"Did you find out who the new neighbor next door is?"
Xiangling shook her head. "Those people next door are very talkative. I didn't find out anything. It's strange to say that there is not a single maid or old woman next door. There are only young men."
Hearing this, Jiang Yueyang frowned slightly. They were all men, so there might be something strange.
"Qingming, Guyu, please pay attention to the neighbors."
"promise."
Jiang Yueyang said nothing more and closed his eyes to rest.
At this time, Ling Feng, who was keeping the peonies warm in the flower garden, glanced at Jiang Yueyang inconspicuously, and then looked next door.
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After leaving Zuixianju, Wen Shuyan did not go home, but took Fuqiu to Banyue Mountain.
Whenever she is in a bad mood or wants to be alone, she comes here to write and draw.
At this moment, she was sitting in the pavilion, carefully writing the three big characters "Zuixianju".
Judging from the handwriting, she was imitating Li Yan's original creation "Xingluo", but it seemed that she couldn't write it well.
Fuqiu was grinding ink for her, her eyes full of pity.
I don’t know how long it took, the sun set and the afterglow dyed the sky.
Fuqiu reminded softly: "Girl, we should go back."
Wen Shuyan responded, moved the paper in front of her, and slowly wrote down a poem.
Then, after picking up the crumpled pieces of waste paper on the ground, they got up and left.
Not long after, Li Yan arrived at the pavilion.
Seeing a poem spread out on the table, he subconsciously looked around but didn't see anyone.
At this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed that he missed it again.
After feeling annoyed, he reached out and picked up the paper on the table, and suddenly found that the words on it... the ink was not dry yet.
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