The night banquet of King Rui's Mansion was tonight, Xiao Yuesheng agreed very happily at noon, although he regretted it a little now, but he couldn't miss the appointment.

This afternoon, it was quite peaceful, Shen Sanjie, Guan Panpan, Gu Lengqin, Cui Xueyu and Xie Xiaolan sat behind their father and daughter, looking at the novels Xiao Yuesheng wrote when he was bored.

At that time, the level of novels in the society only stayed at the level of legendary novels, almost all of them were talented and beautiful, the same, and those who wrote novels would be reprimanded for not doing their jobs, four books and five classics, poems and songs, and travelogues, which were orthodox.

Xiao Yuesheng doesn't care about other people's eyes, when he is very bored, he has nothing to see, he misses the entertainment in the future society, reading books, and passing the time, so he entertains himself and shows it to himself.

He has a lot of time, and when he writes books, he is also very casual and sprinkled, but he writes a lot, and most of the women in Mission Hills Villa are as excited as reading science fiction novels in later generations.

Shen Sanjie and the others watched intently, occasionally whispering, and the delicate chuckle sounded from time to time, but Xiao Yuesheng could feel their gaze behind him from time to time.

Xie Xiaolan is reading a book while stroking the piano, which is a habit, the sound of the piano is cong, and the feelings contained in the piano change with her mood, sometimes soothing, sometimes excited, sometimes gentle like a spring breeze, sometimes a golden iron horse, such as the sound of iron arpegga and copper drums, changeable, its piano art is really perfected, and it is played at will, and it is not a song.

Guan Panpan ordered the girl Huan'er who came over to bring the teapot, stove, and charcoal to the pavilion, and cook tea for them next to the railing opposite Xiao Yuesheng.

The light breeze blowing from the surface of the pool swept over Xiao Yuesheng and Yang Ruonan's father and daughter, blowing away the smoke from the charcoal burning, only the faint fragrance of tea lingered in the pavilion, lingering endlessly, mixed with the aroma emitted by their respective bodies, it smelled indescribably good, the small pavilion was shrouded in a faint fragrance, and Xiao Yuesheng was a little drunk in it.

The fishing with Yang Ruonan finally evolved into a secret competition between the two using a fishing hook as a weapon, not to see who caught more, but to prevent the other party from fishing.

The fishing lines on the two rods are next to each other, and the black iron hooks below are very close together, and when they feel that the fish on the other hook is approaching, they drive them away.

From the outside, the fishing line of the two kept moving, as if there had been a fish biting the hook, and they had been fishing for an afternoon, but they had not caught a single fish again.

In the end, when the sun set and the pool was full of glow, the two fought equally, regardless of victory or defeat, Xiao Yuesheng's face was as usual, but Yang Ruonan was delicate and delicate, his cheeks were crimson, and he kept lucking for an afternoon.

Later, she didn't even have the strength to serve tea, but she refused to admit defeat and persevered, she didn't want to learn to cricket, she was caught by her godfather, he would keep shouting that it was not like it, let herself do it again, and she didn't know how many times to scream!

Xiao Yuesheng looked at Yang Ruonan's exhausted appearance, and couldn't help laughing, without any sympathy, but schadenfreude, Yang Ruonan gave his godfather a fierce look, and now, he has no strength to speak.

"This place is too small, it's not fun, wait to find a time, let's go fishing at sea!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand vigorously, and said heroically, he thought of Peach Blossom Island, which is a place for fishing, and it should be possible to fish for turtles.

Yang Ruonan, who was slumped on the wisteria soft chair, had bright eyes, and although he was so tired that he had to speak, he still nodded vigorously.

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The sun is shining during the day, as if spring is about to come, and at night, it shows the true color of winter, and the slight night breeze carries the chill of the steep, like a gentle lancet, thin as cicada wings, brushing the face, there is a slight pain.

In the palace of King Rui, the lights are bright, the red lanterns are hung everywhere, the front of the house and the courtyard are spotless, the door of the red lacquer is in the reddish light of the lantern, new and bright, it seems to be new lacquer, dozens of gold nails on the door are flashing with golden mangs, and the majesty of the palace is fully revealed.

And the four sturdy guards standing under the two big red lanterns, full of energy, standing by the sword, the light of the armor all over their bodies and the burning light in their eyes, the momentum is terrifying, and it is a portrayal of idlers to avoid approaching, ordinary people, afraid that they will be a little shorter by the eyes of the four guards, and they are afraid to be cold, and they dare not approach.

At this time, the moon was in the treetops, the cold air was cold, and among the four elite soldiers, one of them was pacing back and forth, walking up and down in front of the house, a brocade robe glowing under the lantern.

This person has a simple face and a thin figure, it is Zhao Zimei, the chief butler of Ruiwang's Mansion, at this time he has completely lost his usual majesty, and he seems to be anxious, walking over and over, sometimes looking at the long street paved with bluestone, the long street is lined with lanterns, illuminated clearly, and the people who come and go can see it clearly at a glance, at this time it is too cold outside, and there is no human figure, only the sound of boots is heard, and the sound of Steward Zhao's pacing is particularly loud on the silent street.

In the palace of King Rui, in the quiet garden, Mr. Xi Xiliu of the palace collected his work from the low couch, his eyelids adorned with long eyelashes were slightly open, and there seemed to be clear light in his eyes, and his expression was peaceful, as if Guanyin Master.

She exhaled slowly, and a faint glow seemed to flash from her jade-carved face, and vanished.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door twice, and the sound was slight and slow, so that the caution of the knocker could be heard.

Mr. Liu got down and took care of Li Yuebai's silk robe, and the white jade palm stroked it, and the folds made during meditation were stroked by his jade palm, and it was immediately smooth as new.

Mr. Liu picked up the bead curtain, came to the door of the outer room, opened the Xuan door, and there was a girl with full makeup standing at the door, with a plain palace dress, a snow-white melon seed face with thin powder, and a graceful face in the weakness, it was the lord of Lianrou who had recovered from a serious illness, she exhaled white heat, and her small nose was slightly red, showing a trace of beauty.

"Rou'er, come in!"

"What is the gentleman doing?" Lord Lianrou walked in with a light posture, like a weak wind, closed the door of the Xuan, and did not let the cold outside the house take advantage of the gap, while bending down to take off the small embroidered shoes under his feet, wearing white cloth socks, stepping into the plain white carpet in the house, and asked in a soft voice.

"You've just finished the evening class, and you're here. Mr. Liu flicked his clothes, sat cross-legged on the couch, pointed to the moon-white embroidered pier next to the sandalwood table opposite the couch, and motioned for Lianrou to sit down.

"Oh, then I must have disturbed Mr.!" "Lord Lianrou looked apologetic, since she got better, she has also become interested in martial arts, and knows that it is the most taboo to disturb people when practicing.

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Liu waved his jade hand, his clear eyes looked at Lian Rou who was sitting upright, a faint smile appeared on the cold melon seed face, and he picked up the eyebrows that grew obliquely into the sideburns, and said with a smile: "Rou'er has spent a lot of effort to dress up!"

"How can there be---!!" Lianrou's snow-white cheeks turned red, and two red clouds suddenly climbed up her cheeks, her body has been weak, from childhood to adulthood, the number of times she has been out of the house is very small, she rarely sees a living person, and it is very easy to be shy.

Mr. Liu's face slowly sank, regained his coldness, looked at her for a long time, then sighed, shook his head, stopped talking, and finally said meaningfully: "You have to be careful-!" In the depths of his cold eyes, there was a faint worry in his love.

"What's wrong?" Lord Lianrou was a little puzzled, and looked at Mr. Liu with a soft gaze.

Without her sister Lianjing County Lord by her side, her face looked beautiful and quiet, with a faint flush at this time, as delicate as a peach blossom.

"Nothing. Mr. Liu shook his head, the solemnity on Yu's face dissipated, and he asked with a faint smile, "...... Hasn't that Mr. Zixu arrived yet?"

"No!" Lian Rou seemed to sigh, with a hint of resentment, glanced at the window, a slight anxiety appeared on her soft face, and sighed: "Maybe he won't come!"

"That's not going to happen!" Mr. Liu shook his head, his tone was affirmative, and the two slender white jade hands made a few gestures like Buddhist handprints, the fingers were as white as green onions, and they were extremely fast, and there was an afterimage, very much like a white lotus blooming on the chest, extremely graceful.

Lord Lianrou looked at Mr. Liu's movements with some envy, thinking that if he also learned martial arts, he didn't know when he would be able to do this.

"Rou'er really wants to learn martial arts?" Mr. Liu's two jade hands slowly slowed down, descended to the dantian, and pinched the fearless trick in his hand, the true qi in his body had been straightened out, and when he saw Lian Rou's gaze, he could guess her thoughts, and asked in a calm voice.

"Well, seeing that Mr. has never been sick or disaster-free, Lian Rou is so envious!" Lian Rou nodded lightly, her tone was full of emotion, and she smiled with some self-pity: "When I was lying in bed, Lian Rou thought that if I could live again, I must practice good martial arts like Mr. and be able to survive all diseases!"

"Ahh......h Life is eight hardships, no one can escape, although I have a body of martial arts, but it is also difficult to get rid of the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death, Rou'er should not have too much hope for martial arts!"

Mr. Liu smiled faintly and bitterly, looking at Lianrou with a soft look of longing, his heart was full of pity.

Lian Rou has been tormented by terminal illness for more than ten years, and when she sees other women enjoying her health happily, her heart must be unwilling and painful, and now that she has a new life, the gratitude in her heart is beyond measure!

"Mr. Liu, sister, Mr. Zixu is about to arrive! You guys come out quickly!" The delicate voice outside the window sounded, full of joy and vitality, and it was the county lord of Lianjing who was shouting and urging outside.

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