes in the face of the bookcase.

Is it possible to have a drink of the belated Tianyuxue?

Song Yuqiu snorted slightly, climbed in front of a snow-white Xinyi flower, and remembered that it hung the bell on the branch of the Xinyi tree for Song Yuxuan, it had been so close, and there was the sound of Xinyi's withering and its breath in his ears.

Now the finger touches Xin Yi with the breath of the heartbeat at that time, and it can be clearly smelled.

Song Yuxuan held up an oil-paper umbrella and came to Tianlu Pavilion alone, the rain struck the surface of the umbrella with snow, and it sounded dullly, and the layers of skirts became sticky because of the rain, and the hands holding the umbrella were also numb. Song Yuxuan knew that Tianlu Pavilion was originally an ancient temple, which was built in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty and had a history of more than 600 years. Song Yuxuan walked from here, walked through one person after another, walked through one forest after another, and walked past clusters of flowers and trees. I used to go to Tianlu Pavilion like this every day.

Xin Yi was in front of the Tianlu Pavilion, the snow was very light and could not be condensed in the petals, Song Yusui took a branch, the flower was like a vessel of dew, the rain fell from his hand, and the cold rain made Song Yusui couldn't help but snort.

There is no entourage outside the Tianlu Pavilion, I refer to the mahogany door phoenix wearing peony hollow carving, flying phoenix carving is demure and subtle, for no reason to make people majestic.

Song Yuxuan gently pushed the door, and time "creaked" like a wooden door, as if she saw all the memories.

When You Ji first arrived at Tianlu Pavilion, he took down a book from the bookshelf above his head, coughed and whisked the dust, then sat in a corner and spent the afternoon quietly. It was when Song Yuqiu first started to read, and Song Yuqiu first came into contact with a good book. At that time, Tianlu Pavilion had not yet been officially opened, and no one knew its name, let alone its value and significance. Then, when a person faced the Tianlu Pavilion bookcase and carefully recorded the bibliography, he accidentally found a lonely book that was difficult to find outside, although he was happy, he was still lonely, and he could quietly hear the wind blowing.

Tianlu Pavilion has always been lonely, but after a year, the gold-clad bookshelves in the four corners have accumulated fine dust. There are fewer and fewer people reading books here, and there are more and more books on the shelves. Most of these books are from the old era, some have been yellowed or torn, and some are worn. Song Yuxuan is no exception. Fortunately, those books were no longer piled up in a mess, like mustard, and the eternity of those books written in a lifetime quietly radiated the brilliance of wisdom, and each returned to its place.

Until one day, someone pushed the door in, Song Yusui was burying his head in the scroll, he walked against the light, always vaguely shadowed, and said to Song Yuqiu: "Qi Shao, the historian of the Hongwen Pavilion below!" "Oh? Are you the one Song Yuxuan is looking for? Song Yuxuan asked, "What's his name?" "Song Yuxuan doesn't know, you better ask him to take a look first!" Qi Shao said with a smile. Knowing the voice first, you can recognize the magnanimity.

Song Yusui leaned over and said, "Concubine...", he suddenly reached out to forbid Song Yuqiu's mouth, frowned and said, "At this point, do you still use your concubine as a false courtesy?" Now Song Yusui is just a historian Qi Shao, you are only a medicine girl! ”

Can? He is his historian Qi Shao, and I am my medicine girl Su Jinnian, etc.

Song Yuxuan asked herself, looking at his back in a daze. He stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, as if he could see nothing. He is a friend of Song Yuqiu, and Song Yuqiu often thinks of him in his dreams, but his figure has never appeared. Song Yuxuan thought, he will definitely come back, right? It wasn't until he brought Song Yusui back from the bookcase that he came back to his senses. The attendants had already removed the bookcase earlier, and instead placed the small wooden case by the window in the middle, the red clay stove was cooked, and the lotus-shaped warm wine porcelain vessel was filled with wine jugs and a pair of small white porcelain cups. A snort of fire dispelled the smell of wine stronger and stronger, and the aroma of wine filled the room.

"You can't even move the bookshelf farther," Song Yuqiu glanced at the bookshelf 5 steps away from Song Yuqiu, and said with a smile: "Tianlu Pavilion is forbidden to fire, how dare the master be so presumptuous!" ”

He poured himself a glass, picked up the wine glass and asked, "Then let's say it, but do you want to go out and drink?" ”

"Then Song Yusui doesn't have to worry about the adults," Song Yusui poured a cup of bamboo leaf green and said, "Song Yusui is a southerner, and she doesn't like to freeze, so it's better to warm up with a cup first!" ”

"Ke Xin! How much do you drink? ”

"I used to be drunk for three cups, I don't know how it is today," Song Yusui swallowed the bamboo leaves and drank the jujubes, and a feeling of pleasure like fire could be produced in his throat, and he said with a chuckle: "Song Yusui is very greedy for the aroma of alcohol, and the adults should stop Song Yusui in time and return Song Yusui." Song Yuxuan was drunk, but she didn't know what to do? Song Yuxuan knows that adults are also gentlemen. He said, "You don't remember?" "Song Yuqiu doesn't remember......" Song Yuqiu said with a smile. Turn that cup over! He took an empty bottle from a large vat. The glass turned to him and gestured to drink.

He seemed to have heard an extremely interesting joke, leaning on the comfortable Gaoyun brocade cushion and said aloud: "When we first met in the Kuaixue Building, I didn't talk like this!" ”

"Adults hide behind the curtain, not necessarily gentlemen," Song Yuxuan took another drink, tapped his fingers on his chin and said, "That's right." Song Yuxuan didn't ask the adults why they were hiding behind the curtain at that time. Song Yuxuan still has to ask, could it be that adults also steal paintings? "Of course not! Song Yuxuan didn't steal it! He smiled and said, "Song Yuqiu went to steal the painting, he was painting at that time, and he gave the painting to Song Yuxuan." "How do you know? Perhaps, he had a heart that wanted to deceive Song Yuxuan at that time.