Ye Youlan was confused for a moment and turned to look at Yanyu Pavilion. The windows were open. Why was it so hot?
When she turned around, she saw a painting hanging on the wall of the attic, which was a beautiful dancing woman.
Ye Youlan stood on tiptoes, flew up, and landed lightly.
She looked up and saw to her surprise that the extremely beautiful woman was... her mother!
"Ah? Mother? Why are you here?"
Ye Youlan murmured to herself in front of the painting, her eyes hazy and blurred.
The mother in the painting is so young and beautiful!
She walked in slowly and saw three words at the bottom of the painting: Qing Hongyan.
"Oh, mother is what they call a beauty, the most beautiful person in the world."
Ye Youlan thought vaguely: So this Lifang Pavilion was founded by her mother?
Undoubtedly, definitely.
She pressed her face against the person in the painting and smiled softly, with a hint of coquettishness: "Mother, Lan'er misses you..."
If the mother were here, she would touch her head gently and laugh at her with a smile: She is so old and she still loves to act coquettishly.
Suddenly, she sneered and shuddered, then remembered that her dress was still wet.
So she walked around Yanyu Pavilion and finally saw a cabinet for clothes.
When I opened it, I saw many beautiful fairy skirts in various colors.
Upon touching it, one can almost tell that these are brocade silk skirts.
She was dazzled by the sight, and finally chose a white jade silk skirt to change into.
The beautiful figure was delicate and beautiful, and the hem of the white jade silk skirt reached to the ground, describing the exquisite figure vaguely.
Her black hair is disheveled, and she has no hairpins. The shoulder sleeves reveal her slender jade neck, and underneath is her beautiful and alluring collarbone, which is barely covered by the jade.
If you ignore the disguised face, her whole person has a fresh and elegant temperament that looks spiritual and fairy.
Ye Youlan's eyes were dim at this moment, and she didn't pay attention to how she was dressed. She only thought about the wine just now. She hadn't figured out all the medicinal ingredients yet.
So she picked up the wine bottle again and poured another sip into her mouth.
There was a burning sensation in my body again.
She was puzzled and looked at the wine bottle, shaking her eyes.
Why does the hip flask have two shadows?
Ye Youlan, who had never been drunk before, had no idea what it was like to be drunk and had never experienced it.
She always thought that she had a good capacity for drinking, but she didn't expect to get drunk after just a few sips of Zui Yan.
I wandered around Yanyu Pavilion and saw the guqin placed in the room.
The guqin is extraordinary at first glance.
It was placed on a shelf, and the whole room was kept just for it, neat and tidy and meticulous.
Ye Youlan held the wine bottle in her hand, walked towards the guqin with slightly unsteady steps, sat down and touched it.
Putting the jug aside, she raised her hand and gently plucked the strings, listening to the sweet sound it made.
What a piano!
She lowered her head and saw two characters engraved on the guqin: Guihuang.
"Guihuang?" She murmured softly, and then started to play it gently with her jade-like fingers.
But she didn't know that there was also a beautiful piano sound outside.
It was Chu Yu who played his favorite musical instrument in front of everyone.
Everyone was immersed in her wonderful music, and they were deeply fascinated by her elegance and elegance.
Murong Yue in the back was disdainful and curled her lips: "She is really a weak and delicate flower!"
There was obvious sarcasm in her words. She disliked such weak women the most. They were like boneless women who pretended to be white lotus when they saw men.
Look, Chu Yu's eyes are always looking in the direction of King Qin from time to time, and they are full of affection.