"Okay, brother Xie, please go slowly." Mu Nanshan sent Xie Lun out of the room, then sat down at the table and looked at the letter on the table. After a while, he opened it.
Lu Minglan's small regular script with hairpin flowers is very beautiful. Mu Nanshan has always liked to read her handwriting. He used to learn from her, but he couldn't learn it. Now facing this dense regular script with hairpin flowers, Mu Nanshan is a little bit confused. Out of breath.
He has always been looking forward to news about Lu Minglan, but he has always been somewhat resistant.
The past few years in Dali can be considered a displacement, but to be honest, these past few years have been the most comfortable and comfortable time for him. He has always been wary and resistant to Beidi.
However, as his son, he couldn't ignore Lu Minglan.
He couldn't turn a blind eye to Lu Minglan's enduring humiliation and burden over the years.
But Lu Minglan's letter really surprised him.
He stared at the letter blankly, his fingers trembled, and the letter floated to the ground.
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Xie Lun was worried that Zhao Jingting would vomit, so he hurried back to the side hall, but there was no one on the bed anywhere? Xie Lun looked at the empty bed and wondered for a while. Then he turned around and went out to look for someone. He thought to himself, I don’t know where the drunkard went to have fun. It was freezing cold. If the drunkard just collapsed somewhere, , what should I do if it’s frozen
Just as Xie Lun stepped out of the door with one foot, he suddenly stopped.
When he heard the familiar footsteps coming from the dormitory, he turned his head in a hurry and was suddenly stunned.
I saw a man wearing a moon-white robe and a shiny white jade crown on his head. His eyes were as clear as water. He looked indescribably chic and extraordinary. How could he look like a drunkard
Xie Lun was used to seeing Zhao Jingting dressed in armor with broad swords and golden horses. It was the first time since Tubo that he saw a man in civilian clothes. Speaking of which, he had not seen a man in civilian clothes for many years. He seemed to have forgotten what a man looked like in civilian clothes. So Xie Lun was stunned to see this man so handsome.
Zhao Jingting was a little embarrassed to be seen by Xie Lun. It was very awkward for him to wear plain clothes out of the blue, but at this time and place, it was really inappropriate to wear armor. However, looking at Xie Lun's infatuated look, Zhao Jingting knew Xie Lun was thinking, how could this little nympho like him so much
At this moment, Zhao Jingting didn't feel so awkward anymore. On the contrary, it was extremely sweet. When he thought about the next plan, he even encouraged himself in his heart.
"Half-covering the screen window, half-waiting for the lover," Zhao Jingting sang as he walked over and gently held Xie Lun's hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. "In the middle of the night, half the incense was lit, and half the moon shone on half the room... "
The dormitory had obviously been decorated. There were dozens of white porcelain vases in the room, filled with plum blossoms of various colors. It was cold in Tubo, and this was the season when plum blossoms bloomed. Pink, white, Red... colorful, really beautiful. Look at the bed, from the bed curtain to the sheets, from the pillows to the quilt, they are all new and festive red, and the soft couch has also been replaced with a new set of red. The soft cushions were embroidered with the pattern of twigs. On the small table was a plate of osmanthus candies, a pot of wine, and two wine cups. The two wine cups were connected with red thread.
What does the fragrant and festive fragrance in this room mean? What is Zhao Jingting working so hard on, and why doesn't Xie Lun know about it
"Half-Waiting Lover" is a work by teacher Xu Peidong ~ very worth listening to ~