"If you want to monitor that woman, I will open another high-end private room with you. I am afraid that she will not go out until tomorrow."

This sentence was like a stream of cold air rushing to Huo Yao's spine in an instant, and his whole body became stiff.

The shopkeeper has been in Jinshizhai for many years and has developed a pair of golden eyes that can see people and recognize emotions. Now seeing him like this, he can't help but feel a little suspicious, but he also knows that this is not something he should ask about, so he raised his hand and waved his hand to the waiters: "Okay, you guys go down."

Several waiters nodded and turned around.

"Xingjun, look, what arrangements do we want to make?" the shopkeeper looked at Huo Yao carefully and asked.

Huo Yao's face had returned to calm at this moment, but a cold air on his body did not dissipate: "Just arrange a room that is convenient for monitoring as you said."

He paused and added: "It doesn't have to be in the room, as long as the room is suitable for monitoring."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now, Xingjun wait." The shopkeeper left with his fists.

Soon, a waiter led Huoyao to an exquisite Linshui room.

"What kind of wine does the distinguished guest like to drink and what he wants to eat, and he will tell the younger ones. The shopkeeper must not neglect you after he told me." The waiter led the man to arrange some fruit and side dishes and said respectfully.

Huo Yao glanced at the plaque on the room - Qingxinzhai.

This is such a good name.

To be clear, he needs to be clear of the fire in his heart.

He suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and said lightly: "You go and cook some Bing Xinjiu."

The waiter was stunned. Bing Xinjiu was brewed by the shopkeeper himself and a Western merchant. He had to put mint leaves in it. Many people couldn't get used to the spicy and cold taste. The shopkeeper's private wine almost never took it out to share. This person even knew Bing Xinjiu?

But those who can work in Jinshizhai cannot have no ability to see it. The waiter said respectfully: "Yes, I will talk to the shopkeeper later."

Soon, the waiter sent two pots of ice-heart brews.

Huo Yao opened the window and could see the water pavilion opposite him independent of the lake.

The curtains are hanging by the window of the water pavilion, so you can't see the scene inside clearly, but you can vaguely hear the laughter and music inside.

It was the pleasant voice of a familiar woman, which made Huo Yao squint slightly.

He sat down expressionlessly, without drinking, and just looked at the window with a steady look.

The wind was cooler, and I pulled the curtain by the window.

Occasionally, I could see a servant in the water pavilion serving the man in white sitting by the window with wine. The skylight fell between the eyebrows of the young man in white, with black eyes flying eyebrows, nose like hanging gallbladder, skin like jade, and temple like knife cuts. Although I smiled unruly, I had no sense of voluptuousness.

It really has a unique temperament, and it can bear the four words "beautiful" and "beautiful" eyes and eyes.

I think it is the young master of the Cangyun Sect.

After a while, Huo Yao sat down slowly, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, and there was a light of jealousy that he had not discovered himself.

Then, his eyes stopped on the woman behind the curtain.

The young master of the Cangyun Sect was very attentive to her and picked up food and delivered wine to her from time to time.

Huo Yao looked at them with expressionless face and kept talking. Si Zhu's voice was endless, but he suddenly lost the interest in drinking. He just lowered his eyes expressionlessly, raised his hand to pick up the vegetables, and ate slowly one bite after another.

The sky gradually turned white to dark, the sunlight went from bright to dim, and then to the lights. Finally, the night was sunken, and the stars were dim, and the silk and bamboo were silenced.

The feasts in Jinshizhaili also ended.

Huo Yao sat in one position, and the dishes were served one after another. He maintained a speed and kept eating slowly.

The waiter couldn't help but mutter: "This person is so edible, and it's so weird that the food is cold and I'm eating there too, but the wine doesn't move at all. Do we still have to deliver the food in?"

The shopkeeper of Jinshizhai was planning to do it while not raising his head: "Continue, don't say nonsense that you shouldn't say."

Upon hearing this, the waiter had to lower his head and said, "Yes!"

Until the lights in the water pavilion swayed a few times, then the wind blew, and the candlelight became dark and dark.

Huo Yao paused his hand, then put the chopsticks on the table with a "click".

He slowly withdrew his hands and sat quietly by the table, looking at the porcelain plate in front of him. The pale moonlight fell on the porcelain plate stained with oily leftovers. The table was full of the mess, as if nothing was left.

He sat quietly in a posture with expressionless expression, with the fog and a dream at night... until dawn.

...

As the night passed, the sky became brighter again.

After the birds sing, the voices gradually arose.

Not long after, someone swayed in the water pavilion again, and the curtains by the window were lifted up, and a pair of beautiful people could be seen sitting by the window for breakfast.

Huo Yao finally moved. He raised his hand to take the wine pot, poured a cup of Bingxin wine, and drank it little by little on his lips.

The strong wine entered his throat, which was first hot and stimulating, which made him almost unable to help but cough.

But after a moment, it spread along the wine in the esophagus, and the coldness brought by mint crawled into the body again.

Huo Yao closed his eyes and forced himself to suppress the chill.

Cold and heat, really... the heavens of ice and fire are just like everything in these years.

He laughed softly and silently, turning and leaving.

...

In the water chestnut, the young man in white looked at the woman in front of him and said with a smile: "When the person is gone, really won't he chase him?"

Huo Sanniang raised her blue eyes, opened the curtain, and looked at Qingxinzhai, which was already empty not far away. She bent her indifferent smile on her gorgeous red lips: "Why do you want to chase after me? Mu Qing, are you so idle?"

Mu Qing poured a cup of hot tea into the porcelain cup and handed it over, chuckling: "Don't be stubborn, you have been absent-minded from yesterday to today. You and I have known each other for more than ten years. Have I ever seen the Tianshan witch look so absent-minded."

Huo Sanniang reached out to pick up the cup and snorted: "Who said that when I saw you, I was distracted from my mind? Have you forgotten it? But you, a teenage boy, can be very calm and not influenced by my magic skills. You are also a talent..."

But she didn't expect that she took the cup, but Mu Qing grabbed it in the palm of her hand with the cup.

"Hmm?" Huo Sanniang raised her eyebrows at him.

Mu Qing narrowed her eyes and looked at her delicate face as delicate as a porcelain doll before chuckling: "Who said I am full of concentration?"

Huo Sanniang pulled it back, but found that he was holding it very tightly. She simply didn't rush to pull her wrist, and only held her chin with her other hand, making a very interesting look: "Oh, can I remember it wrong, but there are not many men in this world who can reject me, Huo Sanniang. You are the youngest one. Do I remember clearly that you are still fighting with me, right?"

"Ha." Mu Qing chuckled, with an unspeakable smell in his eyebrows and eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her on the back of her hand: "That was just a teenager who was indifferent to the taste of love. He saw the most lively and charming fairy witch in the world. When he was moved, he was reluctant to touch her easily."

Huo Sanniang looked at the joke in his eyebrows and eyes, rolled her eyes and snorted coldly, her fingertips were a little on the inside of his wrist, and she pulled her hand back: "Come on, there are three innocent young men in the room, and they use this to make fun of me every year for my charm and magic skills that don't work for you, is it interesting?"

After saying that, she got up, kicked the door open and turned away angrily: "Next time, I'll call me if I have good wine."

Mu Qing lazily put his hands in his sleeves and leaned against the door to look at Huo Sanniang's back: "I'm afraid someone will be heartbroken, so I counted this mess on my head and couldn't even call out any wine."

Huo Sanniang was too lazy to pay attention to him, and she waved her hand and was about to leave.

But Mu Qing gloated and said, "Hey, I said, that person is not suitable for you, he looks like a hypocrite. If you are good to him, I'm afraid there will be no good things!"

Huo Sanniang was annoyed and turned her face to stare at him coldly: "Are you finished? Could it be that you, a well-known hypocrite, are suitable for me? I am afraid that your elders can peel you off and bones and stew it and feed it to the dog!"

Mu Qing laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward: "Hahaha..."

"Men in the Central Plains are all sick!" Huo Sanniang shrugged, turned around and left.

Mu Qing laughed behind her so much that tears were about to come out: "Yes, I'm sick, why don't I stay in the Central Plains? I'll leave my family and go to the Western Regions for a soft meal?"

"Tsk, this kind of low-end sweet talk, that is, women in the Central Plains can be fooled to be stunned." Huo Sanniang couldn't help but mutter.

"Hello, please leave." The waiter watched Huo Sanniang go out and bowed respectfully.

Huo Sanniang left Jinshizhai, looked at the floating clouds in the sky, and slowly closed her eyes, as if she had made up some decision and went straight to Qinjia Xiufang.

In this Jinshizhai, the smile on the face of the young man in white slowly faded, and he sighed softly: "This man, I can't always speak loudly. Now, no one believes every truth."

He smiled softly: "The cowardly man has nothing to do."

...

One month later

Qinjia Embroidery Shop

"A cowardly person will eventually get nothing." Chu Yu sighed in the Yun Family Xiufang: "I'm afraid that Xiaochuan and Jiaojiao will grow up and get married. Huo Yao and Sanniang, Shui Yao and Erniang are still struggling. This person has not been paired for a long time, and it will be apart sooner or later."

A person who is not brave enough cannot stand his own inner demons and cannot withstand the hardships of many fates.

"You're so busy." Qin Sheng's silver needles flashed with gentle expressions.

Chu Yu glanced at his embroidery rack: "Embroidering clothes for Xiaochuan again? That girl doesn't like this kind of embroidered thing the most, and you don't know."

People's family is embroidered clothes for their mothers, while her family is... the father's family is worried.

Qin Sheng smiled slightly, and her handsome face was still gentle: "She is going to enter the palace to be the princess, so my Qin Sheng's daughter is naturally the most dazzling."

Chu Yu sighed, there is no one else in this father who values ​​girls over men. Jiaojiao has nothing to embroider except her bellyband and her father’s embroidery.

"Little Madam, do you have time? Do you have any questions? I have to report it?" Aunt Jin suddenly heard from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yu immediately said, "Aunt Jin, if you have something to do, come in and say it."

Aunt Jin entered the door with a strange expression: "See the Lord, little lady."

Chu Yu was a little curious: "Why, what happened to Tiangong Embroidery Workshop?"

"No." Aunt Jin hesitated for a moment and suddenly said, "Yes, Huo Yao Xingjun is his marriage."
Chapter completed!