[Lu Xiaofeng] Bring a husband back to the ancient tomb

Mingjian Villa is famous all over the world for its tea and sword.Although it is not comparable to the 'Sword God' Ximen Chuuxue, and Baiyun City Lord Gucheng, they are rare in the world.

The huge Mingjian Villa covers an area of ​​[-], but there are only two courtyards.One is Mingyuan, and the other is Jianyuan.As the name suggests: Mingyuan is a place to drink tea.

A winding stone path.The ingenious and exquisite rockery, only a few stones and a few clumps of bamboo, is enough for people to linger. Looking back, the corner of the autumn pavilion on the top of the mountain and the jade bridge that can be crossed in one step on the mountainside are unforgettable. Get up in the rockery.

Under the rockery is an octagonal pavilion.The resplendent glazed tiles and the red eaves are carved with various exquisite patterns.There are eight upturned pavilion corners, and a copper wind chime is tied to each corner; when a gust of wind blows, the wind chime makes a melodious sound of "ding ding, ding ding".

The four sides of the pavilion are supported by six red pillars.There is also a thin green curtain hanging on it.When the wind blows, it gently ripples, like a dream.

In the pavilion, there are stone tables and chairs that have not gone to the past, and have been replaced with precious rosewood.Rosewood is not easy to grow and can also be used for medicine.A small one or two changes are worth a thousand dollars, not to mention such a large decoration as a table and chair.In other words, Mingjian Villa has already used luxury to the extreme.

There was a small and exquisite white jade teapot on the red sandalwood table. The old man with chicken skin and white hair stroked his chest-length beard, picked up the teapot, and poured the freshly boiled tea into a small cup beside him.

The tender green leaf buds are slowly stretched out, the fluff is relaxed, every flag is shot, the tender green is translucent, and the posture is extremely moving.In the whole white porcelain cup, the soup is green and clear, and the fragrance is tangy.

His gray beard, light wrinkles, and those eyes that are always smiling make people feel that he is an amiable old man.He is Mu Yansheng, the old owner of Mingjian Villa.When he was young, he was also a well-known figure in the Jianghu, and his hand piercing the flower into the cloud sword made him superb.It is a test of this Megatron.Now that he is old, he is still a big dipper: "Has Qiu girl slipped out again?"

A man in his forties stood in front of the red sandalwood table opposite Mu Yansheng.A very well-tailored black robe was covered with a beige gauze robe. His heroic facial features were clear and three-dimensional, and the shallow fine lines revealed the unique charm of this man at this age.The man stood upright, only his head was drooping, very respectful: "Yes, father."

Mu Yansheng picked up the white jade teacup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip, which was refreshing and refreshing.After drinking the tea, I still feel the sweetness in my mouth, which is endless aftertaste: "She is already eighteen years old. She has already passed her age. Although the sons and daughters of the world don't pay attention to those red tapes, they have to find a home after all. Sheng Rui, Find her a husband's house."

"Yes." Mu Shengrui replied loudly, without any intention of refuting the old father: "I just don't know, which senior can I be optimistic about in my father's heart."

Mu Shengrui has been in charge of Mingjian Villa for many years, but he still lacks a bit of the boldness of a patriarch.I think Mu Yansheng named him 'Shengrui' back then because 'Sheng' means bright and prosperous; 'Rui' means wisdom', but he finally failed his father's painstaking efforts. Sometimes Mu Yan Sheng is also reflecting on himself, is it because he is too strong that he has suppressed his son's courage? But the matter has come to this point, and he is powerless. He only hopes that his grandson Mu Wenhao can surpass himself. Sheng Rui, otherwise Mingjian Villa might be destroyed.

"Father?" Mu Shengrui raised his eyes and peeked at Mu Yan's voice who was in a daze for a while, and shouted.

Mu Yansheng came back to his senses, looked at his son's tall and straight figure, and sighed silently in his heart, probably referring to his own son by his appearance: "Let Wen Hao pay more attention to this matter. His own sister, He should pay more attention, too."

"Yes, father."

Another puppet-like answer.Mu Yansheng pressed his temple with some headache: "Okay, let's go down."

"Yes." Mu Shengrui walked back with his head down for a few steps before turning around and leaving the place.

Mu Yansheng, who was still drinking tea leisurely just now, lost his mood and also got up and left here.

Not long after Mu Yansheng left, three or two people walked out of Mingyuan, which was still quiet and deserted, from an inconspicuous corner.The well-trained movement packed up the items on the table, and then retreated.Mingyuan became quiet again.

The snow-white pigeon spun in the sky at an extremely fast speed and then landed steadily on Huamanlou's arm.After Hua Manlou gently stroked the shiny, silk-thin feathers, he put it back into the sky again.He held a piece of paper that had just been removed between his fingers.

Opened the note, stroked it back and forth twice, nodded knowingly, turned around and whispered to Yang Pingting who was eating fried buns: "Miss Yang, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to continue sightseeing. "

Yang Pingting, who had finished eating the last mouthful of fried buns, raised her head and asked a little puzzled: "Why?" Didn't you agree to take her around to see, why did you suddenly change your mind? : "Did something happen?"

Hua Manlou nodded and said: "That's right, next month is my father's birthday, tonight he might have to celebrate earlier because of his poor health, so I just sent a letter from Feige to tell me to go back to Yuxiu Villa and wait."

When saying this, Hua Manlou was also full of doubts.Parents have always been in good health, so how could they suddenly feel bad.And it was so serious that he needed to have his birthday in advance, which made him very uneasy, and he wished he could fly back and have a look.I just want to say sorry to Miss Yang, after all, I broke my promise.

Fortunately, Yang Pingting is not a troublemaker.I wonder if her parents were sick, she would be very sad.How can there be any desire to travel around the mountains and rivers?Mentioning her parents, Yang Pingting's mood dropped.She missed them too, and it was the first time she hadn't seen them for such a long time, and she felt a dull pain in her heart.

Yang Pingting's silence, as well as the subdued atmosphere around her, made Huamanlou blame herself even more: "Miss Yang, I promise you that after this incident, I will definitely apologize to you. I can't accompany you anymore."

"Apologize, what are you apologizing for?" Yang Pingting, who couldn't figure it out for a while, asked several times before she came back to her senses: "It's okay, you can go home and have a look. There is no need to make amends for this."

Hua Manlou made a bow to Yang Pingting: "Thank you Miss Yang for your understanding." He paused for a moment, and then said: "If the girl doesn't mind, let's go to Yuxiu Villa with me!"

"Can I go too?" Yang Pingting looked a little surprised.Can I invite others to the birthday party?

"Of course. My father invited friends from all over the world. Of course, you are my friends and you can join together." Hua Manlou explained softly.

Huamanlou's sincerity made Yang Pingting very happy. 'friend! 'What a familiar yet unfamiliar word, but it gave her a warm feeling in her heart.She loves this friend!

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