Murong Ye didn't care.

"She has that spare time, just let her do it."

In his opinion, Ye Chutang is simply superfluous.

She is a daughter's family in the end, and her younger siblings are still young, so she is helpless to come forward for everything.

But now that they have returned to the capital, they are living a good life, and they are living in peace and stability, so why bother to make trouble for themselves again?

What does it matter if you are buried in the suburbs of Beijing or Qingzhou?

When Ye Shixian heard him say this, her originally restless heart calmed down a little.

She was probably a little stunned, what Ye Chutang did, she felt that she had ulterior motives.

It is estimated that it was just to show her filial piety, and then by the way, she stepped on her father by the way, and secretly blamed the burial that was too perfunctory.

However, now that my father has been exiled to Tongbei, this little calculation is nothing compared to it.

Murong Ye looked at her pitiful eyes, the tip of her eyes and nose were red, and hugged her tighter, and her palm couldn't help but rub lightly on her slender waist.

Ye Shixian's heart was beating wildly, and she was about to break free subconsciously, but as soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she forcibly suppressed it again.

At the moment, the only thing she can rely on is Murong Ye, and she must hold this thigh tightly no matter what!

Holding back the discomfort in her heart, Ye Shixian changed her words and asked as if she was a little worried:

"Master Murong, you have helped me so much this time, has Lord Murong ever known?"

Of course, this question is nonsense, Murong Yang is scheming, how can Murong Ye escape his eyes if he does these things under his nose?

Asking this question was just to divert Murong Ye's attention.

Sure enough, hearing this, the fire that Murong Ye had just lit was instantly extinguished.

He frowned, distraught.

His father probably saw that he was very persistent, and finally relented, but repeatedly warned that without his permission, Ye Shixian could not step into the door of his Murong family.

Naturally, these words cannot be said to her directly.

Murong Ye said, "He knows. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. ”

Ye Shixian's face was full of apology.

"Master Murong, don't be angry with me and Lord Murong, I'm ......"

The more you talk about it, the more annoying it becomes.

Murong Ye lost his mind, let her go, and said:

"I know this, so you don't have to worry too much. It's getting early today, so I'll go back first. I'm going to go back to China tomorrow, and I'll come to see you every day after that. ”

His father had locked him up at home for a long time, and it would be unreasonable to say that he didn't return to the country to resume his classes.

Ye Shixian's heart was relieved, and she should be well-behaved.

Murong Ye confessed a few more words, and finally turned around and left.

……

Dingbei Hou Mansion.

"Master, Scholar Chen is here."

Shen Yanchuan raised his eyebrows: "It's a rare guest." ”

Yun Cheng smiled: "Who said it wasn't? ”

Chen Songshi lived in a simple house and took the initiative to come to the door, which is really rare.

Shen Yanchuan's eyelashes drooped slightly, and many thoughts quickly flashed through his mind, but he didn't understand why Chen Songshi came over today.

"Ask Chen Lao to go to the study."

As soon as Shen Yanchuan entered the door, he saw Chen Songshi standing with his hands in his hands, looking at a painting on the wall.

"Old Chen."

Chen Songshi turned around, close to the sixtieth year, unkempt, but in good spirits.

He waved his hand.

"You're welcome, this is your house, you feel free."

Shen Yanchuan: "......"

Yun Cheng had obviously long been accustomed to this person's style of acting, looking at his nose and nose, and serving a jar of aged wine, he only felt retreating.

Chen Songshi is fond of wine, and tea is not served, but wine must be had.

However, Chen Songshi only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

Shen Yanchuan noticed this, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't know what happened today, but I actually worked on your great drive?"

Chen Songshi and Shen Yuyan, the Marquis of Dingbei, are close friends who met in wine, so he is much more comfortable and casual than others.

It's just that Shen Yunyan quit drinking since his wife went, but this has no effect on Chen Songshi, when he wants to drink, he comes, and he doesn't call Shen Yunyan to drink together, and he drinks by himself.

Later, Shen Yuyan was stationed in northern Xinjiang, and Chen Songshi came less, but the friendship between the two sides was still deep.

Shen Yanchuan saw him, and it was also a gift for the juniors.

Chen Songshi pointed to the painting on the wall: "The old man remembers, wasn't this what was hung here before?" ”

Of course not.

Before, there were paintings of his that hung here.

It's just that...... He had already given it away as a favor before.

Shen Yanchuan paused: "Yes." Why did you suddenly remember to ask this? ”

Chen Songshi said: "Let's change it." ”

Shen Yanchuan was slightly stunned: "What do you mean ......?"

Chen Songshi raised his hand: "I'll give you another pair, take pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" ”

Shen Yanchuan: "......"

Although he didn't know what Chen Songshi's move was, Shen Yanchuan didn't ask much, and went straight forward to study ink for Chen Songshi.

Chen Songshi Danqing is a must, many people want to ask for a pair but can't, and it is difficult to find a daughter.

Just because Chen Songshi has a strange temper, calligraphy and paintings have never been sent to the people he wants to send, and those he can't look at, even if he tears them on the spot, he will never cheapen the other party.

Chen Songshi lifted the pen and put the ink down, extremely focused.

Shen Yanchuan looked at it for a while, looking at the gradually clear outline on it, and vaguely felt a little familiar.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

This seems to be ......

After thinking about it, Chen Songshi had already finished the last stroke, and a pair of ink paintings full of meaning and expressiveness were painted.

There was also a faint smell of ink in the air.

Shen Yanchuan paused and asked, "If you are not mistaken, you are drawing ......?"

"Zixiao Peak."

Chen Songshi put down the pen with satisfaction, turned his head and asked,

"How?"

Shen Yanchuan bowed his head: "You are a must, naturally it is excellent." ”

Chen Songshi was more satisfied.

"Feiyun Temple on Zixiao Peak, I haven't been to it for a long time."

If Shen Yanchuan couldn't understand what he was saying, it would be a bit outrageous, but if he understood, he only felt even more outrageous.

A name crossed his mind.

The next moment, he heard the name from Chen Songshi's mouth.

"That Ye Chutang of the Ye family seems to be in Feiyun Temple recently, right?"

Shen Yanchuan put the painting down: "Yes." ”

After hesitating for a moment, he still asked the question in his heart: "You also know her?" ”

Chen Songshi shook his head: "I don't know." ”

What did she do with the decent, suddenly?

Chen Songshi then said: "But you just need to know it." ”

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his tone was much more eager.

"You should know that Yunlai Liquor Store was opened by her, right?"

Shen Yanchuan felt that he seemed to already know why Chen Songshi came today, and he had to paint here.

Sure enough—

"The signature drink in the snow of her wine shop is clear and fragrant, the entrance is smooth, but the intestines are like fire, taking the meaning of fire in the heavy snow. A must! It's a pity that the daily limit is not allowed to be taken out. ”

Chen Songshi said, he couldn't help but smash his mouth, still remembering the aroma of wine that day.

He glanced at Shen Yanchuan.

"You have a very good relationship with her, she must have given you a private gift, right?" (End of chapter)