Night.

Under the seven-quarter moon.

roof.

Yi Lanxuan's maids were immersed in sweet sleep.

In the main room, on a beautiful bed with a carved incense tent, a scarlet bedding was lifted.

The bed was empty, and the shoe cabinet under the bed was empty.

And Miss Xie, who they were supposed to be looking after, appeared on the roof of Yilanxuan.

It's the same old place again.

It's just that this time Xie Lingjiang didn't have a small wine bottle in his hand. Instead, he had a bamboo stick wrapped in a signature paper.

Xie Lingjiang held his knees with his hands, looking up at the moon for a while, and at the Meilin courtyard not far away next to the Su Mansion.

After a while, he gently buried his face between his knees.

The bamboo stick in the right hand is turned silently between the five fingers.

The folded red paper that wrapped the marriage sign was wrinkled. She had read it a thousand times.

Just like when Xie Lingjiang used to take advantage of his father's attention when he was studying, he fished for fish and turned pen under the cover of bamboo slips.

The elusive thoughts of my daughter's family are also turning over at this finger.

However, what troubled her as a child was the endless world of learning.

But after all, she was born into an aristocratic family, from a well-educated family, and she was holding a script about a talented woman singing Xu.

After all, the academic homework and poetry and classic meanings of her student days couldn't stop her from being smart and proud.

But what Xie Lingjiang is worried about now is another scene with no end in sight.

"How should I solve this problem..."

The night breeze on the roof carried away the woman's murmur.

"What problem is difficult to solve?"

Suddenly, a clear female voice broke the monotonous whistling of the night wind on the roof.

A nimble figure jumped across the large gap between the roofs of Yilanxuan and Meiyingzhai.

There was no hesitation in his movements and he was not afraid of losing his footing.

It's another girl with plum blossom makeup.

She walked up to Xie Lingjiang and sat down unceremoniously, wearing her embroidered shoes with her heels still on and a silk blanket wrapped around her arms.

"Can you be careful? It's dangerous to jump on the roof."

"With sister Xie here, I can't fall."

"You're really rude."

"No need to be polite to Sister Xie."

Su Guoer blurted out.

Xie Lingjiang turned his head and looked at her cold and pretty face. Her delicate and small chin was habitually raised.

Su Guoer turned to Xie Lingjiang:

"Sister Xie, what are you worried about again? You can tell me."

Xie Lingjiang stopped turning the red paper-wrapped bamboo stick in his hand and suddenly said:

"Why are you so confident and domineering about everything?"

Su Guoer retorted: "Isn't Sister Xie also arrogant because of her talent? Many men in this world will feel that Sister Xie is like an iceberg fairy, unattainable when they see her."

Xie Lingjiang shook his head, "It's different. You are...it seems to be like this for everything."

Su Bao'er didn't even raise her eyelids, "I'm too lazy to pretend to be a little white rabbit, speak softly, be shy and coquettish, I can't do it."

Xie Lingjiang lowered his head and asked, "What if you meet your sweetheart in the future? Are you also so strong and confident?"

Su Guoer frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about this question, but then she turned her head, looked at Xie Lingjiang and asked:

"I ask this suddenly. Could it be that you met Sister Xie? I heard that you went to the temple fair of Donglin Temple with your senior brother a few days ago. Hey, what is this? Is it the marriage sign you asked for?"

Xie Lingjiang did not answer, and did not wait for Su Guoer to continue curiously asking questions. He raised his head, looked at the moon, and interrupted:

"I asked Master Shandao for you, but there is still no whereabouts of that poem...

"Oh, by the way, I also asked for a marriage lottery for you."

As he said this, while Su Guoer's face was downcast and she raised her head without paying attention.

She turned her hand over, and the original bamboo stick between the five fingers of her right hand was replaced by another new bamboo stick in her sleeves.

Xie Lingjiang looked forward and stretched out his hand to hand over the signature without looking back.

Su Guo'er raised her eyebrows slightly and looked curiously at the brand new marriage sign wrapped in red paper:

"mine?"

"Um."

"Why are you begging me for this? I don't need it." She said with a straight face, "Besides, no serious girl would believe in a marriage lottery."

"I asked for it along the way."

"and yours?"

"I don't."

Su Guoer's eyes were suspicious, "You didn't beg yourself? Then what would you do if you went to Donglin Temple?"

Xie Lingjiang shook his head and said without blushing, "I was invited to go to Beitian Nursing Home with Senior Brother."

Su Guoer shook his head speechlessly, casually took the bamboo stick wrapped in red paper and threw it into his sleeve.

Her face was pale, and her little finger touched the wind-disturbed black hair beside her ears.

There seems to be no interest in taking it apart and checking it out.

Xie Lingjiang didn't urge or give any advice.

She only read her own marriage contract and reconciliation statement.

Xie Lingjiang did not open the marriage sign he asked for for Su Guoer.

The two sat side by side for a while.

Su Guo'er asked Xie Lingjiang again about Lai Xici's situation after returning home, but the answer she got made her look even more disappointed.

Su Guoer showed little interest in chatting, and Xie Lingjiang was also distracted throughout the whole process and spoke little.

Seemingly feeling a little bored, Su Baoer tightened the blanket and stood up, turning around.

"gone."

On the roof, the accumulated rain the day before yesterday still made the bricks and tiles a little damp. The plum blossom-shaped girl's footsteps were a little slow. Before leaving, she paused and seemed to remember something:

"By the way, on the day of my birthday, you can go and bring your senior brother here with you."

Su Guo'er's tone was casual, as if she was speaking on impulse.

Xie Ling Jiang was startled, with a hesitant look on his pretty face:

"Why are you bringing Senior Brother here? He lives a simple life and doesn't have anything valuable to give you?"

"Sister Xie, do you think I, my sister, will miss his gifts?"

Su Guoer curled her lips and casually said:

"Although your senior brother is from a commoner family, he can be regarded as one of the best among people. The last public trial in the county was quite interesting... You can bring him here and get to know more people."

Hearing this, Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but glance at Su Guoer's leaving figure.

This sister of the Su family is still so annoying when she talks.

Is this true for everything?

I don’t know if anyone can cure her in the future.

Just when Xie Lingjiang was lost in thought and thinking silently.

A few hundred meters away.

A quiet plum forest courtyard.

The houses in the courtyard were shrouded in darkness like a shadow of ink.

It's like a large cloud of thick ink is splashed on a blank landscape painting.

What Xie Lingjiang, who was on the rooftop in the distance, didn't know was that in a dark room she often looked at, there was a pleasant smell of light sandalwood filling the room.

Ouyang Rong felt that he had slept very deeply at night these past few days. He would wake up every time he closed and opened his eyes. He even yawned a little and felt sleepy during the day.
To be continued...