"The text is like Chunhua, and Shaoguang is beautiful. The word Wen Shu is used well. Jiang Yu saw Lin Miaoniang walking away, whispered in Mo Shuoyue's ear, paused for a while, and suddenly said, "But why am I Cen Shu?" I still want to be called Cen Wen, how can Shuzi listen to the mother's chirping! ”

Mo Shuoyue glanced at her speechlessly, this person is really ...... It's just a temporary idea, a casual name, what is more real.

Jiang Zhenyu didn't seem to feel Mo Shuoyue's indifference, and gushed endlessly: "Anyway, why is the surname Cen ? Zhao Qian, Wang Sun, Lin Li Mutao....... there are so many surnames to choose from, why did you choose a mediocre Cen surname. I thought that by taking a pseudonym, I would be able to get involved with historical celebrities, alas...... It's a loss, it's a big loss....... I knew it was like this, I just had to think of a few domineering names outside! ”

“……”

Mo Shuoyue habitually ignored what she said, and when she couldn't hear it, she silently looked at the painting on the desk in the hall.

Originally, there was a picture of Fulu Suki in the hall, but another one-foot-wide and three-foot-long painting was hung in front of the Furoku Suki picture. The texture of this painting is very good, on the snow-white silk silk, there is a piece of Yizhou jute paper, but it is painted with a few messy black ink, no lines and no clear shape, like the stains left by the inkstone, but also like a child's scribble-painted "work".

It is not like a "work" of painting, but the paper is very special, and a little gold dust looms between the ink masses, but it also forms a unique casual beauty.

Jiang Yuyu saw that Mo Shuoyue didn't care about herself, but she kept staring at the desk, and followed her gaze, and said in surprise: "It's really strange, this kind of mountain and forest courtyard can still see Yizhou jute paper, could it be because of the occasional civil strife recently, and even the paper specially supplied by the imperial court has also fallen into the people?" ”

Mo Shuoyue ignored her words, approached and looked at the painting, and found that there were still traces of rubbing on the paper, but because it was framed carefully and carefully, it was not easy to find if she didn't look carefully.

Jiang Zhen also saw those traces, "I understand! This jute paper may be the owner's house...... It should be the one that Duanping Wang Ye usually uses to suck the ink on the pen, and it is discarded, Lin Miaoniang looked at the gold dust on it, and picked it up as if she had found a treasure. It was actually enshrined...... I'm afraid it's not that I'm infatuated with Duanping Wangye, I can't love it, because of love and hatred, and I have a murderous intention, right? ”

Mo Shuoyue was silent, pondered for a while, and said, "I'm afraid, Lin Miaoniang herself doesn't know what to send to Duanping Palace." ”

Cui Chef Niang dared to blatantly inform her that the Stygian Grass was Li Bin's daily "favorite" thing, and dared to give her the rest directly, and told her who sent the Stygian Grass to the palace on weekdays.

There are all kinds of signs, it can be seen that Chef Cui doesn't know what the dark grass is, just that it is a precious and hard-to-get spice.

And if Lin Miaoniang doesn't know about ....... case anymore, I'm afraid it will be very tricky.

"What you said is reasonable, looking at Lin Miaoniang's appearance, it seems that she really doesn't know what she sent to Duanping Palace."

Jiang Zhen propped his chin and meditated hard, but he was still unwilling to give up his guess, and continued: "Could it be that there is someone else who has a crush on Duanping Wangye...... Could it be Lin Miaoniang's sister? ”

Mo Shuoyue looked at her, and felt speechless, sometimes she really wanted to break open this person's head to see what was inside.

How can brain circuits be so strange?

The aroma of the ancient building wafted in, and Mo Shuoyue made a silent gesture, signaling Jiang Yuyu to shut up.

Lin Miaoniang brought an ancient building with a foot in diameter and put it on the table. The cake is crispy and crispy, and the aroma is appetizing.

In front of the food, Jiang Zhen couldn't help it the most, hurriedly thanked him, and pulled a small piece to eat.

Lin Miaoniang poured her a glass of water and said, "You eat slowly, I'll make you a hibiscus egg drop soup again." ”

"I'm here to help." Mo Shuoyue said.

Lin Miaoniang smiled and waved her hand, "No, the girl doesn't have to be so polite, just wait here." I'm used to doing this work, and I'll be able to do it soon. ”

"Sister Miao Niang, let me do something, I always let you be busy alone, I really don't want to go." Mo Shuoyue whispered, but her expression was very persistent.

Lin Miaoniang couldn't resist her, so she let her go to the kitchen with her.

Lin Miaoniang was beating eggs with one hand by the stove, and Mo Shuoyue went to help add fire to the fire.

The flames were swallowed in the chest, and a firewood star flew out and landed on the pyre beside her, Mo Shuoyue looked at it in a daze, and couldn't help but remember that when she was in Chunxiao Courtyard, she also had such an accident in the kitchen.

There are some mistakes, the first time, but the second time can't be avoided.

As she was in her trance, the sparks gradually spread, and soon small flames formed.

Lin Miaoniang was not surprised, and quickly scooped up water to extinguish the small flames.

The small flame went out into scorched smoke in front of her eyes, Mo Shuoyue raised her head and saw Lin Miaoniang's face, which was kind and gentle: "Scared, right?" ”

"I ......" she slowly came back to her senses, looked at Lin Miaoniang in front of her, and squeezed out a sentence for a long time, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry to help you." ”

"No, no, you're just not skilled." Lin Miaoniang smiled softly and comforted her, "This kind of thing is born and cooked twice, and it will be enough to do it a few more times." When I was younger, my hands were much dumber than yours. ”

"Sister Gu Louzi is so big, there should be many people in the family, right?" Mo Shuoyue asked casually while adding firewood.

Lin Miaoniang's smile froze, and she sighed: "Hey, how can there be anyone, my father went early, and I was left with my aunt to live together...... It's just that now A-Niang is seriously ill in bed...... I'm afraid it's not long before ...... I really had to be alone. ”

"I'm sorry, I ......"

"Say something I'm sorry for." Lin Miaoniang smiled unmindfully, "These things are all facts, and the neighbors also know about them, so there is nothing that can't be said." Xiaowen ...... I can call you that, right? ”

Mo Shuoyue, "Of course you can." ”

"You, since you entered my hospital, you have been saying sorry, sorry. I can tell you, my sister is a rough person, but she is not as particular as your family, and I am happy to let go of it! ”

"Thank you, Sister Miao Niang, I just bothered you, and I couldn't help anything, so I felt sorry for it."

"Look at you, here you go again. There's nothing to bother about. ”

When Lin Miaoniang spoke, her eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, "I, although A-Niang is alive, but now ...... It's always deserted at home. That's why I have to make a big ancient building and pretend that the house is lively. Actually, it's been a long time since I had anyone to eat with. I would like to thank you for your sudden appearance. ”