General, the county master is climbing the wall again!

Chapter 175
The eighth girl, Xie Shanyue, is a concubine with a gentle temperament, does not fight or grab, her biological mother has passed away, and gets along very well with the people in the house.

A year ago, she and Bai Wubing, a well-known doctor in the world, went out to travel around the world.A few months ago, Bai Wubing passed away, she had finished dealing with Bai Wubing's affairs and wanted to return to Beijing.

"Really?" The girl's voice sounded rather cold.

Zhuzhu was stunned, she reacted, and laughed, "The eighth girl is coming back, isn't the princess happy?"

"I'm very happy." Xie Weiran looked at her sideways, and moved his nose: "The sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard is blooming?"

Yu Nian said: "It was opened a few days ago, the princess wants to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake? The slaves ordered them to make some."

The girl sat up bored and said, "Whatever you want, you can eat or not."

The usually calm Yu Nian was stunned for a moment.

"Zhuzhu, go get a jar of fruit wine tonight." Xie Weiran squinted slightly, looking at the scenery in the courtyard: "I want to drink under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree at night, you go and arrange it, and no one can disturb me."

Zhuzhu and Yu Nian looked at each other in blank dismay, she reacted quickly and responded quickly.

The sky is getting late, there are no burning clouds in the sky tonight, the blue sky is covered by a layer of black, and there will be a little bit of red cloud seeping out from the corner, but soon, the little bit of red cloud will be swallowed by the black, and the whole sky will be covered. It's gray.

A gust of evening wind blows, and the wind carries the fragrance of flowers, lotus, sweet-scented osmanthus, and other flowers mixed in it. Just smelling it is refreshing.

Lanterns were lit under the eaves of the courtyard, emitting a dim yellow light.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, a girl in white was leaning on the chaise longue with a sad look on her face.

She was holding the porcelain cup, looking down at the sweet fruit wine in the cup, feeling entangled in melancholy.

She missed Xu Yinian a little, and even wanted to gallop to Yanzhou desperately.

In the past, no matter what she did, he would be by her side, even if she didn't say anything, it made her feel at ease.

I don't know if the idiot missed her, did he put away the sachet given to him, whether a girl showed affection to him, and whether he was still in his arms?

The wind blows, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers rustle down, covering a young girl's body. On the white dress, there are dots of golden sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, hazy and beautiful.

In the veranda not far away, the man watched quietly with a calm expression. Only the deep emotion in his eyes could reveal his true heart.

The night was thick, and the wind picked up, and the wind lifted the girl's black hair, rolled up her sleeves, her cloak, and the hem of her skirt.

"I like this sweet-scented osmanthus very much." She said suddenly, put down the cup, a little drunk: "Yu Nian."

Not far away, Yu Nian stepped forward: "Princess."

"Create an sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance for me. It should be strong but not greasy. You know me."

Yu Nian nodded and said with a gentle smile, "Your servant knows."

Zhuzhu stepped forward: "Master, it's getting late, it's time to take a shower and rest."

"Yeah." Xie Weiran got up and looked at her: "Is there any banquet these days?"

Zhuzhu's eyebrows twitched, and she said respectfully: "Yes, a few days later, it will be the birthday of the old master of the Xiang family, so I handed over the post early."

The old master of the Xiang family is quite prestigious in Beijing, his peaches and plums are all over the world, and Xie Li can be regarded as his student.

"Who are accompanying you?"

"In the beginning, there was only Wei Xiaoniang, and later Miss Six and Young Master were added."

Xie Weiran clapped his hands and smiled lightly: "Okay, okay, okay, it's really great."

(End of this chapter)