On the second day, the rain stopped suddenly and the sky cleared.

After several days of wind and rain, the flowers in the courtyard will inevitably wither. But there are more green green leaves emerging, among those green leaves, there is a small flower bone that has not yet grown up, looking at the scene, it will not take three or five days, and the tree is full of flowers.

Shen Qingxuan was sitting in the yard, smelling the fragrance of the soil in the air and looking into the distance, but he had not seen for a few days, the entire mountain forest was washed by the rain into a faint green, glowing like jewels.

Sitting until noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the person who took the photo was sweating all over, as if the temperature that had been brewing for many days was about to burst out, and the birds in the hot forest began to slack.

Shen Qingxuan squinted his eyes and looked at the golden sun in the sky, but for a moment, his eyes were completely white.

He hurriedly closed his eyes to let them rest. Shen Qingxuan couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart.

As soon as this thought changed, he felt amused again, leaned his head back on the chair, and sighed softly.

He sat there until the afternoon.

The sun pulled the shadow of him sitting in a wheelchair alone, pulling the elder elders.

After Yimo left, it was Yue Yu in the blink of an eye, and there was no news in between.

Shen Qingxuan just pretended that he didn't know about his departure and didn't think about it. Only occasionally turn to the side, and flashes appear in his mind, thinking about whether his snake slough is looking for him, and how long it will be before he returns to the mountain. As soon as the thought appeared, he forcibly suppressed it, refusing to ask for trouble.

In this way, this month has been considered stable.

In the second month, just after the seventh day of the first lunar month, Shen Qingxuan turned over the almanac, and the traces drawn by the ink pen appeared in front of him, thinking that his mother's birthday was approaching. Thinking about not knowing what to give as a birthday gift, was secretly worried.

Seeing his gloomy expression, the young servant next to him guessed what he was thinking, and stayed with him for a few days. Later, he came up with an idea, saying that the young master might as well prepare some wild goods from the mountains, and then cook himself to make a bowl of longevity noodles for the old lady. Send it as a gift.

Shen Qingxuan thought for a while, and readily agreed.

The old lady Shen believed in Buddhism and did not stick to meat and smell, which was known to the world. All kinds of fungi in the mountains are fresh, and there are even fresh bamboo shoots after the rain. They only look down a little, and they are full of eyes.

Shen Qingxuan sent people to pick a large basket, picked them up and stored them separately, and went into the kitchen to knead the noodles.

After a few days of work, just rolled out a long, unbroken noodle. Mrs. Shen's birthday is coming.

The boiled fresh mushroom soup was packed, and the fresh bamboo shoots were shredded and topped with toppings. Shen Qingxuan put it in the food box and sent them down the mountain.

The servant took the lead, carried the food box and a basket of fresh mountain and wild goods, and went down the mountain.

Shen Qingxuan escorted him to the door and looked at the back of the little servant, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

The maid next to him felt quite desolate when she saw him like that. She stood there for a while and whispered, "Young master misses the old lady, why don't you go down the mountain and send it off in person? The old lady is also happy when she sees the young master."

Shen Qingxuan returned to his senses, and after hearing this, his face was expressionless, he shook his head slightly, and made a gesture to ask her to push him back to the room.

The little boy hurried down the mountain with the food box and other things, and just after the sun set, he arrived at the Shen residence. Mother Shen came to hear the news, and when she saw the soup in the box, she burst into tears, she quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and said to herself, "My son is filial."

The little servant was clever, bowed his waist and said a few auspicious words, and then said: "This side is made by the young master himself. He sent the villain to deliver it. When he left, he asked that he should go into the house and cook again. Madam, would you like to eat now?"

Mother Shen nodded and went into the kitchen. Watching the cook boiled water, she put the long noodle into the pot. When it was taken out, she put it into a bowl, and poured it with just warm mushroom soup. The noodles are drenched in the warm soup, just in the mouth. Not cold or hot.

After eating the noodles, Mrs. Shen called the little servant to give him a reward, and explained, "Go back and tell Xuan'er, my mother knows what he is thinking. In previous years, when he returned home and I cried once, he was already bitter in his heart. , seeing me like this makes it even more sad. Now that he doesn't go down the mountain, I don't blame him. Let him rest well on the mountain, and the mother does not ask him to go to business and enter the office, but to be safe and stable." Speaking of this The hand said the blessing of the Buddha, and left in tears.

The servant received a lot of reward silver, put it in his arms, and returned to the mountain to repeat Shen's mother's words to Shen Qingxuan. After being rewarded again, he happily retired.

The days passed very slowly in the mountains, and it was summer again. Days are long and nights are short.

Shen Qingxuan also felt that life was passing extremely slowly. During the day, he sat under a tree and was dazed for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, it was still Lang Lang's head.

I don't know how this time has passed by, when he opened the window one day, the tip of his nose suddenly smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, but he was surprised. Is it already August?

The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is the fragrance of chrysanthemum yellow, crab fat and sweet-scented osmanthus.

Shen Qingxuan was interested, and asked people to wash the courtyard with clean water, spread the ground with fine sand, and stay cool at night. He invited all the little servants and maids, cooks and old servants, and set up three or four tables of banquets, and cooked dozens of big fat crabs on the table. In the middle, hot wine was boiled again, and everyone was told to enjoy the moon and eat and drink.

The servants in this mountain courtyard were not controlled by the palace, and they were quite wild. With the permission of the master, and seeing that the master's family was rarely in high spirits, they started talking about it right away.

Shen Qingxuan sat in a seat with a few personal servants, listening to their jokes and showing a smile. Seeing that the master was happy, the servants were also happy. The jokes and stubborn words were said one after another, and some of them were very rude. Shen Qingxuan also laughed in a gaffe, and rewarded him with wine and food after laughing.

After eating three cups of yellow soup, the servant was very proud, and the stubborn jokes were no longer restrained. What happened to Xingtian, what happened to Fuxi, and there were even stories of Hua, Ghost, Fox, and Immortals, one after another, not to mention the down-and-out scholar and the kind-hearted and righteous monster Guixian, Hua Qianyue, who they liked to talk about the most. Under eachother's vows. In this kind of story, the young servant started, and the rest of the people went on to tell the story, one is more sad than the other, and the other is more lingering.

The courtyard was very lively for a while.

This night, until the third watch, everyone in the courtyard was in a state of intoxication. Shen Qingxuan was very happy, and he ate a few more cups, feeling a little drowsy. The maid who served him by herself was still sober, and sent him back to the house to rest. Shen Qingxuan lay on the bed, and sent her to the courtyard to continue drinking with everyone, while resting alone.

After the maid closed the door and left, Shen Qingxuan felt that his drinking power was over, it was quite uncomfortable, and he regained some clarity. could smell the lively sounds outside the house slipping in through the cracks of the windows and doors, both close and far, as real as illusion, and felt a little desolate.

I can't help but think of Yimo, and I don't know where he is now, what he is busy with, whether he has found a snake slough, whether he drank wine during the Mid-Autumn Festival... Have you ever thought of yourself, the time when you can talk about it under the candle...

While thinking about it, I suddenly heard a clear female voice, softly calling in my ear: "Young Master."

Shen Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no one around. He almost thought he heard it wrong, paused, and suddenly lifted the curtain of the bed.

I saw not far away, a red-clothed woman standing in the pavilion, with a towering cloud bun, a red complexion, picturesque eyebrows, and indescribably delicate and beautiful.

He was looking at himself affectionately.

Shen Qingxuan stared at her blankly for a long time, only to see the woman's cheeks were even redder and her style was beautiful.

Thinking that he was in a dream, Shen Qingxuan hurriedly stretched out his hand and twisted his body, but it was extremely painful.

Suddenly woke up, this woman is either a fairy or a demon. Be vigilant.

The woman moved her lotus steps lightly, walked over to his bed, bowed her head and said shyly, "As your son thinks, the slave family is exactly the flower charm in the mountains. For many years, he has inherited the son's kindness, watered it carefully, and cultivated a human form. I poured a glass of wine on the slave's house, does your son still remember?"

Shen Qingxuan listened blankly, then thought back blankly, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be something like this just now, but it was a cluster of phoenix flowers.

The woman's pink neck drooped and said, "That's the slave family."

Shen Qingxuan only regained his senses at this point, but he didn't understand her intention and looked at her suspiciously.

"The slave family has received the grace of the son, so today..." As he spoke, his face suddenly turned red, even more beautiful, and he said in a voice like a mosquito: "Come to repay the son tonight."

She said so lightly that she didn't dare to raise her shy brows and eyes. Shen Qingxuan was a very intelligent person, and when she realized what she meant, she was immediately embarrassed, her ears were red, and she didn't know how to answer.

The two of them were shy at the moment, the candle shadow swayed, and the atmosphere became charming.

Seeing this, the woman still blushed and didn't dare to look up, but she stretched out her hand, lightly loosened the big red shirt, lay down slowly, and snuggled into his arms.

Warm fragrant nephrite in the arms, how can there be no reason to not be moved.

Shen Qingxuan was naturally emotional, but hesitant. The matter of men and women is unusual. Although he was born into a merchant family, he was also enlightened at the age of three. He was instructed by a famous teacher and learned the etiquette of poetry and prose. So far, he has never spoken lightly or deeds lightly. Although have also thought about the matter of men and women, because of body, have long since given up this idea.

Tonight, this woman is as beautiful as a flower. Although she is different, she is innocent. Therefore, even if he liked it in his heart, Shen Qingxuan did not dare to act rashly.

After thinking about it, Shen Qingxuan gradually calmed down, but the woman did not obey, and the soft limbs in the quilt were entangled.

Shen Qingxuan couldn't speak, so he had to push him away, just as she pushed him away a little, she shyly entangled, pushed again, and tangled again.

Repeatedly several times, the two of them on the bed were originally a pair of men and women in their prime.

Shen Qingxuan's consciousness was depleted, and he only walked in a daze to the critical moment. He suddenly felt the warmth of the fragrant nephrite in his arms, and his body suddenly became cold, and a cold palm touched his forehead. Those whispering soft humming didn't know where to go. Now, I just heard a voice, whispering in a low voice in my ear: "Shen Gongziguo is a beautiful and elegant man of the Qing Dynasty."

Shen Qingxuan was suddenly shocked, his waist shivered, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

However, he saw that the surrounding scenery was still the same, and there was no one there, but the bed was about ten paces away from him.

Shen Qingxuan only felt sweat dripping from his forehead, but his whole body was bone-chilling, as if he was still entangled by the cold body in his dream.

Looking down, he saw that he was soaking in the tub, and the water was completely cold.

It turned out to be bathing but fell asleep, creating a spring dream.

With a sigh of relief, Shen Qingxuan shook his head amusingly, raising his arms to ring the bell to call someone.

For a moment, he glanced at the bottom of the water from the corner of his eyes, and his outstretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air as if it were rigid.

Actually... ejaculated.