Which "dream"? Su Zhi was stunned for a moment, and he felt that his question was subtle, so he couldn't tell him... it was "Ji Youmeng"?

Seeing that he looked confused, Li You thought that he was asking too mysteriously, he explained: "I mean, when I see you seeing this fan so trance, I guess it must have a connection with you?"

Su Zhi slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the fan, his eyes looked extremely gentle under the lights.

After these two days of getting along, he and Li You can be regarded as similar in nature and are already friends who can make friends with each other. Seeing his expression, Li You seemed to have stories in his eyes, and he was convinced that there was a lot of articles in the fan.

"You don't mind if I guess..." Li You narrowed his eyes slightly and tentatively said, "Maybe this fan was given to you by a special person? And this fan is even one, which is the reason why you want to avoid favor?"

Su Zhi's eyes drifted, showing a trace of confusion, and a faint smile on his lips. He finally avoided this question, closed the folding fan, placed it on the pillow, then leaned over and blew out the lamp at the head of the bed, and went to bed.

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The morning after the rain was comfortable. Youmeng and Lan Ying enjoyed the morning view on Qianfan Building on the banks of Qianbo Lake. Smelling the fresh air, watching the rays of light appear in the depths of the white fog, and being happy both body and mind.

Youmeng was walking, as if she had a sudden whim. She sat in front of the piano desk in the middle of the terrace, spread the silk squid made by Su Zhi on the palm of her left hand, and while watching, she tried to play it in comparison with the score.

Lan Ying walked to her not far away and stopped, looking at her with a long smile. She thought she was so excited today that she actually played the piano with her. She patiently listened to her stroking songs, and even saw a few strange things from her lowered eyebrows and smiling expression. It was an intoxicating girlish expression. Lan Ying vaguely remembered that the last time she saw her like this, the Grand Tutor lived in the mansion.

But suddenly, Youmeng couldn't play anymore, and looked at the silk pipa sadly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lan Ying walked forward and flirted with a few notes on the string: "Why don't you play it?"

"The song is a good song, but unfortunately I can't play it, and the more I listen to it, the more annoyed I feel." Youmeng sighed, "After all, he still needs to play it himself to enter the essence."

Lan Ying wondered who "he" was? She thought it wasn't that Madam Mei, right? Then she picked up the square silk handkerchief in her palm and looked at it for a moment: "This tune has a Jiangnan charm? But I see the composition in this song, the beginning, the beginning, the turn and the end, and it is a bit different from the song of the guqin?"

"It's Pipa Song." Youmeng admitted frankly, "I just play it with the piano."

"Youmeng, you've been quite in a mood recently." Lan Ying gently put the silk pal back and pointed it out out of concern, "Do you have a new person to love?"

Youmeng's lips froze. "No..." She lowered her head with a dry smile, "Don't think too much, how can I have anybody I like now?"

Lan Ying stopped talking, but her eyes looked deeper. It seemed that Sakiki had a very thorough understanding of her daughter.

Youmeng, she is really a passionate person.

At this time, Xiao Pengzi walked upstairs and bowed to ask for instructions: "Report to the princess, the princess Tannuyuan is about to get downstairs at this moment. They are here to pay tribute to the princess."

Youmeng nodded: "You go and take them outside the building to wait, I'll go down in a while."

"promise."

Xiao Benzi said in a humble voice. Lan Ying saw that the topic had been interrupted, so she was unwilling to continue and fell silent.
Chapter completed!