When the Buddha dawned, Nalan had already opened his eyes, and the position next to him had already lost its heat, he should have gone to Tuya, which was a normal thing, but why was he still a little lost.

Nalan got up early, and after Lian'er and Qingyan washed and dressed, it was already early in the morning, Jinghua and Shuiyue also served a steaming breakfast, and Nalan ate a few bites lightly, and then put down his chopsticks.

"Fujin, is there something uncomfortable?"

Nalan shook her head, she just suddenly thought of Ce Ling, even if her feelings for him had faded, she still didn't want him to have anything, he was also very miserable.

"Are you going to Fuchagege, then? The fourth master passed early. ”

Nalan shook his head again.

"Let's not bother."

"Let's go to Lan Ying's place."

"Yes."

Lan Ying is sitting on the kang with a blanket on her knees, holding a board of poems and books to read at a glance, but her mind is not on the poems and songs, Tuya gave birth to a boy, Fujin is pregnant, so what does she have, the number of times the fourth master has come to her is not as good as Qingli, although she has already looked down, but no one will think about it a little more, and then turned over, looked at the little guy who was cleaning up the house, thinking that there are many opportunities, as long as she is stable.

Lan Ying looked out the window steadily, and didn't get off until the breeze gradually cleared up, and the birds in the trees were chirping happily, and said to Xinrou: "Hurry up, someone is coming." ”

Xinrou was stunned for a moment, and before she could understand it, she heard the sound of knocking on the door, Lan Ying sat on the couch and made a color, Xinrou put down the work in her hand and hurriedly opened the door.

"Say hello to Fujin."

"Please, where are you masters?"

"The master is getting up."

As soon as she spoke, Lan Ying dressed up gently, walked to the door in small steps, and said softly: "Listening to the song of the bird, you know that there is a noble person walking by, now think about it, it turns out that the noble person is Fujin." Then, Lan Ying gently bent down and saluted Nalan.

Nalan has always known that Lan Ying pays great attention to her words and deeds, and it is undeniable that Lan Ying is well-behaved, well-behaved and witty, not like Qingli, well-behaved is just clever.

"Come in and sit down, I haven't been here for you in days."

"Lan Ying's humble house, Fujin will still be concerned, it is Lan Ying's blessing, you all go down."

Lan Ying held Nalan's hand, led her to sit on the kang, and made a pot of tea for her, and then thought that Nalan was pregnant and couldn't drink tea, so she changed to another cup of flower tea.

"This flower tea is still from you in Fujin." Lan Ying placed the teacup in front of Nalan and said lightly.

"It's hard for you to have a heart."

Nalan looked at Lan Ying's beautiful face and asked with a smile, "I heard that you sing Kunqu opera back?" ”

"I only sing songs that don't stand on the stage."

"You're humble again, aren't you, or you're going to do a song here?" Nalan Qiao smiled.

Lan Ying wanted to refuse, but seeing Nalan's kind face, she couldn't bear it, and she hadn't sung for a long time, and when she was mentioned by Fujin today, her throat itched.

"Then Lan Ying will be ugly."

"Please."

Lan Ying stood in the center, her crisp hands were compared to delicate orchids, her eyebrows and eyes were like silk, and then she set up a decent shelf.

"The fog is deep, and the mountains and twilight roads are deep in the hidden forests. The dew is heavy, the wind is low, and the flowers are heavy. The empty mountains are new, and the rain paints a few lines of passers-by. The evening bell rang, the sound of geese, the moss road, and a few new marks. Whose footsteps and rain smell, ink on paper, lotus stained a few drops of dust. There is no love, no hatred and no hatred, the breeze and cocoons are in this life. ”

Jiaoyin falls crisply, without dragging mud and water, and the unique softness and tactfulness in the cavity is the most beautiful depth.

Nalan got up and said softly to Lan Ying: "There is too much love in this song. ”

"Do you know that you can sing Kunqu Opera?"

Lan Ying didn't know why Nalan asked like this, but she also responded, lowered her head and shook her head gently.

"Wait a few days, Tuya's body will recover, let's go to the stage to watch the play together, if you are interested, you might as well show your talent, good voice, not to be alone." Nalan said and laughed, whoever saw the delicate body on the stage was weak and boneless, with eyes that wanted to speak, without half of the charm of a dusty woman, her eyebrows and eyes were full of soft and bright beauty, a smile and a smile, who didn't love it.

If Lan Ying no longer knows what Nalan means by words, then she is a fool, although she doesn't understand, but she is grateful.

"Do you want to come with me to see Tuya?" Nalan nodded with satisfaction, she is not a generous person, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't know that rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry.

"Sister, that's what I mean."

Lan Ying smiled back, at that moment, Lan Ying seemed to see herself stepping on the square foot jade platform, and under the stage, there was only the fourth master, looking at each other, prosperous in this life, not as good as this, the two looked at the west wind carefully.