The main courtyard has a green bamboo frame with two floors.
There is a simple wind chime hanging on the eaves in front of the door.
It will make people feel that time is out of order for a long time.
The attached courtyard is also very exquisite, every room is connected, and the number of rooms is not small.
Shutao took the initiative to go over and open the door.
Although there was no fire inside, it was not cold either.
The warm yellow walls were similar to the first floor of Jiuyou Shanyuan Pavilion but also different.
There was a small show door with pearl curtains.
It looks like there are several rooms on the first floor.
"You guys can each choose a room on the first floor.
It should be just right considering the painting.
Also, ladies first, ink painting."
After Feng Fuyao finished speaking, she walked upstairs.
"You know, I can still compete with the little girl for a room."
There is only one bedroom on the second floor.
It is very large, low-key and luxurious.
The bed in the back is enough to sleep three or four people.
The bed is white and flawless.
The inner layer is made of fine forged wood, the middle layer is made of precious snow dragon sand, and the outermost layer is a strip of The strips of silver curtains and the quilt were thick and soft, making her feel sleepy again.
There is a hollow flower window, under which a beauty is leaning, there is a small table with antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc.
The years are quiet, and only dreams are quiet. ,, It gets a little darker.
"Young Master, Young Master" Shutao called out twice and found no one answered, thinking that Bu Li Shi fell asleep again.
I pushed the door open and looked at the room in surprise.
This house is so beautiful.
Walking to the bed, she pushed Feng Fuyao gently.
"Sir, His Highness is back.
He is waiting for you outside."
Feng Fuyao opened her eyes drowsily.
The night pearl on the top of the bed gave off a soft light.
She slept so well.
"What's wrong, Shutao?"
There was a thick nasal sound in her voice.
Shu Tao saw a hint of distress in her round eyes.
The Lord of Guiyun Mountain and Xue Yue Xianjun were not in the mountain.
The young master didn't want to stay in the mountain any longer.
He didn't even have a good rest before he felt sleepy in the car again.
Many days.
"Sir, Your Highness is here.
He is waiting for you in the study next door."
Feng Fuyao straightened up with great effort, her mind suddenly clearing up.
His Highness was still in the study.
She hurriedly put on her boots and ran to the study.
Ji Ciyan must know where Master Yunyou went, otherwise she wouldn't have come down the mountain in such a hurry.
In the study room next door, the lights were shining, and I was greedy for that perfect handsome face.
He was standing gracefully in front of the table in a snow suit, holding a medium-thin brush with his long jade-like fingers and holding it in his other hand.
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On the edge of the sleeves, black silk is hanging loosely at the feet.
Only a jade hairpin is used to crown half of the black hair.
The facial features are unique and the eyes are cold and charming with a faint smile.
The blood-red lips are slightly pursed at the moment.
The pen is swaying, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, relaxed and powerful in the pauses, and it jumps on the paper in a moment, and it is the most irresistible in the world.
This poem about Zhu Yan's poem about mirror flowers and trees is exactly what Feng Fuyao said when they first met.
"Ji Ciyan, I have something to ask you."
She came before anyone arrived.
Ji Ciyan put down the brush in his hand and looked up at the door.
When the figure appeared, he narrowed his eyes dangerously.
But it was only for a moment, Feng Fuyao didn't see it.
"Why are you so anxious?"
"Do you know where my master has gone?"
She was really anxious.
She never thought that the master would leave without saying goodbye.
Where would he find someone to keep an eye on him every day?
It was impossible for the senior brother to do this.
Now he could only hope It rests on him.
The corner of Ji Ciyan's mouth curled up, "Your master is safe, don't worry."
His voice was low and sweet, like the spring breeze in March.
He really knew that, regardless of whether he did find someone to monitor Xiaolingxian Mountain or what, she was only worried about the master's whereabouts now.
What the master said to her that day was so strange that she couldn't let go.
"Then tell me where the master is."
She was really anxious, very anxious.
Ji Ciyan felt the tug on her sleeves.
It was she who grabbed his sleeves in desperation.
Her slender fingers had sharp bones.
They were clenching tightly at this moment.
When she let go, there would be wrinkles. " Your master went out alone because he didn’t want you to know, so why do you have to ask, but I can assure you that you will see him one day, don’t worry.”
One day, I promise you, don't worry, she believed his words somehow, her reason and feeling returned to calm her down a little, and her expression returned to its usual indifference and politeness.
When she touched the silky hand, she realized She actually grabbed his sleeve in her hand and let go as if she was electrocuted, and gave him a dry smile.
"Well, I just hope His Highness won't lie to me."
"No."
Ji Ciyan frowned.
Didn't His Highness call her by name just now?
"I wonder why His Highness came to me."
It was already dark, so why did he come?
It was also normal that there were no boring entertainment projects in ancient times, but now she still wanted to go to eat and sleep quickly.
Ji Ciyan stroked her sleeves to smooth them out, "I came here to tell you that you will be by my side starting from tomorrow to fulfill your agreement."
She even made a trip just for this matter.
Now she had to admire this man's leisure.
"I understand, does your Highness have anything else to do?"
"Can you help me complete the poem you read that day at Jiuyou Mountain?"
He said, replacing the paper on top and laying out a new one.
Shi Feng Fuyao only remembered after seeing his movements.
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She sighed and refused to deny that the long night was indeed difficult, so she might as well help him pass the time.
Picking up the brush he had just used, lightly dabbing some ink on it, with a calm and graceful posture, taking his time and expressing his emotions on the paper.
If you want to write well, you must concentrate on it.
People who truly love ancient literature will understand the cultivation of life and character in every stroke.
Ji Ciyan was at the side helping her to smooth back her hair that ran in front of her.
She had just gotten up and was too anxious to tie up her jade crown.
Her knee-length hair, which was different from the others, fell softly between her knees.
She was wearing a red dress.
The swaying tail looks like the enviable feathers of the ancient phoenix tribe. quite a while.
"Okay."
Feng Fuyao put down her pen and moved out of the way for Ji Ciyan to look over.
Her brushwork is somewhere between men and women.
It is green, light, and elegant, and the subtle transitions and intense colors are used to express the changes in wind, rain, darkness, and the four seasons.
Ji Ciyan let go of her hand while she wasn't paying attention.
Her hair was smooth and smooth, as if she didn't want to attract the owner's attention, and was quietly draped behind her head.
He chuckled and started looking.
Dielianhua After reading all the pain of parting in the end of the world, returning without the truth will look like scattered flowers.
The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the green window has nothing to do with the spring sky.
Waiting for the lovesickness lamp to stop complaining, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds.
The worst thing is that the world can't keep it, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.
"Okay, it's really well written."
He praised generously, his eyes sparkling.
Feng Fuyao looked at him sideways, smiling and saying nothing.
Although this person is cunning and insidious, he is not that difficult to deal with, but we still cannot afford to neglect him.
It can be seen that he is also a person who loves to write and draw.
However, she suddenly remembered something, patted the top of her head, and calmly stepped back and walked to the table.
Although Ji Ciyan was watching intently, he did not let go of her movements.
He glanced at her inexplicably and moved his lips but said nothing.
"Master."
Shutao's voice sounded outside.
"Come in."
Feng Fuyao felt a little guilty at his glance.
When Shutao pushed open the door and saw Ji Ciyan again, she was a little surprised, why was the Ninth Prince not here yet?
But seeing that the two of them were far away, he didn't think of anything else.
Although she has lived in Xiaolingxian Mountain for many years and this is probably her first time down the mountain, she still needs to learn etiquette that is no less than that of other ladies.
He held the tray and saluted Ji Ciyan, "Your Highness."
"Yes."
Ji Ciyan replied softly.
Feng Fuyao looked at the tray in Shutao's hand and then remembered that it was time for dinner.
But seeing that he still had no intention of leaving, he had no choice but to ask, "Has Your Highness eaten?
If not, why don't you eat something here."
In theory, she was his adviser and he was her boss.
Ji Ciyan glanced at her with a half-smile, then opened her lips and said, "That's fine."
Yea, that's good too.
Feng Fuyao twitched her lips and said, "Shudao, go get another set of bowls and chopsticks for His Highness."
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"Yes, sir."
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