The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Said to check, but this check has no results. However, after a long time, everyone gradually forgot about it. Only Wen Yu began to lie in the temple every day, chanting for her lost child.

Jiman asked him to return to Nie, and asked about how to ask Errong and Nie Qingyun. The last time I posted two drugs, I don’t know if I would be self-defeating.

Fortunately, the news that was brought back was still good. Errong sent her a handkerchief to express gratitude. Since it is grateful, it should be no bad thing. The two rounded the room, and the feelings naturally went one step further.

The atmosphere of spring is more intense, and Jiman yawned and felt that there was some spring sleep. Nai Mo Mo Yu loves tossing, and in the government, a group of friends are invited to enjoy the flowers and paintings. As the mother, she naturally wants to come and entertain.

Now she is standing next to Ning Yuxuan with her eyelids, and her orchids are used to help him grind ink, called red sleeves.

There are several easels in the yard, Ning Mingjie, Nie Qingyun, Sanhuangzi and Qian Yingchen are there.

What is strange about Ziman’s feeling is that Mo Yuhou has not always claimed to be a princeling? Such a righteousness allows the three emperors to play in the house, and the Prince will not be angry?

Ning Yuxuan is quietly painting a peony.

Jiman took a quick look at his peony, which is really gorgeous and greasy. It is really a rich flower in the world. Look at the daffodils of Ning Mingjie's paintings. It is called a fresh and elegant, and it is a fairy.

Sure enough, what kind of heart painted flowers, Jiman looked at the painting board of Mo Yuhou.

"Unsatisfied?" Ning Yuxuan raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her head to look at her.

Tired of a jump, Jiman quickly smiled and greeted: "No, Hou Ye painted best."

It’s hard to create a good woman image, but it can’t be so ruined. Jiman gently held the tea pot: "Hou Ye is drinking tea."

After taking a look at the people who have been shunned a lot in recent times, Ning Yuxuan smiled and took a drink from the tea: "Today's tea is good."

Jiman was grateful for zero. She didn't make much tea. Every time she was dismissed by this man, she finally got a sentence today. She didn't bother to smash a few high-grade teapots with two or two silver.

"There is a little more blisters, the tea is a little less, the smell of water is a bit strange, you probably used well water. Is this tea not last year? You just came to drink next year?"

Mo Yuhou glanced at the gradually stiff smile next to him, and finally appeased: "In short, it is hard work for you."

Go to your uncle! Jiman gave him a **** in his heart, so this is Virgo, right? right? Such a tortoise is picky and can't bear it.

My heart was so refreshed, and the smile on my face was smooth: "I will pay attention to some of the next time, and then make some more."

"Yeah." Ning Yuxuan raised his hand to give the peony a flower, and a painting was almost drawn. The cinnabar in the small dish next to it was almost gone. He pointed to the greasy peony and asked her: "Mulberry Hey, do you think I paint like it?"

Jiman glanced and nodded. "It's like it."

How can a peony be alive?

Ning Yuxuan took a look at the painting, then looked at her and chuckled: "I asked, is it like you?"

Jiman’s meal, some awkward, is this boasting that she looks like a flower? Should she thank him? But looking at such a beautiful flower, Ji Man felt that Xie Zi could not say it.

A few people beside them listened to this and put a brush around them. Nie Qingyun looks in a good mood. He glances at the drawing board and glances at her. He smiles: "It is quite like it."

The eyebrows are not swept like a willow, the lips are not dotted and red, and the black is like a natural eyebrow. The Nie Sang is softened, even if it is not dressed, it is also very beautiful. It is true that she is a rich flower on earth.

The three emperors also smiled and nodded: "You see, Yu Xuan painted flowers, but he painted the cousin's gods. I want to come to you recently, and the feelings are excellent."

Ning Yuxuan chuckled twice, and his tone was particularly spoiled. He clicked on the tip of Jiman's nose: "She, it's just a good time, it's really a pity. If I had to worry about it in the morning, how good it would be."

Jiman was spoiled by a goose bump in his tone, and his eyelids jumped straight.

Even if I have to play on the spot, I will give her a mental preparation. Suddenly this way, very scary!

The three emperors and everyone began to laugh. Recently, Mo Yu Hou was quite fond of Nie Sang, and everyone heard this. When I come to see a fake today, a few people are relieved.

There is a grass in the garden, in the middle of the garden, it is reserved for the banquet and dancing. Jiman was looking at the grass in a daze, and suddenly saw something floating from the other side of the yard and jumping on the lawn.

The long white dance sleeves flew in the air, the waist was lightly beamed, and only a white jade was worn on the warm head. A white one was like a nine-day fairy, and he tipped his toes and danced in the green grass.

This move came a wonderful way. Wen Yu was sick for a long time. Mo Yu Hou only went to see her several times, and did not stay overnight. Today is good, the weather is good, everyone is in a good mood, Wen Yan came here to dance such a dance, sweeping the previous decadence, so that Mo Yuhou's eyes re-lighted.

The man is a visual animal, and several people in the yard are quietly watching the gentle dance, no longer talking. The sound of silk bamboo from the distance is the soundtrack for her. Wen Wei stepped on the tune and sang softly:

"Rui Gong Yu Yuan. Listen to the Emperor Tiandi Le, know him several times. Fighting like the world, a new collection of lotus seeds. Liu waist light, licking the tongue. Who is the smoke of the waves? Helpless days, has already reminded the class. But driving Choi, Furong looked forward. May the year, accompany this feast."

Such a voice, such a figure, is such a look that can only be seen from a distant view of the fairy, as Ning Yuxuan was tempted by Wen, he went to the broth with her, see her on the stage. Jump this song. Although it is very inappropriate, the dance can conquer a man's heart.

The memories that have been forgotten this morning have been hooked up by this dance. Jiman glanced at Ning Yuxuan and saw his eyes and knew that the woman had succeeded.

I didn't expect Wen Yu to have such a hand. I thought she would only consume Ning Yuxuan's love for her a little bit. I couldn't think of it as smart. I would wake up the man's heart with good memories.

A dance, Wen Yan did not say a word, went to the ceremony. She was just like a person from Ning Yuxuan, and even the three emperors did not take a look.

"The child was rude, and Xuan Xuan pleaded guilty on her behalf." Mo Yuhou returned to God and gave a tribute to the three emperors.

"No problem." The three emperors smiled faintly: "This woman is also rare, and she will sing the words of this song."

This is a bit of a low-temperature sputum, Mo Yu Hou slightly lips, did not speak.

The good atmosphere suddenly stiffened. Nie Qingyun snorted and said: "Let's go to the bar, and the painting is almost the same."

"Also." Mo Yuhou asked: "What is the meaning of the Three Emperors?"

The three emperors nodded. Ning Yuxuan will let them wait here, he will return to the Weiyuan Garden.

Jiman didn't want to think about why he went to the Rose Garden. The relationship between the man and the woman was well reconciled. The workload of her second female has increased. I think there are some headaches.

Ning Mingjie also stood in front of the easel to paint.

"The young master did not finish painting?" Jiman whispered a question.

Ning Mingjie carefully drew the daffodils, glanced at the three emperors and Nie Qingyun who walked to the side to talk, and turned to smile at her: "Look."

Jiman walked over, and the daffodils on his drawing board were vivid and looked very elegant.

"It’s not so much that you are rich in human beings, it’s better to say that you are actually so elegant." Ning Mingjie will dry the paper and feel good: "You will take this thing away, I should have no time to send it to the decoration."

"Good." Jiman took the painting seriously and thought about it. He took the pen and wrote a sentence next to the painting with a brush that was not very skilled:

"The quiet place is better, the heart is elegant, not the rich flowers on earth."

There are bright things in Ning Mingjie's nephew, just for a moment, and politely retreat: "Then we will take the first step and wait for the entrance to the door."

"Okay." Jiman smiled and sent them out, then gave the painting to her and asked her to dress up.

In the evening, Ning Yuxuan really went to Wen Hao, and Ji Man did not feel any surprise. He just looked at the picture on the bed and smiled in his mouth. He was in a good mood.

The next day I went to the old lady to ask Ann, and I met Ning Mingjie. Ji Man looked at him a few times. I felt that although this person had an identical face with the **** man, it was really better than Xu Xi. Times. Unfortunately, this man is also a woman, not her.

Ning Yuxuan and Wen Yu are so good to adjust the oil, but it is not too good to leave Jiman, and sent a lot of things to her yard.

Qi Siling is happy, Wen Yan as long as she is willing to do what she said, she will be able to fight for the pet, she still has no wrong treasure.

Although Hou Ye is not her, but Qi Siling also feels that he has finally turned over. He met Ji Man on the road and he has a lot of conviction: "Mrs., the recent account book was sent to the whole body. I looked around and felt that there were many places. Well, when you manage your account, how do you seem to have a lot of money?"

Jiman looked at her and smiled. "The more money, the better, the better? I would like to ask, when Siling is managing your account, where did the money go?"

Qi Siling licked his lips, quite aggrieved: "Is this the blame for the lady? But the expenses are on the books, and there is no movement."

Jiman nodded: "Then return the account book to me, and the silver still has a surplus."

Qi Siling just wanted to come and say a few words. I didn’t expect Nie Sangzhen to open her account with her. She must have refused, so she said haha: "Mrs. tired, this kind of thing is just a matter of getting along."

From the last time she went to the present, Qi Siling’s account was long enough. Jiman gave her a look and turned and walked back: “I asked my sister if my sister refused to give it, then I still ask the old lady.”

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