When Xiaoxiao woke up in a daze, it was already dark outside the window, and the ice-cracked window grid looked a little unfamiliar.

"Miss is awake?" Xiao Dier hurriedly walked up and wiped the sweat beads between Xiaoxiao's forehead with a veil: "Miss sweats so much again, but is she dreaming?"

"I dreamed of falling from a very high place and falling into a large flower bush, and being buried by the flowers was so breathless." Xiaoxiao sat up and found himself in a strange place. If you guessed it well, this should be the guest room of the Wen family.

I vaguely heard that the outside was still bustling and noisy, "When is it? Why are these people still not sleeping?"

"The girl has only slept for more than an hour. Now it's just the hour of the year." Xiao Dier twisted a handkerchief from the copper basin next to her to wipe the girl's face.

It's only nine o'clock in the evening now? Midsummer nightlife has just begun. Now it's at the rose feast, and people are probably going to have a good time to drink.

"The house is really stuffy, go and get a bath water."

"I saw that the girl had drunk too much wine, so I really didn't dare to use ice at will, for fear that the girl's body would not be able to bear it." Xiao Dier brought the girl hot tea, and then opened the door to instruct the servants of the Wen family to prepare the things to take a shower.

Xiaoxiao got up and got out of bed, looking at the entire guest room. Although the room was not big, it was comfortable and pleasant.

Xiaoxiao's eyes gradually fell on a small bamboo flower basket on the flower basket in front of the window. It was filled with jasmine, tuberose jade, daylily, and another kind of flower that cannot be named, as if it was small and exquisite cups, and it looked very cute.

No wonder I dreamed that way. It must be because I smelled the fragrance of flowers in my sleep that I dreamed of falling into the flowers.

When Xiao Dier came back to the house, she asked with a smile: "Does every room have such a basket of flowers?"

Xiao Dier covered her mouth and smiled: "No, this is the flower basket that Mr. Jin deliberately sent someone to send to him after the girl went to bed."

Brother Zhonglun has a good memory. Today, he just brought up a jacquard basket and said that it would be tacky to send many roses. It would be better to send some jasmine and daylily. He actually sent someone to deliver them tonight.

"What are these small round flowers in the bell shape? I have never seen them before." Xiaoxiao leaned closer and smelled the small flowers, which had a faint fragrance.

Xiao Dier took a closer look: "This flower was common in Suzhou before, called evening primrose. It is said that this flower only blooms when the moon is seen in the evening and will wither when dawn, so it is called evening primrose, and there is also a name called Waixiaocao."

I have heard of the name evening primrose, but this is the first time I have seen it today. It is very suitable to use this flower to make a flower basket at night.

Xiaoxiao sat down in the flower basket, ate a few cups of hot tea, and felt a little ache in her head: "I only remember drinking with Xizi Ruicai by the lake, why did I get drunk? Who helped me back?"

For a moment, all the things to bathe were ready. Xiao Dier tried the water with her hands, and the temperature was just right: "Girl, let's take a shower first."

Xiaoxiao loosened her hair, Xiao Di'er loosened her clothes, so she soaked her whole body in the bathtub, feeling relieved and felt comfortable. He listened to Xiao Di'er asking, "What kind of soap beans do the girl use?"

"The garden is full of roses, so I'd better avoid the fragrance of flowers. It's better to use the mint smell to refresh yourself when it's so stuffy at this time." Xiaoxiao lifted the water towards his arm, feeling a familiar agarwood smell on his body.

But Xiao Dier hesitated and said, "In the garden? Isn't the girl going to the garden?"

"Nightlife has just begun, and I don't want to miss such a beautiful rose feast night." Xiaoxiao looked at the blooming flowers in the flower basket in front of the window, "Besides, I've been sleeping for a long time and I'm much more energetic."

Xiao Di'er bit her lip and stopped making a sound, and continued to wash the girl's hair.

"I'm drunk just now, have you made a fool of yourself?" Xiaoxiao guessed that there was a story in it, "No need to hide it, to be honest."

Xiao Di'er's movements stopped: "The girl was singing, calling, and writing strange poems just now. Even a few girls couldn't hold it. In the end, Young Master Wen helped the girl into the guest room." Xiao Di'er cleared her throat, "Fortunately, they were all her own people at that time, and they were not seen by outsiders."

It’s singing, calling, and strange verses? No, the most important thing is: “Young Master Wen? Which Young Master Wen?!”

"Sister Wen Si."

No wonder the agarwood smell on his body is so familiar, it is clearly the smell of the Canaan bead on his body.

While drinking, I just heard Shu Yan's evaluation of Wen Xixiu, saying that he was like a bamboo, a moon, a blue shirt and a cold hat. How did he sing, calling, and writing strange poems in front of such a character?!

This was simply the biggest nightmare after Tang Xiaoxiao came to the Yuanlong Dynasty.

"What strange verses did I write? Do you remember?" Xiaoxiao wished she could hide in the bathtub and not come out.

"Anyway, it's not five words, nor seven words, but very long sentences, which seem to be flat and flat. "Xiao Di'er washed Xiaoxiao's hair, then used a comb dipped in mint dew to comb the wet hair. "Most of the servants couldn't hear it clearly, only remembering the girl saying that the sun was dead and the moon was in the white lotus-like clouds... She was still thinking about a lady named Dong. The lady seemed to have many wild horses at home... There was also a girl named Hui. Anyway, she was so oh she kept sighing..."

Is this what I read out? It has been like this since I was a child. I often can't remember the tunes of the songs, but I can remember the lyrics very firmly.

"What did the Wen brothers and sisters say?" Xiaoxiao asked for a long time.

"They just coaxed the girl into the house to rest, so there were naturally questions and answers," Xiao Dier wiped the girl's hair with a dry towel. "The girl has not become more generous. Don't worry. Anyone who gets drunk will inevitably talk too much."

Xiaoxiao didn't ask any more questions. At most, he had just read some modern literary works. If he really made an ugly appearance, Xiao Di'er would definitely not hide it from him.

After healing himself for a while, he calmed down.

After taking a shower, I seemed to feel even more frustrated: "Change clothes and let's go for a walk in the garden."

...

grapefruit.

Wen Xixiu first learned that he actually had a nickname.

After getting drunk, Tang Yingyuan called out this name when she saw herself.

He no longer called Wen Gongzi Wen's Fourth Brother, but he was just grapefruit. Wen Xixiu heard it very carefully, not Xixiu, but grapefruit.

Anyway, she was drunk, so she asked directly: What is grapefruit?

She took a serious statement: it was a kind of grapefruit found on the Caribbean islands of the Barbados Islands in Latin America.

...What is that.

Continue to ask: Why give me such a name?

She blinked her naive big eyes: They all called you like that.

Q: They?

Answer: The little people in my head.

Q: Can you put your head in your head?

Answer: They usually fall asleep, but when they need it, they all stand up.

No wonder she is so smart, it turns out that there are many little people living in her head.

He asked again: What do the little ones do when they stand up?

After careful consideration, he replied: Some people study, some do business, some deal with housework, and some give people nicknames.

...

Wen Xixiu sat at his desk, put down his pen, and looked at the motionless bamboo leaves outside the window: "It's better to take a walk in the garden."

Yu Jin smiled and fanned the master. The little girl lifted up the bamboo curtains, and the master and servant walked out of the house.

There was only a book boy who had cleaned his desk in the study. At this moment, he was stunned and stared at the poems of different lengths written by his master on the bamboo paper:

I have traveled to bridges in many places, seen clouds many times, and drank many kinds of wine, but I have only loved ones of the best age.

Shutong had never seen such a poem before. If this could be called a poem, the Shutong's lips were stuttering and her face was flushed. Suddenly, she felt that she should have asked Su He, the girl in the backyard, to say something. If she didn't say anything, she would miss this right-looking age.
Chapter completed!