There was a curling blue smoke rising from the white copper incense burner, and a flower-porcelain vase was placed on the ebony low table with the guzheng.

The porcelain bottle has a light color, a slender body, and a trumpet mouth is like a graceful girl showing off her simple and attractive figure.

At this moment, Linghu Jun used his clean hands to put the bright branches in them bit by bit.

He is a delicate man.

The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to arrange flowers.

He likes this art, but he doesn't know much about it. He just releases Shu Yi's mood based on his own feelings and hobbies.

Just like he likes a woman, he will not deliberately understand the other person's past.

I felt like I liked it, so I went to love it.

This kind of person lives a comfortable and casual life, but he is also very tired because he always lives in a world where he sets his own rules.

Miss Xueyi was sitting under the eaves and playing the piano.

She only wore a light gauze, and her skin was pale under the hazy skin, like a delicate crabapple flower that was blown by the wind when she got up early.

The sound of the piano was melodious and beautiful, like a stream of clear springs, but Mr. Linghu frowned slightly when he heard it.

"Don't it sound good?"

Miss Xueyi's fair plain hands gently pressed against the strings and asked softly.

Mr. Linghu said: "It sounds nice."

"But you don't like it."

"right."

"Why?" Xueyi was a little puzzled. Her piano skills had already inherited the instinct of this body, so why didn't she like to listen?

Mr. Linghu put a flower into the mouth of the bottle and said lightly: "Because you don't like playing the piano."

The woman is silent.

Yes, she does not like playing the piano.

If it weren't for this identity, she would rather throw all the pianos in the house into the fire or burn them to the prostitutes of the Jiaofangsi.

After Mr. Linghu finished speaking, he continued to arrange flowers, his expression much more serious than before.

And Xueyi no longer plays.

She walked into the kitchen and prepared for today's breakfast.

After half a stick of incense, the flower arrangement finally ended. There were six flowers in total, which were particularly harmonious and beautiful with the patterns and shapes on the vase.

Mr. Linghu carefully placed the vase on the cabinet next to the door of the bedroom.

If there were no chaotic flower pots around him, his position would be excellent, but unfortunately he has just added some bloatedness.

Mr. Linghu looked at the flower pots in disgust, and his fists clenched slightly in his sleeves.

“Come for breakfast.”

It happened that Xueyi came out with the boiled chicken soup.

“No more eating.”

Mr. Linghu picked up the guzheng and walked out of the door, "Mr. You took a leave today. I'll go to a class for him. You can eat it yourself."

Looking at her husband's figure moving away, Xueyi stood with chicken soup for a long time, looking indifferent.

It took a long time before she returned to the kitchen.

The iron pot on the stove was still boiling the boiling broth. Xueyi put her slender white hands into the boiling broth and just watched.

The pain was real, but she could bear it.

Gradually, the broth no longer boiled, and a layer of frost like coarse salt floated on it. Xueyi then picked up the broth and started drinking it.

The soup was delicious, it was delicious like her body.

After breakfast, Xueyi washed the pots and bowls and continued to play the piano. She tried hard to like playing the piano, as long as she could impress her husband.

But halfway through playing the piano, a neighbor hurried over:

"Not good, Mr. Linghu has fallen into the lake!"

clang!

The strings were broken.

Xueyi got up and ran out of the yard.

The courtyard became quiet until a figure climbed over the wall.

Chen Mu glanced at the broken stringed guqin and stepped into the house.

There was still a faint aroma of broth in the room. When I got closer, I was covered by the fragrance of flowers. The corners of the tables and chairs were cleaned and spotless.

Chen Mu's eyes were like a detector, carefully observing every corner of the room.

He came to the wall next to the door.

The four shallow marks on it are still there. Chen Mu used his fingertips to feel the situation at that time in his mind.

He lay on the ground, searching for something carefully like a toad.

Finally, he discovered it.

In the gap in the legs of the wooden chair, there were half a broken nail, and there were traces of rouge applied on the nail.

Chen Mu carefully picked up his nails and put them in the storage space.

After feeling that there were no clues to be searched in the living room, Chen Mu came to the bedroom. When he pushed the door open, the rich fragrance of flowers was still filled with his breath.

Chen Mu couldn't help but sneeze.

He first lay on the bed and smelled it carefully with his nose.

He carefully sniffed almost every inch of the bed, and finally came to a conclusion that the two of them had never been in a room recently.

Chen Mu opened the wardrobe, took out the woman's clothes and started to smell it.

Dresses, underwear, strapless breasts, bellybands...

If anyone sees this scene at this moment, they will definitely think that a vulgar man is doing something very vulgar.

Of course, Chen Mu is indeed a vulgar man.

Especially he likes to enjoy the artistic conception of "face the sea" under a woman's skirt.

“Body odor…”

Chen Mu picked up the bellyband that the woman changed in the morning in the bamboo basket. After smelling it, the sharp light flashed slightly in his eyes.

He put his clothes back in the distance and continued to search.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

Chen Mu walked out of the bedroom and began to search in the living room again.

Finally, his eyes were frozen on a vase with six flowers inserted on it - a masterpiece left by Mr. Linghu before leaving.

Chen Mu took down the vase and took out the branches.

After gently knocking the bottle on the table a few times, a leaf appeared in Chen Mu's vision.

The leaves are dark red and have strange patterns on them, circle by circle, which is different from other leaves and smells of soap.

Chen Mu watched for a while and put away the leaves.

...

Leaving the Linghu family's courtyard, Chen Mu came to a tavern.

There are not many people in the tavern.

He walked straight into a private room in the innermost room.

A woman sat inside.

Put your slender thighs on the table without any image.

The woman with a mixed-blooded face was holding a wine jar on her head, and a soft bamboo stick with grooves extended from the mouth of the jar and was bitten in her mouth by the woman.

Under the urging of spiritual power, the fragrant wine flowed downwards.

"Good job, please reward!"

Chen Mu liked it, took out a silver note and threw it over.

The silver note worth a hundred taels was pinched by Yin Mingwang's slender jade fingers, and then gently rubbed it into powder: "Promise me to let me hug your wife for one night."

"Yes, you go and hug me, as long as she is willing."

Chen Mu sat in front of her with a smile and asked, "How about you, you didn't treat Mr. Linghu."

"No, just kicked into the lake. The land duck couldn't swim and almost drowned in it." Yin Ming said while drinking wine. "Saved by passers-by."
To be continued...