Soon, pens, ink, paper and inkstones were ready.

Zhu Xiuyuan put his hands behind his back, meditated for a while, dipped in ink and wrote a poem in two or three strokes.

After the ink is dried, fold it up and hand it to Xiaohuan.

Xiaohuan hurriedly took it with both hands, placed it carefully and carefully against his body.

Xiaohuan had obtained the calligraphy treasure, so he didn't stay long, bowed and left after bowing.

…

The building is full of flowers.

The fourth floor.

In a certain room, candlelight illuminated the entire room.

However, it was very quiet in this room.

The round table was filled with a banquet, and the dishes and cups were decorated with fine dishes and fine wine. Even the cups, plates, dishes and other items were inlaid with gold rims.

However, there was no one around the round table, the chairs were empty, and the chopsticks had not changed their positions since they were placed there.

By the window.

Kou Wanwan sat half-length on the window sill, tilting her head and looking at the bustling street downstairs.

Tonight, Kou Wanwan was specially dressed up. In order for Zhu Xiuyuan to appreciate her true face, she spent a full hour wearing makeup.

But I saw the clouds on the temples were high, the head was full of pearls and green, and the three thousand hairs were black and shiny, and the light could tell people.

A beautiful face that cannot be described in words.

Anyone who sees a man will fall in love with him.

She has a slender figure and is wearing a red dress, which outlines her figure with a bulging figure.

Kou Wanwan crossed her legs and sat sideways on the window sill, placing her hands on the hem of her red skirt.

Those pair of bright wrists, as white as snow, with slender fingertips and excellent shape, make people unable to open their eyes just by looking at them.

At this time, Kou Wanwan had no expression on her face, no smile, no anger, just a little bit of hope.

He stared blankly at the street below.

The streets were still bustling and the lights were like a sea, but that person never appeared!

At some point, Kou Wanwan felt a slight chill on the back of her hand pressing on the red skirt.

She slowly turned her head to look and raised her hand, but it turned out that it was sparse drizzle falling from the sky, and a raindrop fell on the back of her snow-white and delicate hand.

Crystal clear.

Subconsciously, Kou Wanwan moved her slender fingers, and she couldn't help but look at her hand carefully.

I saw that the fingertips were slender, the bones and flesh were well-proportioned, the skin was white, the texture was delicate and shiny, and the tiny nails were shining...

What a beautiful pair of hands, but it’s a pity that no one came to appreciate them with her.

After looking at her hand, Kou Wanwan's eyes fell on the poem manuscript she held in her hand.

This is the poem manuscript with "Long Acacia" written in Zhu Xiuyuan's own handwriting.

“Sauvignon Blanc.”

Kou Wanwan unfolded the poem, her eyes fell on the three-word brand name "Sauvignon Blanc", the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, and she read out slowly.

"A whirlpool of clouds, a jade shuttle, a light and thin shirt, and a light frown with double snails."

"The autumn winds are strong, the rain is gentle, and there are two or three banana trees outside the curtain. There is nothing anyone can do in the long night."

After reciting this poem, Kou Wanwan's breathing became short.

He pressed the poem manuscript to his heart with both hands, quickly and with force.

In the turbulent heart, the poem manuscript has been deformed...

It becomes the shape of a mask unfolded.

The legs covered by the red dress moved twice, causing the red dress to tremble.

At the same time, Kou Wanwan raised her head, leaning against the window frame, her eyes as bright as stars slowly closed, her bright red cherry mouth slightly opened, and a few fine teeth were vaguely visible.

Boom, boom, boom!

At this time there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, this slave is back!" There was also the voice of maid Xiaohuan.

Kou Wanwan was shocked, her eyes opened, and her starry eyes bloomed.

Withdrawing the poem manuscript, he smoothed it out with his hands and said, "Come in quickly. Is Mr. Zhu here?"

She simply arranged her clothes, put the poem manuscript close to her body, and hurriedly greeted her, moving quickly with her lotus steps, pulling her long skirt around like a lotus blooming.

Squeak!

The door opened, but only Xiao Huan came in.

Kou Wanwan paused, looking past the small ring and looking out the door, with a look of disappointment and a hint of expectation on her face.

"Miss, I failed to invite Mr. Zhu."

Xiaohuan drooped his head.

"Still...not coming?"

Kou Wanwan still looked behind Xiaohuan and outside the door without giving up.

"Miss, Mr. Zhu said that he will come in person tomorrow morning!"

"okay."

Kou Wanwan withdrew her gaze, and finally a smile appeared on her face.

"And Miss..."

Xiaohuan took out the piece of writing paper from the pocket of his clothes, held it in his hands and handed it to Kou Wanwan.

"Miss, these are poems written by Mr. Zhu himself and given to the lady."

"I wish you a new poem!"

Kou Wanwan's eyes lit up, she hurriedly took it with both hands, and couldn't wait to unfold it.

"Telling the heartfelt feelings." After Kou Wanwan read out the name of the poem, his whole person changed, his eyes were shining, and he felt like he had found a treasure while holding the poem manuscript.

"Where do people go in the eternal night? Jue Lai Yin."

"The incense pavilion is hidden, the eyebrows are furrowed, and the moon is about to sink."

"Fighting forbearance but not finding each other? Resenting the lonely quilt."

"Change my heart for yours, and we will know and remember each other deeply."

After Kou Wanwan finished reciting the song "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings", her breathing became short again.

Cherry's little mouth is slightly open, and her eyebrows, eyes, corners of her mouth, face, etc. are all smiling.

"Miss?"

Xiaohuan saw that his young lady was in a different state of mind, so she hurriedly put her head in to take a look.

However, Kou Wanwan seemed to be immersed in some kind of magical state, unable to extricate herself. She couldn't hear what was going on outside the window, and she seemed to be unaware of Xiaohuan's cry.

Xiaohuan's eyes widened, and she understood that her young lady was going "crazy" again.

Then, something even more incredible happened to Xiaohuan.

I saw Kou Wanwan, holding the poem "Reporting Heartfelt Love" to her heart with both hands, as if sleepwalking, with a smile on her lips, she walked towards Xiutan, put on her clothes and lay down on her.

He just pressed the poem manuscript with his hands, pressed it to his heart, then closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

Just fell asleep!

Xiaohuan followed him all the way, stood in front of the embroidery, bent down, stared at the strange state of his young lady, and called out several times: "Miss."

But Kou Wanwan ignored it and fell asleep after a while, breathing gradually evened out.

Xiaohuan's eyes widened. This was the first time she saw her young lady like this!

After being stunned for a long time before the embroidery collapsed, I saw that my lady had fallen into a deep sleep, and the poem manuscript was still pressed on my heart by my lady, rising and falling slowly with her breathing...

Xiaohuan shook his head, pulled the quilt and covered Kou Wanwan.

Then he gently removed the banquet table, blew out the candles, and exited the room.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning.

Zhu Xiuyuan got up and fell into a trance again.

He was really not used to not seeing the hard-working Qiu Wen, nor the lady who laughed like a silver bell.
To be continued...