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"Plant the paintings first, then hang them in my room. Be careful not to break them, do you know?"

When night fell, Youmeng's voice came into the yard of Fenghua Tower. Lan Ying smiled and went up to greet her: "Oh, are you back?"

"Lan Ying, I told you that I have gained a lot from outside today!" Youmeng couldn't wait to hold her back and laugh, "I met a few interesting people, one of whom gave me a painting. I like it like something. It's like a god. Let's take a look together later!"

Lan Ying smiled reservedly: "Okay."

"There is another person, both strange and fun. He is actually selling a genuine original book that claims to be the "Book of Two Capitals". He also said that his ancestors' great-grandfather dug out the ancestral grave for someone to dig it out. "As he said that, Youmeng laughed and calmed down a little, "I asked him to send the book to the mansion in a while. Your family also has books in stock. You must have read a lot of ancient books, so you can help me identify them at that time?"

Lan Ying nodded slightly dullly, and Youmeng suddenly remembered something again: "By the way, I can ask Master Mei first. He has read a lot of books and must have studied "The Fu of Two Capitals"!"

As soon as she turned around, she was grabbed by Lan Ying: "But Youmeng, the Grand Tutor is not in the mansion."

"He's not here?" Youmeng was shocked and frowned, "Where has he been?"

Lan Ying's expression darkened: "I went out at noon, and I don't know where he went."

Youmeng suddenly felt a hint of anger, and her good mood for the whole day was wiped out: "Did he not even leave a message?"

Lan Ying lowered her eyes and shook her head: "I think, maybe there is something urgent? Or maybe he will be able to come back soon?"

"Then I'll go to his room and wait for him!"

Youmeng decided to turn her head and run towards his residence. Lan Ying couldn't keep her: "Hey? Youmeng..."

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After climbing to Suihan Pavilion and opening the door, the light in the bedroom was dark. When Han Dew lighted the lamp for her, she could see the scene in the room clearly. The beds were neatly laid and the books, brushes and ink on the table were placed in an orderly manner, which was indeed in line with the life qualities of an elegant man.

But the man was not here, and still life around him seemed to be frozen in the air fell into his eyes. The building was empty, and his heart was even more empty.

It seems that there is always a feeling of loss that will never return.

She told Han Lu to retreat, staying alone in his bedroom, wandering around, looking at something casually and thinking about something, a ray of sorrow that could not be relieved.

Although she knew that it was rude to trespass on the man's room, she didn't care about this at this moment. She missed him but couldn't see him, so she could only go to the place where he had been to touch the scene.

She stopped in front of the desk and stroked the inkstones, papers, pens, and books he used, but those were cold and he could not feel the warmth of him at all. She picked up the book "Shangshu" at the top and flipped it boredly. There seemed to be a bookmark stuck in a page. She was curious to open it and took it out-

"Where is the Qiongying early in the spring work? When you cut the Milky Way in the middle of the night, you will reach the earth. The towers are at dawn. It is not that you are not passionate, the golden tent is warm, the jade hall is deep, but the sound is gone.

God is exiled to the world and temporarily falls into the world. The color is still pity, fearing frivolity, and being distorted by the wind. Who can tell the ice heart? But the plum blossoms, the bright moon, the white cloud steps, the cold sky is shining together."

It was the first flower note she wrote it secretly and put it in her course!
Chapter completed!