In a corner of Xunyang Prince's Mansion, in a lakeside boudoir.

On the desk in the dark study room, a little girl the size of a palm, wearing a black Confucian dress, stared at the three oil-paper umbrellas in front of her in stunned silence.

These three oil-paper umbrellas seem to have been carefully protected by their owners, as if they have not been exposed to rain and are as new as ever.

There is an elegant love poem on the surface of each umbrella.

"Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit..."

"You are so beautiful that I will never forget you..."

These quatrains of love poems seem to have been written by men themselves, with elegant and fresh handwriting. Compared with the gracefulness of women, they have a bit more masculinity in them.

This is actually the first time Miao Si has seen the man's handwriting on this umbrella. It is different from the simplified Chinese handwriting of the owner of Dielianhua that Rong Zhen showed her not long ago.

However, as an ink master, Miao Si smelled a familiar literary style.

Can't be wrong.

She felt a little like facing a formidable enemy, lowered her head and said to herself:

"No way...such a coincidence...how is it possible...wait..."

Miao Si's expression was solemn as if he had thought of something.

She quickly dropped the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, jumped off the table, sniffed the air in the room, and ran around in the dark boudoir of a certain noble lady of the Xie family, scurrying around.

Last time, in order to repay her kindness, Huang Xuan specially took the wonderful idea of ​​turning into an ink to Xunyang Tower during the day, so that she could get to know her benefactor.

Although in the end, Huang Xuan and Huang Feihong fled through the window together with Lu Ya, Miao Si, who had a keen sense of smell, remembered the aura of the young Chang Shi and the noble daughter of the Xie family.

Unlike the literary spirit that accompanies ink stains and lasts forever, the personal atmosphere will dissipate if the person leaves for a long time. Compared with ordinary people, Miao Si can realize this better.

The three oil-paper umbrellas on the table just now may be because they have been left for too long, or may be because they have been exposed to the sun and blown by the wind not long ago. In addition to the boudoir atmosphere of the Xie family, these umbrellas were handmade and she wrote love poems.

His masculine aura has become almost imperceptible.

"Not necessarily, it doesn't have to be him. Yes, this noble lady Xie's sweetheart, the lover who exchanged love letters with her, what if it's not him... the two of them may be just ordinary friends."

There is still a trace of luck in Miao Si's heart.

In order to confirm something, she walked around the house, but at the end, she found...

In the boudoir, in addition to the strong scent of Xie's noble daughter, there is also the only scent of man.

It belongs to the young Chang Shi who saved Xiaoxuan.

One thing worth noting is that in addition to one or two men's Confucian shirts stored in Lady Xie's suitcase, this masculine atmosphere mainly appears on a few pairs of exquisite embroidered shoes and light socks, as well as some private bellybands...

The wonderful idea didn't turn around any more, he stopped moving and raised his red face.

The noble lady of the Xie family has one or two Confucian shirts and robes belonging to her sweetheart, which is understandable. But how did these socks and embroidered shoes get the aura of youthful history? It seems to have happened recently, so this can be retained.

There is such a distinct smell.

Miao Si felt that she had been led astray and her thoughts were not clean.

But at the moment, these messy dirty thoughts are not the key. The key is that these clues unmistakably show that... the young Chang Shi and the noble daughter of the Xie family are passionately in love.

So those three handmade oil-paper umbrellas contain a certain sense of culture...

Unless the noble daughter of the Xie family is chaste and treads two boats, there is only one answer.

The room fell silent.

Three oil-paper umbrellas lay quietly on the desk.

At the table, the little girl in black Confucian attire, who was forced to reveal her real name tonight, lowered her head and looked at the scraps of paper handed to her by the cold girl in palace attire.

"The stupidest, bar none, one day he will die of stupidity..."

She murmured to herself.

…

"Why are you back so early?"

In the corner of Xingzifang, by the well of an old courtyard, a little girl in a red coat was fetching water. When she heard the movement behind her, she looked back and asked curiously.

Miao Si said nothing, walked into the yard, passed Huang Xuan and entered the house.

The little girl silently jumped onto the cabinet that served as a den, not forgetting to close the cabinet door.

With a "bang" sound, he locked himself inside.

Huang Xuan heard the movement in the house, shook her head, wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, carried the well water, and walked to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, she put down the bucket, turned around and left the kitchen, returned to the house, opened the cabinet on tiptoe, and took a look at the little man inside.

I saw the little girl with her back to her, sitting cross-legged, supporting her chin with her hands, seemingly facing the wall in a daze, saying nothing.

Huang Xuan thought for a moment, wiped the water stains on her apron with her palm, and tentatively poked her little head wearing a lotus crown with an index finger.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Miaosi's tumbler-like head swayed twice with Huang Xuan's fingers. Just when Huang Xuan was about to ask again, the little girl suddenly threw the whisk and bowl in her hands aside and turned around to ask seriously:

"Xiaoxuan, am I stupid?"

Under the direct gaze of Miao Si, Huang Xuan thought for a while, nodded, and imitated someone's words:

"Well, there is no one."

"..."

Huang Xuan asked softly: "Did you get lost and couldn't find the place, or did you say that you didn't have enough literary skills?"

Miaosi lowered his head: "I didn't get lost. I found the courtyard of Lady Xie's house, and her style of culture was left behind. It happened to be your basket of red leaves..."

Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, thank you for your hard work."

Miaosi whispered: "Does Xiaoxuan care about them so much?"

Huang Xuan said with some seriousness: "I don't say thank you for the kindness, but I can't forget it." After a pause, she added: "Why do you ask this? Are you unhappy? Are you jealous?"

Facing the curious gaze, Miao Si avoided her eyes and said, "No." At the same time, she changed the subject: "Why isn't Xiaoxuan still sleeping? Is there a day off tomorrow?"

It's just five o'clock in the morning, and it's pitch black outside the window.

Huang Xuan shook her head:

"I can't sleep. I'm also a little worried about you. The Xunyang Prince's Mansion in Xiushuifang is too far away, far away from Hanlei Mozhai. You go out alone... After thinking about it, I might as well get up and cook some porridge. Daddy wants to eat it when he gets up early.

, he works hard during the day.”

"Oh." Miao Si nodded.

Huang Xuan added: "You will work harder tonight."

Miao Si glanced at her and lowered his head.

When Huang Xuan saw him with his head lowered and silent, she closed the cupboard door, turned around and went to the kitchen to continue making porridge.

After a while, Huang Xuan heard the sound of the kitchen door being pushed open behind her. She knew who it was without turning around and continued to burn firewood.

The little girl jumped over the threshold nimbly and walked around the kitchen with her hands behind her back.

There are two figures, one big and one small, one doing housework and the other wandering around, silent and silent. It seems to be like this all the time, and they seem to be in perfect harmony.

Miao Si stopped when passing by the rice vat, opened the lid of the vat, and poked her little head in to take a look. She reached out and grabbed a handful of rice mixed with chaff, staring at the thin flow of rice between her fingers.

After a while, he suddenly said:

"Xiaoxuan, why don't you just raise a rat?"

"What about you?"

"Pick up your bed and get out."

"Oh, you want to change to a popular restaurant, right?"

"No! How could Xiaoxuan say that..." Qi Gugu was halfway through his words, and when he realized what he was saying, his voice became weaker: "Don't use provocation, be more serious."

"Then why do you want to leave?"

"Can't you just have a dream of traveling around the world?"

"Wandering around the world to store ink in warehouses, right?"

"Can you not pick up whichever pot you want?"

"You can't even boil a pot."

"I'm not poor. To be honest, sometimes when you look at the barren and unchanging situation around you, the dark night sky with the Milky Way hanging outside the door becomes particularly attractive.

"Suddenly I wanted to leave all my troubles and worries, plunge into the night, and fly away. After half a life away, I came back covered with wind and snow. Xiaoxuan, who was already gray-haired, cried bitterly and regretted when I saw this fairy girl.

, with a face full of self-blame, thinking that he had said something wrong to offend me, and lived in regret for half of his life. However, this fairy has become calm. As a big spirit on Zongheng Mountain, he is too lazy to explain, and is just considerate.

It feels so good to comfort you...well, it feels so good."

"..."

"How about it? After listening to it, do you already feel distressed and blame yourself?"
To be continued...