"I know, miss." She looked back at the figure that was about to disappear from the sea of flowers, and quickly followed.
"Ronghe, what's the matter?" Gongsun Zhuoyue, who was immersed in singing and dancing, pulled out his mind and asked. She was too involved just now, but she didn't hear what Su Kui said.
Su Kui shook his head, "Nothing, this song and dance, this year, I will only open it this time, don't miss it." She lifted her chin and motioned to Gongsun Zhuoyue to look at the stage in the middle of the lake and leave her alone.
Gongsun Zhuoyue heard it only once a year, and didn't want to miss it. He quickly looked over and stared closely, not wanting to miss a single detail.
A dinner party is suitable for both the host and the guest, and when they leave, everyone feels that they are still unfulfilled.
After returning home under the moonlight, almost everyone felt that every time they came to the Shen Mansion banquet, there would be surprises waiting for them.
At the same time, Su Kui told everyone that her shop, Lantingxu, will open in three days when she was leaving the banquet. I hope that if there is time, they will all join in.
I couldn't touch the gouache that Su Kui had made before, and I was already enthusiastic about what Gongsun used. Hearing Su Kui's words, he immediately said that he would definitely go to join him.
Su Kui thanked them one by one, and gave everyone a box of soap flowers. Although the gift was light, the focus was on novelty.
After busying most of the night, finally sent away the last group of people. Su Kui stood at the gate of Shen's mansion, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked up at the quiet night sky. The stars flicker and the night sky is silent. This kind of night is invisible in modern times when the smog is severe.
She smiled and said to Yu Bo: "Close the door, Yu Bo, everyone has worked hard tonight, go back and rest."
Uncle Yu shook his head, looked at Su Kui's leaving figure, he stopped talking, and finally sighed heavily, but still made no sound.
If the master is still very good, those girls, which one is not very much loved, play the piano and embroider every day, the day will pass. As busy as the young lady, at the age of sixteen, she has to carry such a heavy burden.
Really, it hurts too much.
"Oh, life is bitter—" Yu Bo closed the door, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and walked back to the room under the moonlight.
Was staying up for half the night again.
Rethinking the courtyard, the small Buddha hall.
Devil May Cry was familiar with the door and found the small Buddha Hall. Sure enough, I saw the lights flickering inside, and a dark shadow was drawn extremely long and reflected on the doors and windows. He pushed the door in, saw the man, shook his head and said: "Sir, it's so late, it's time to rest. Otherwise, your bones should hurt again."
"Okay." Mo Qianqiu put down the scriptures, put the Buddhist beads on his wrists again, got up and blew the lamp, and said: "Let's go."
The figure of a man in a blue shirt was thin and thin. No matter who saw this figure, he would never think that it was this person who had saved many souls with his own power. But now, the hero has long been forgotten, Mr. Du Liu fell into a hidden illness, and suffered inner condemnation day and night.
He himself is not a person who likes to kill.
Mo Qianqiu rubbed the buddha beads on his wrist, his clear eyes were flat and his tone was unclear. "It's good to just look at it a few times."
"Uh... Um..." Devil May Cry scratched his scalp, rubbing his hands in embarrassment, and said, "Sir, I did say that I would come back after just a few glances, but I don't know what the eldest lady's head is made of. Those fantastic ideas, really, are unheard of, unseen!"
Then, without Mo Qianqiu's consent, he told Mo Qianqiu everything he had seen at night.