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

After several days of baptism of wind and rain, the flowers in the yard inevitably withered. However, more green leaves emerged. Between the green leaves, there was a small bud that had not yet grown. Looking at the scene, it took only three or five days to go, and the trees were full of flowers.

Shen Qingxuan sat in the yard, smelling the fragrance of the earth in the air, looking into the distance. He hadn't seen it for several days. The whole mountain was washed into a faint green by the rain, shining with a gem-like light.

When I sat until noon, the sun became vicious and the people were sweating all over their bodies, as if they were about to burst out the temperature that had been brewing for many days. The hot birds in the forest began to droop.

Shen Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the golden sun in the sky. In just a moment, his eyes were covered in white.

He quickly closed his eyes and let his eyes rest. Shen Qingxuan couldn't help but feel bored, and thought helplessly that the old demon had left, and the sun dared to come out.

After a change of thought, I felt funny again. I leaned my head on the chair and sighed.

He sat there until the afternoon.

The sunlight made him look alone in a wheelchair and made the elders grow.

Yi Mo left, and there was more than a month in the blink of an eye, and no news came.

Shen Qingxuan just thought he had never known about his departure and did not think about it. He would only occasionally turn around and flash in his mind, thinking about whether his snake shed was looking for and how long it would be before he could return to the mountain. As soon as the thought appeared, he forced himself to suppress it and refused to seek trouble.

In this way, this month has been considered stable.

The second month, just after the seventh day of the lunar month, Shen Qingxuan flipped through the almanac, and the traces drawn by the ink pen were visible in front of him. He thought about his mother's birthday and didn't know what to give as a birthday gift, but he was secretly worried.

The servant beside him saw that he looked depressed and guessed what he was thinking, so he was also bored for a few days. Then he came up with an idea and said that the young master might as well prepare some of the wild goods in the mountains, then cook in person, and make a bowl of longevity noodles to the old lady as a gift.

Shen Qingxuan thought about it and agreed happily.

Mrs. Shen believes in Buddhism and does not get involved in meat and fish. Everyone knows that all kinds of fungi in the mountains are fresh, and there are also fresh bamboo shoots after the rain. She just lowered her head and looked for them all, and she was full of eyes.

Shen Qingxuan sent someone to pick a large basket, pick it up and store it, and then went to the kitchen to knead and roll the noodles.

After working hard for a few days, I rolled out a long, unbreakable noodles. Mrs. Shen’s birthday is here.

Put the boiled fresh mushroom soup, then cut the fresh bamboo shoots into shreds and pour them on the topping. Shen Qingxuan put them in a food box and sent them down the mountain. He told the longevity noodles to be cooked before they were cooked and poured with the mushroom soup.

The servant took the order, carried the food box and a basket of fresh goods in the mountains, and went down the mountain.

Shen Qingxuan sent him to the door, looked at the servant's back, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

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

Shen Qingxuan came back to his senses. After hearing this, he had no expression on his face. He shook his head slightly and made a gesture to tell her to push him back to the room.

The servant carried the food box and other items and walked down the mountain quickly. As soon as the sun set, he arrived at the Shen Mansion. When Shen's mother heard the news, she came to see the soup in the box and she burst into tears. She hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears, and said to herself, "My son is filial."

The servant bent over and said a few auspicious words, and said, "This is rolled out by the young master and sent it to the villain. When he left, he told him to go into the house and cook it again. Do the lady want to eat now?"

Chen's mother nodded and went into the kitchen. She watched the cook boiling water and put the long noodles into the pot. When they were taken out, they put them in a bowl and poured them with a warm mushroom soup. The hot noodles were poured in the warm soup and they were just in the mouth. They were not cold or hot.

After eating noodles, Mrs. Shen called the servant to fight and reward him, and said, "You go back and tell Xuan'er that my mother knows his thoughts. In the past years, he returned home and cried. He was already suffering in his heart, and seeing me like this, he felt even more sad. Now that he doesn't go down the mountain, I don't blame him. Let him rest well on the mountain. As a mother, she doesn't ask him to go to business and become an official, but she asks for peace and stability." At this point, he said with a word of blessing from the Buddha and left with tears.

The servant got a lot of rewards, put them in his arms, and returned to the mountain to convey Shen Qingxuan without missing a word of the words. After receiving the rewards, he happily retreated.

Life in the mountains is very slow, and it is summer. The days are long and the nights are short.

Shen Qingxuan also felt that life was very slow. He sat under the tree during the day, was confused for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, it was still the sun of Lang Lang.

I don’t know how time passed, but on this day he opened the window and suddenly smelled the fragrance of osmanthus flowers at the tip of his nose, but was shocked. Is it already August?

In the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, it is yellow chrysanthemums, fat crabs, and fragrant osmanthus.

Shen Qingxuan was intrigued and asked someone to wash the yard with clean water and spread the floor with fine sand. He waited until the night was cool, so he attracted all the servants, maids, cooks and old servants, and set up three or four tables of banquets, and cooked dozens of large fat crabs in the middle, and then burned hot wine, asking everyone to enjoy the moon and eat and drink.

The servants in this mountain courtyard were not managed by the mansion. They were quite wild. After the master's permission, they saw that the master was in high spirits, so they started talking about it immediately.

Shen Qingxuan sat in the same mat with a few close servants, and smiled when they heard the jokes they said. The servants were happy when they saw their master's heart. They said the jokes and stubborn words one by one, which was a bit wild. Shen Qingxuan also laughed out of his composure. After laughing, he admired him for wine.

After three cups of yellow soup, the servant was very proud and the stubborn jokes were no longer restricted. For a while, the nonsense of talking about the world became more and more absurd. After somehow, he brought up gods and ghosts, saying that Xing Tian was like what Fuxi was like, and there was also a story about the flower ghosts and fox fairies, one after another, not to mention the down-and-out scholars and the sentimental monsters and ghosts that they like to talk about the most, and the oaths of the moon in front of the flowers. The servant started to start, and the others were about to tell the story, one more sad and one more lingering.

The courtyard was very lively for a while.

That night, the third update, and the drunken people in the yard were revealed. Shen Qingxuan was happy and ate a few more glasses, and was a little drowsy. The maid who was serving him was still awake and sent him back to the house to rest. Shen Qingxuan lay on the bed and sent her to the yard to continue drinking with everyone, resting alone.

The maid closed the door and left, and Shen Qingxuan felt uncomfortable and felt a little clear-headed. He also regained some clarity. He could hear the lively sound outside the house slipped in through the cracks in the window lattice door, as close as far as it was, as if it was real and as illusion, and suddenly felt a little desolate.

I couldn't help but think of Yi Mo, and I wondered where he was now, what he was busy with, whether he had found a snake shed, whether he had drunk wine during the Mid-Autumn Festival... Have I ever thought of myself, the time when I talked about it with candles and candles...

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice and called out in his ears with a delicate voice: "Young Master."

Shen Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no one around him. He almost thought he had heard it wrong, so he paused and suddenly opened the bed.

Not far away, a woman in red was standing, with a tall cloud bun, a red face, a picturesque eyebrows, and an indescribable beauty.

Looking at myself with affection.

Shen Qingxuan looked at her for a while, and the woman's pink cheeks became even more red and her charming charm was beautiful.

Thinking that he was in a dream, Shen Qingxuan hurriedly reached out and twisted his body, but it hurt very much.

He suddenly realized that this woman was either an immortal or a demon. She was vigilant.

The woman moved her lotus steps lightly, walked to his bed, lowered her head and said shyly, "As the young master thought, I am the charm of the flowers in the mountains. I have been kind to my son for many years, and have been carefully watered and cultivated a human form. Just now, the young master in the courtyard was drunk and poured a glass of wine on my son. Do you still remember it?"

Shen Qingxuan listened blankly and thought about it in a daze. Suddenly, he remembered that this seemed to happen just now, but it was a cluster of phoenix ball flowers.

The woman's pink neck drooped and said, "That's exactly my slave."

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

"I have received the kindness of my son, and I have today..." As he said, his face suddenly turned red, and he was even more beautiful and he said like a mosquito: "Come to repay the son tonight."

She said it very lightly, and she didn't dare to raise her eyebrows and eyes. Shen Qingxuan was originally a very intelligent person. After realizing what she meant, she was so embarrassed that she was so embarrassed that she had red ears and didn't know how to answer.

Both of them were shy and hard to bear. The candle shadow shaking and the atmosphere became charming.

Seeing this, the woman still blushed and did not dare to look up, but reached out her hand, gently untied her big red silk shirt, slowly lay down, and snuggled into his arms.

The warm fragrance and soft jade are in my arms, how can I not be moved?

Shen Qingxuan was moved by emotions, but hesitated. The affairs of men and women were extraordinary. Although he was born in a merchant family, he was enlightened at the age of three. He was guided by famous teachers and practiced poetry, etiquette, and etiquette. Although he had thought about the affairs of men and women, he had long since lost this idea because of his health.

Tonight, this woman is as beautiful as a flower. Although she is an alien, she is innocent. Therefore, even if she likes her, Shen Qingxuan dares not move.

After thinking about this, Shen Qingxuan gradually calmed down, but the woman refused to rely on her, and the soft limbs in the bedding were entangled.

Shen Qingxuan couldn't speak, so he had to push it away. As soon as she pushed it away, she timidly entwineed her again, pushed it again, and entangled again.

After repeated several times, the two of them were originally a pair of men and women in their prime. The fire was furious, and finally it was ignited with a loud bang.

Shen Qingxuan was already in a daze and walked to a critical moment. Suddenly, the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms suddenly became cold. A cold palm stroked his forehead. Those soft hums were gone. Only a sound was heard, and a deep whisper in his ear: "Young Master Shen is Qinggu Yiyan, beautiful and beautiful."

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

But I saw that the scenery around me was still empty, and the bed was about ten steps away from me. The bed was neatly tidy and there was no sign of turning around.

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

When I looked down, I saw myself soaking in the bathtub, and the water was already cold.

It turned out that I was taking a shower but fell asleep, creating a dream of spring.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Shen Qingxuan shook his head funny and raised his arm to rattle the bell to call people.

In just this moment, he glanced at the bottom of the water, and his hands that stretched out suddenly became frozen in the air like a rigidity, and his face was as stupid as white paper, looking at the white turbidity under the water, floating in front of him.
Chapter completed!