Chapter 11

"Early summer."

She looked back and saw a tall and slender man standing under the plum blossom tree in the distance. His face could not be seen clearly in the backlight, but his black hair as black as ink was tied high by a jade hairpin. He wore a white robe with moon teeth, which was spotless, and a jade wide band was tied around his waist. On the wide band was a delicate dragon shaped jade.

She knew who it was in a flash. With a bright smile, he happily welcomed him with his skirt.

With a spoiled smile, the man folded a plum blossom and handed it to her and asked her, "do you like it?"

She blushed shyly and said softly, "I like it."

The plum blossom turned into a sword and inserted it into her heart.

The man still smiled and gently asked her, "do you still like it now?"

She opened her eyes in disbelief, looked at the sword inserted into her body, felt the blood overflowing from her lips and cried out.

"Xiao! Yan! Jun!"

Shouting Xiao Yanjun's name, he woke up from his dream, and his body was still trembling slightly. He wrapped his arms around his bent legs and took a big breath in a curled posture until the dark tide in his eyes slowly subsided.

The ink fragrance outside the door had already knocked at the door when she heard the sound. It was not until a long time later that she heard a sentence: "come in."

Mo Xiang pushed the door into the room and saw the look of early summer. He asked carefully, "young master, do you wash now? The Marquis is still waiting for you to eat."

At the beginning of summer, I got out of bed and began to wash. When I cleaned my face, I looked as usual.

After entering the Longwu hospital, the Marquis had been waiting in the hall for a long time. He showed an innocent and brilliant smile and cried sweetly, "Dad."

The Marquis smiled lovingly and rubbed his head.

In fact, he has no appetite, but he still tastes delicious.

The Marquis said while making dishes: "the emperor will hold a family banquet in three days. I want you to sit at the table."

At the beginning of summer, the hand holding vegetables paused and said, "OK."

In his last life, the emperor also held a family banquet and asked him to sit at the table. But at that time, he was seated as a crown princess.

"The Emperor just wants to see you. Don't be afraid." The Marquis said with relief.

"I'm not afraid."

Now the enemy is in the light and he is in the dark. Xiao Yanjun is his prey, and he is the hunter who silently weaves a net. He has nothing to be afraid of. Let him meet Xiao Yanjun as the legitimate son of Xia Hou's house?

The Marquis saw that he looked as usual and at ease. He was a little relieved and told him the rules of the palace in detail.

At the beginning of summer, he pretended to be ignorant and listened to the Marquis talking about the palace rules that he was already familiar with. He quickly picked up two mouthfuls of rice, then told him to leave and slipped out.

At the beginning of the summer when he returned to his yard, he asked someone to move two pieces of wood of different lengths, and then held back the servant. He folded two pieces of wood into a cross and tied up a straw man himself.

After becoming a human, he ran to the kitchen to get some pork, tied it to the grass man and began to practice the strength of flying needles. Over and over again.

He didn't stop until a touch of red shone on the Zilan mountain in the distance. Sit on the steps.

He looked up and looked at the big white clouds floating in the blue sky. They were as red as fire under the setting sun.

The earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, and the evening wind blows slowly, blowing a faint fragrance mixed with flowers and trees.

He could not help but relax the taut strings, temporarily stranded all his troubles and fatigue, and enjoyed the moving sunset.

The sunset, after all, still fell. The sky was still dark after all.

Moxiang shouted to the young master outside the hospital.

At the beginning of summer, he took back his God, took off the pork from the grass man, gave it to Moxiang, sent it back to the kitchen, and went to eat with the Marquis himself.

After eating, she took the Marquis for a walk in the garden.

The bright and beautiful moonlight softly sprinkled on the two people, making the face in early summer stained with a layer of elegant light.

He walked with the marquis in his arm and asked his mother about some things when she was dying. After listening carefully, they were all trivial things of no value, which only increased the Marquis's look.

"Dad, it's windy. Let me cook tea for you." At the beginning of summer, I couldn't bear to immerse myself in the past and said meekly.

The Marquis raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "did you learn this on the mountain?"

He shrugged at the beginning of summer.

"Bai Ruofei likes to drink."

Back in the study, at the beginning of summer, I asked someone to take the aged cooked tea and tea set. Open your posture and start cooking tea.

The Marquis watched with interest as he pried about five grams of dry tea from the tea cake and put it into the pot. After boiling, pour it on the tea set, wash it again, add water again, cover the lid of the pot, and cook slowly over a fine fire. When the tea boils, the air comes out of the spout. He waited for another moment. When the Cang flavor disappeared and the mellow Chen Xiang and waxy fragrance overflowed, he opened the cover, took it up, made a cup and brought it to the marquis.

The Marquis smells the fragrance of tea, which warms people's heart and spleen. It tastes sweet when tasted carefully. With a look of approval.

"The tea art is good. Mr. Bai teaches very well."

At the beginning of summer, the corners of her mouth smoked and recalled Bai Ruofei's picky appearance.

He paid great attention to the speed and angle of water injection. He shuddered on his forehead more than once, reminding him that the speed of water injection would affect the temperature of the water. If the water injection is fast, the temperature is high. The water injection is slow, the water flow is fine, and the water temperature is relatively low. The angle of water injection will also affect the impact of water on tea and the rolling of tea. For example, this kind of cooked tea can not be impacted and rolled too much, otherwise the tea soup will be turbid and opaque.

If you eat a lot of fried chestnuts, the tea art will be better.

At the beginning of summer, he didn't tell the Marquis that he was so miserable that he was forced to learn art. He took a bitter smile and looked at the rows of books on the bookcase. He scanned a historical record of the state of Xiao, took it out, sat aside and began to look through it.

In fact, he knew little about the history of the state of Xiao, and was not interested in politics.

To put it bluntly, his last life was just a girl with little experience and simple mind.

Thirteen years of childhood was spent in the mountains, and the girl's time after going down the mountain was promised to Xiao Yanjun. Thinking of Xiao Yanjun, his hand holding the book couldn't help holding it tighter and tighter, and his finger belly gradually turned white.

"Young master, Su Qian'an has returned to his house and is waiting in your hospital." The smell of ink spread from room to room.

Hou Ye's hand didn't stop practicing calligraphy. He said to him.

At the beginning of summer, he went back.

At the beginning of the summer, Su Qian'an went back to the house. After closing the door, he reported to him what he had done today.

Yinzhi's house has been purchased, and a Sihe Courtyard near the southern suburb has been selected. Although it's a little biased, the environment is good, quiet and few people.

The shop with three floors has also changed its name, named Wen Tiange, and is making plaques.

The second floor and the third floor have also been refitted.

As for Su Qian'an, he worked as a shopkeeper in the shop for one day, and finally calculated the accounts of the next day.

Su Qianan handed over the account book again.

Wave your hands in early summer.

"You don't have to show me this in the future. See for yourself."

"Yes." Su Qianan took it back again.

"I've been tired all day. Go down and have a rest."

Su Qianan should step down.

At the beginning of summer, he moved to the window and stood, and the wind swept his hair.

He tapped the window coffin gently with his index finger, and his beautiful eyebrows were screwed together and difficult to separate. His eyes are fixed on the front, but it's not like looking at the front

For the next three days, I was lazy day after day in early summer.

I didn't get up until I slept three minutes a day. After washing, I ate with the marquis. After eating, go to Su Yuan to have a look at qianle and come back to practice flying needles in the afternoon.

After dinner every day, he would take the Marquis for a walk, eliminate food, and then go back to the study to cook different tea for him. After drinking tea, he stayed in the study to read, and Hou Ye practiced calligraphy in the study.

He didn't go back to the house until sushallow an returned to the house to hear about his progress.

On the evening of the third day, Su Qian'an told him that the second floor of Wen Tiange had been refitted.

At the beginning of summer, he nodded, put on a black cloak, and took Su Qian'an out of the house.