055 with a sigh

"There are more than 200 girls in Guanju Hall, why do I only see 50?"

Bitong smiled again: "The girl must have forgotten that she has to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and boudoir this morning. How can she squeeze into a house?"

Cheng Xueyan suddenly woke up and realized that she really lost her memory. Fifteen years of hard study in the cold window was in vain.

"Did Mr. Du also go to teach? I met her when I came out of Yun Gexuan, and I didn't know what was hidden in my sleeve. It was mysterious, saying that it was useless, and half of the candle came out..."

Bitong curled her lips and said, "It's something that people don't use, and then she puts it away."

"What did she do with that? Is she short of silver?

"This silver, even if it is full of money, who will be too much? Mr. Du will live in this Guanjuguan. The girls in Guanjuguan often have unused rouge, gouache and hairpin flowers, and they are also rich in the family. Some of them are lost after only using it once, or the rouge of the pink butterfly building, so she collected them all. Also about the pen, ink, paper and inkstone candles distributed every month in the museum, which are always endless, and put them away..."

Bitong's tone is full of disdain, but Cheng Xueyan feels that it is not easy for Du Yingzi, who grew up in the deep courtyard of a rich family, to have this spirit of conservation and environmental protection.

"As a result, I often find that things are not enough before the end of the month..."

So that's how it is...

Speaking of this, Bitong smiled secretly: "In fact, if it's just Mr. Du, he is afraid that he will go to his wife to cry poor from time to time..."

What, is there a second groundhog?

"Do you know who Mr. Du likes the most?"

Me? Cheng Xueyan first thought of herself, but then the second person popped out of her mind.

"Dai Zhen?"

Bitong shook her head helplessly: "It is said that they are like-minded, but these two people, with the same hobbies, but they don't like each other, and then pull things into their room vigorously, so Guan Juguan Yueyue is in a hurry. She often goes to ask his wife for money in the middle of the month, and there are many incidents of things that have disappeared... ”

Fly? Somehow, Cheng Xueyan suddenly remembered that she met the gentlemen in Furong Hall for the first time, and Du Yingzi was really embarrassed...

"Do you know that you are going to send the full stars to Mr. Du in Furong Hall today? Why did Mr. Du refuse?"

This is a strange thing. According to her "hobility", she should be eager to take it.

"She was afraid of receiving your gift and returning it. She doesn't know what the price of this starry sky is, and once the gift is returned, it must be quite or even several times higher. Does the girl think she will be willing to give up? She wished to hang all her jewelry on her body, for fear that someone would steal it and refuse to take it down even when she slept. If you see her without a pin ring one day, you must have put it in the burden and carry it yourself..."

There are people who love money more than themselves, which is an eye-opening today.

"Don't just talk about others, let me ask you, you still complained about Ruizhu when I went to Yungexuan. Why did the two of them look like one person an hour later?"

Bitong blushed and pretended to be a bowl of butterfly flying over and pulled her eyes: "The past is over. It's boring to remember it all the time. People always have to look forward, don't you think so?"

Oh, she taught her a lesson.

Too many things happened on this day. Although I didn't feel tired, somehow my head fell asleep with my head on the pillow.

But I don't sleep well and often wake up inexplicably. It seems that there is always something in my heart that I can't let go of, but I can't remember what it is.

When I was half awake, I seemed to hear the sound of the flute, like Lilac Snow, like Lotus in the Snow, and it seemed to be a song I had never heard before, but it was equally lingering.

The sound of the flute entered the curtain in the wind and turned into countless wisps of smoke, surrounding her, wrapping her, and gently holding her up. So the smoke turned into a pair of arms and surrounded her, just like the night she was listening to the sound building... So there seemed to be one more person around him, but he could only vaguely see the corners of his robe, as light as fog, and he could only feel his lips rubbing his cheeks, cold and soft...

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't. I want to open my eyes, but I can only barely open a gap...

Suddenly, I became scared.

Ghost press bed, this is the feeling of ghost press!

She struggled, but she was just stiff and couldn't move at all.

The breath was heavy, but there was only a vague sound.

So a face slowly approached, and it was Ling Su... She was overjoyed, but her face turned into a situation Zichen...

The fingertips trembled, and the person woke up in an instant.

In the beating of the heart, it seemed that a trace of the flute sound floated away, but when I listened carefully, it was full of insects.

turned over and sat up, but when he saw that the moon was as beautiful as water, he spread the shadow of flowers and trees all over the ground, and the light and shadow swayed, turning the whole room into a crystal palace.

It's not fifteen, why is the moonlight so bright?

Move to the terrace and gently pick up the mantle. The clear night scene came into view.

The moon bends, but fortunately there is no cloud in the sky, so it throws away like a chain of moonlight. The leaves and flowers are full of the light, and the mottled shadows under the quiet and leisurely screen. The pavilion on the top of the mountain bathed in clear light, like a fairy out of the dust. Looking at the reflection on the mirror lake like a golden moon, little by little, it seemed to go under the maple bridge.

On such a clear night, I couldn't see any movement of the purple house. I could only see the cold stone table and empty.

A sigh came from my ear.

I looked around in surprise and found that this sigh was actually made by myself...

Unconsciously, half a month has passed.

Cheng Xueyan's singing and art teaching in Guanjiguan has been on the right track. Although the initial craze has calmed down, the girls still maintain a great interest in her. It's better than the song.

I don't know who said it. Husband and wife should always have a sense of freshness. In fact, it is also very suitable for daily life with others, especially for those girls who are in the age of cardamom.

is not a racking brain. Her clothes and jewelry always change a little every time they come to Guanju Hall, which attracts the envy of girls and strive to emulate. Not only them, but also Cheng Xueyao, who has always been only interested in gold, silver, pearls and jade, wears silk flowers, pink and pink colors, just like her usual style.

That was by no means her own hand, Cheng Xueyan noticed, but it was not difficult for Qitong to think about it, but the two Phalaenopsis made a few days ago and sent by Bitong could not be found on her head.

At that time, the two pairs of masters and servants were meeting in Xinyuan. Cheng Xueyao's eyes stared at the dazzling sight on her head for a long time, turned around angrily, then pulled out the canna silk flower, threw it heavily on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it, and then shook her sleeves away.

Bi Tong looked at the back and shook her head and sighed: "Qi Tong's life is going to be difficult again..."

Indeed, Qitong dismantled the silk flower and carefully studied it, just to make a "better-looking and over others' one" according to the master's requirements. As a result, it failed. After half a month, although the silk flower is still constantly renovating and technological progress, it is still popular. The current new model is half-lying and half-drop next to Cheng Xueyan's oblique bun. The crescent bay.

This is the sample sent by Zhucuifang according to her design. It was inspired by the crescent moon floating on Mingjing Lake that night, and the thank-you gift she customized to the Yuling Tower and Manxue Pavilion was also delivered yesterday.

Bitong expressed the complaint of the gold shopkeeper moderately.

Cheng Xueyan also knows that she is a little picky, but if a good work can't show the effect it should express, wouldn't it be a waste of design?

This time, she came to Yuling Tower with her jewelry, but happened to meet Cheng Xueyao.

Bitong helped her hold the crescent bay beside the bun and said proudly, "If the third girl sees the second girl and Mr. Li's jewelry tomorrow, I don't know how angry she will be."

For those who come to find angry, Cheng Xueyan ignores all her, but she is still a little worried about Xueman, if she is attacked...

The bell orchid has withered, and the dark red berries are like a string of small red lanterns. It looks very pleasant, but it can't be eaten.

Cheng Xueyan looked at those red fruits and suddenly realized that time had passed quickly and had lived here for three months instead of others...

"I'm afraid Mr. Li is not there when the yard is so quiet?"

Bitong's soft reminder interrupted her trance.

"The Dragon Boat Festival is coming, and Mr. Li probably will go home for the holiday like other girls..."

Is the Dragon Boat Festival coming? The thoughts are still erratic.

But at this time, the door of the courtyard opened, and Li Yan stood by the door in a light apricot skirt, and her bun was half crooked, as if she woke up from a nap.

When I saw her, I just smiled. She looked extremely lazy, but she had a touching posture. Without saying a word, he walked back to the door.

When Bitong saw the girl, she was about to follow up and quickly grabbed her, which meant that Li Yan had not said anything to invite her.

Cheng Xueyan still stepped into the door.

She always has a sense of inexplicable feelings. It seems that she and Li Yan can know each other's feelings without saying much.

The layout of the Yuling Building is also elegant, with few decorations, such as the main hall. There is only a Bogu cabinet against the wall, on which only two brandy are provided. Then there are the yellow wooden table in the window, and there are two fine porcelain cups, both of which are filled with green tea. Looking at the fog on it, it should have just been tamped.

Cheng Xueyan was surrounded, and there was no girl, and she thought that the door she had just opened...

"Are you the only one here?"

Li Yan's long sleeves were soft and smiled indifferently: "One person is more comfortable."

She looked at the two teas on the table and couldn't help saying, "Do you know I'm coming?"

"If it's someone else, I'm afraid you have to ask, 'Has someone just been here'?" Li Yan still smiled, but with a trace of disdain: "How can I be uncertain? I saw you standing outside the hospital for a long time. Yes, few people come here on weekdays. Even if they pass by, they are afraid of avoiding the plague..."

This is a misunderstanding, but there is no way to explain it. Li Yan no longer said much and only asked her to sit down.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter in the afternoon. Along the way, it is inevitable to be thirsty. Cheng Xueyan didn't wait for her master to raise the glass, but picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

The tea is slightly hot, but the entrance is extremely ironed. Between the lips and teeth, it is fragrant and light.