Xuan Yue sank in the air and squatted beside the stone, so she became as tall as Si Qiao: "Didn't you say there will be a daughter in the prime minister's family to take care of you?"

"You said Sister Gui Yuan?" Si Qiao's face appeared a little embarrassed, and she tried to hide it with a smile. "She and the eldest son went to watch the incense match. I don't understand the incense. I can't speak even if I go there. It's better to walk around alone, but I'm more comfortable."

Xuan Yue looked at her closely. This girl inherited her mother's good bloodline. Her facial features were really delicate, her skin was white and red, and she was as delicate as freshly steamed white jade tofu. Although the girl's youthful aura had not yet faded, her foundation was good. When she grew up, she would be beautiful.

With youth, beauty, and wealth, she almost brings together all the beauty that women in the world yearn for, but under her gorgeous clothes, her face, which should have been bright and vibrant, somehow, was faintly covered with a hint of gloom, a bleakness, and loneliness that made people feel distressed.

Xuan Yueyi lowered her eyes knowingly, and saw her spread the fan on her knees, with some ink and oil paint on her side: "Are you painting?"

Siqiao smiled embarrassedly: "I have nothing to do, just draw and play with it."

He saw that a painted folding fan had been placed next to him, so he picked it up and admired it. After comparing the fan with the scenery in front of him, he realized that the smoky willows and green curtains were the pavilion on the other side of the river.

The beautiful scenery was all blended into this brilliance by her brush and ink, and Xuanyue felt very moved, with soft waves in her eyes: "Si Qiao painted very well, as if she had painted the scenery alive."

"Brother Xuanyue praised it." Siqiao became more and more embarrassed by his praise, and was a little surprised, "By the way, why didn't you see Sister Wu? Aren't you together?"

Xuan Yue lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly: "We all got separated just now, and I was looking for her, and I found this without realizing it."

Finally, a satisfactory sachet was picked up on the other end of the Xingsu. After paying the money, she hurried back to the "Flower Record", but Tao Zhu told Xuanyue that she had left. She chased her out of the store and looked around without seeing Xuanyue. Just when she was confused, Tao Zhu pointed to a place and said, "It seems that she has seen the young master go there, so she must have gone to find the girl."

Xingsu thanked him, and soon he turned to the riverside, holding the sachet happily in his hand. Suddenly, he saw Xuan Yue squatting there from a distance, and a girl was sitting on the stone next to him. When he looked closely, it was Siqiao.

Xingsu tightened his palms, stopped walking forward, and his smile gradually dissipated from his lips.

◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◆◇◆

"Si Qiao, my brother just bought a box of rouge and wanted to give it to you." Xuan Yue held the brocade box with her fingertips, "Look at whether the color suits you?"

Siqiao took it and opened the lid with great care. He was amazed in an instant.

At the same time, the stars behind the willow tree in the distance were also stunned.

"What a beautiful rouge..." Siqiao looked up at Xuanyue, and the sun shone in her black eyes, shining, "Why should I give it to me?"

"Because..." Xuan Yue realized that he had not thought of the reason in a hurry, and his eyes slipped inadvertently, and a flash of inspiration in his heart, "Brother likes the fan you drew, can you give this to me as a souvenir?"
Chapter completed!