069 Looking for you

In the spring night, the good time is short. When Murong Xueyan woke up, she was still thinking about whether everything was a dream or not.

Nangongyi has gone to court. And on the pillow, there is still his smell, his temperature...

Is it a good time this time? Thinking that Nangong Yi no longer had suspicious eyes, she would rather believe that he would no longer pursue. What she knows is that the problem of Concubine Yun has always been among them. So, as long as you don't mention it, don't want it, and don't ask, then it's okay, right?

Sometimes, only forgetting can make people really live a relaxed life. Forgetting that his heart was still holding the shadow of another person, forgetting that he had misunderstood himself several times because of defending her... Stretching out, she got out of bed and started a new day with twelve cheer.

This spring, Murong Xueyan's life is quite comfortable.

The business of the winery is going well and orderly. Most of the time, there is no need to worry about the owner of Murong Xueyan. In her spare time, she arranged a program for herself - to go to Mingcuifang to listen to songs and dance.

The original "Four Pillars" have been cultivated and packaged in unparalleled style. They are already excellent in color and art, and they are good at singing and dancing. On weekdays, Yan Wushuang let them take turns or perform or perform alone to whet everyone's appetite; during important festivals, four people will take the stage at the same time.

Murong Xueyan is more and more interested in the painting fans among the four. This painting fan, with exquisite facial features and a classic goose egg face, has a beautiful appearance, and has the elegant atmosphere of a lady. The painting skills are well known. In addition, Murong Xueyan also found that her handwriting is also well written, which can't be written by a woman from a small family. However, talking to her, listening to her talk is also not bad and different.

Murong Xueyan concluded that there was an unusual story on this painting fan.

This night, the painting fan appeared on the stage alone. What she performed was not the painting skills she used to show in front of everyone, but dancing.

The white clothes are like snow, the long sleeves are flying, and the body is flexible, accompanied by the light snow of falling plums, which reminds people of a poem: the road is full of hidden fragrance, in the sea of snow. The plum blossoms are still there. Where can I find the snowy sea?

She dances gracefully, and raising her hand is a beautiful posture. If a nine-day fairy falls into the mortal world, it is fascinating...

A clear sound of flute and her dance sounded. Murong Xueyan and Yan Wushuang looked sideways, but a young man in a green shirt played with a flute. Every beating note was accompanied by the dance steps of the painting fan, as if the sound of the flute was dancing for her.

Refers to Ruo orchid, her waist is like a willow, her toes are gentle, and her long hair like a spring flies. With the sound of flute again, she dances more and more freely, and her light posture swirls leisurely, as if she will fly away at any time.

After one song, the painting fan slowly turned back, the two feet intersect, the arms are slightly open, and the dance ends with the posture of a phoenix spreading its wings.

Between the applause and the applause, she saw the man who had been making peace with her with the flute just now. His red cheeks suddenly turned white because of the long dance, as if all the blood had been pumped away.

It's him. Why is he here? How can he appear here and see what she looks like now?

"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Xi'er, the maid assigned to the painting fan in Mingcuifang, was holding a handkerchief to wipe her girl's sweat. Suddenly, she found that she was pale and frightenable.

"No, nothing... Xi'er, help me back to my room..." The appearance of the painting fan is not so much weak, but more like avoiding something.

Murong Xueyan looked at the handsome young man. It seems that this man is not like the kind of dboy who buys and laughter every day. His shoes are covered with dust, but he looks dusty.

What does such a man have to do with the painting fan?

"Wait a minute, I want to ask you a word." Murong Xueyan expected it to be good. The man did come for the painting fan.

"I... I don't know you..." Hua Fan turned his face humbly and didn't want to face him. "Xi'er, help me back to my room. I'm tired."

"Chunyu's painting fan, do you really not recognize me? Or, now that you have flown to the branch, you don't recognize my old acquaintance?" The man was sarcastic. With only one sentence, he was surrounded by three or two people watching the bustle.

Fly to the branch... Murong Xueyan took a mocking smile at the corners of her mouth. If it weren't for a last resort, who would have been the most despised brothel woman in the world at this time? Although she flaunts her identity and says that she doesn't sell her body, in the eyes of the world, the woman in the brothel is a member of the tile hook column, and she is the lowest such person.

"I have never had any old acquaintances." As the person concerned, the painting fan looks indifferent and has nothing to do with it.

"You... You met in the apricot forest for the first time, Qianyuan can race kites, and go boating to the lake in May. Have you forgotten all this?" The man looked at her sadly, "Why are you so willing to degenerate? Can't you let go of your life so much? You know, I've been looking for you for a whole year!"

"I don't know you. If you are rude, someone else will take care of you." The painting fan responded coldly and took Xi'er's hand back to the room to rest.

"You!" The man pointed to her back and couldn't speak for a moment. He had to chop his feet heavily, then sighed and turned around and left.

When the people watching the bustle saw that there was nothing more excitement to watch, they dispersed one after another and toss the reward silver to the stage, looking forward to the next program; only Murong Xueyan was careful and followed. Why do you follow me?" The man turned around and looked fixedly at Murong Xueyan dressed in men's clothes.

"Do you have an old acquaintance with the painting fan?" Murong Xueyan did not answer, but asked.

The man sighed sadly: "Yes, she was not like this at the beginning. Now she has changed..."

"What did she look like at the beginning?" Murong Xueyan asked again.

"Why should I tell you? Looking at you, you look like a romantic child. Maybe you are thinking about painting fans. The man looked at Murong Xueyan warily.

A romantic child... She looks very decent, okay? This is the first time that it has been said to be a "boyboy". Good boy, this word is really new.

"If you don't tell me, you will never have a chance to change your mind." Murong Xueyan held her hand coldly and said, "Do you understand that a person's depravity is often due to a change as a last resort, and who is willing to be pointed to by the nose and scolded? What's more..."

He spit out his tongue and forcibly swallowed his personal opinion. She always felt that there was nothing to be ashamed of the women in the brothel. Whether they sell their bodies or not, they are all selling their intelligence or labor. If they are shameful, cheap and depraved, they should be those men who have beautiful wives and concubines who are not satisfied and still come out to sleep.

"Who are you?"

"Tell me who you are first." Murong Xueyan pretended to open the folding fan, blocking most of her face, and only showed a pair of smiling star eyes.

"Don't be blessed. Do you dare to ask my brother's name?" The man arched his hands and put on the posture when walking in the world.

"I'm under Murong... Yan." Originally, I wanted to say that my surname was "Mu", but it was because my mouth was too fast, so I could only tell a lie like this first.

"Bearly, Mr. Murong said that he could make the painting fan change his mind. Why do you dare to ask?" After introducing each other, Mo Tianyou was not asware of Murong Xueyan as before.

"Actually... I don't know why the painting fan came to Mingcuifang..." Murong Xueyan smiled dryly and said more, "However, Yan Wushuang, the boss of Mingcuifang, and I are acquaintances, and I can hear about the painting fan girl through Yan Wushuang. I think you should ask her if she has any difficulties before blaming the painting fan girl for betraying her old feelings.

Murong Xueyan said a few words, like enlightenment, which made Mo Tianyou suddenly understand how embarrassing his doubts and criticisms in Mingcuifang had embarrased the painting fan. Perhaps, he really carefully inspected the current situation of the painting fan before deciding how to deal with it.

"Brother, thank you. See you here tomorrow night. I hope that time..."

"Don't worry, I will know everything and say everything." Murong Xueyan smiled faintly and got up and returned to Mingcui Square.

After returning to the room, the painting fan has been sitting in front of the mirror, speechless.

It's such a situation to meet again, but a year's time has become a sea, and it's not the same as before.

Who would have expected that the original magistrate's daughter would become a purist who made a living by selling art in the brothel. Qing people, no matter how clear they are, they are also the flow of tile hooks in the eyes of the world.

Thinking back to the afternoon when she first met, she walked in the apricot forest. He stood alone in the wind, just like tonight, holding a flute and playing, like the sound of Xiaoxiang flowing water easily touched her 15-year-old heart, and from then on, it was difficult for her to be herself.

He turned around and was shocked to see her beautiful. He was lost in her deep pool-like clear and charming eyes and forgot himself...

Once, I thought that there was no future for each other.

She is the daughter of Zhixian County. She is raised in a boudoir and rarely goes out. He is an unrestrained ranger, walking around the world with a flute and a sword.

But after all, we fell in love.

At the Qianyuan meeting, the kite flew up, and they ran together as happy as a pair of children. Between the lakes and mountains, they rowed each other and fell drunk in the beautiful scenery of nature. In autumn, the maple leaves floated. He took her hand to walk in the forest, and she smiled skillfully...

Can you really forget so many happiness and long memories? How can I forget it?

No, even if you are not willing to forget it, you have to forget it truly and completely. Her father had passed away, her family was ruined, and the world was cold. If it hadn't been for the fact that Mingcuifang had posted a notice to recruit versatile women, and she had been selected because of her skills, she would not have known where to go.

And in her most difficult time, he traveled alone and didn't know what had happened.

He returned to the same place and went to find the beautiful woman he loved in the old days, but he couldn't find her everywhere. He heard that she had come to the capital and searched for more than a year before he met her again in Mingcuifang.

But he didn't know that she would rather they would not meet again...