Chapter 201

On the same attic with ran Yan and them, there are ten women. Each of them is arranged in the position near the window. However, the attic is octagonal, and there are many servants and maids in the room. It is not easy to get up and go to other places to have fun. This means that these women can only be in different faces, so the people or things they see may be different.

The chatter in the attic next door died down.

Ran Yan looked downstairs from the bamboo curtain gap of the window, and saw three well-dressed gentlemen walking slowly in the snow. The snow was not big, and they had never held an umbrella. They stood under the attic while chatting and laughing. They looked up at the three attics. They seemed to be hesitant about where to stand.

Although no one has explained the secret of the party, these gentlemen are also vaguely aware of it. Moreover, it is said that there are many women who are not of high status today For them, in addition to the position of wife, they can also marry two side wives, another is concubine, and there are concubines below. Some husbands who do not want to marry their wives naturally pay attention to the attic where ran Yan and her wife are.

Ran Yan glanced a little. More than ten people in the room were young girls. It was the first time for him to take part in such an activity. Many people were looking down secretly with red faces.

"The lady upstairs."

Suddenly there was a loud voice below.

Ran Yan heard the voice coming from under her own window, but she didn't want to get involved in it, so she pretended not to hear it.

"Green reeds, White Dew for frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. It is a long way to go back. From it, it's like in the middle of the water. " Langjun downstairs slowly recited the book of songs "Jianjia".

Reeds along the Jianjia River are green and green, and the White Dew condenses into frost in late autumn. The person I think about day and night is on the other side of the river. It is a long and dangerous road to pursue her against the current. Looking down the river, as if in the middle of the water.

Ran Yan felt that this sentence was used in the current situation, which was clearly a molestation. I haven't even met you, so I think about it day and night?

The maid of Cheng's house, standing on his side, slightly bowed over and said, "this lady, there are some pens, inkstones and paper on them. If you have anything you want to say, you may as well write it down and throw it to the husband."

All eyes Shua Shua focus on ran Yan, they also saw a husband or two, but none of those people so Meng Lang.

"No Ran Yan slowly picked up the tea cup and took a sip, but he didn't hear the sound.

After half a moment, the man seemed to feel bored and stopped talking.

At this time, the maid standing beside ran Yan turned and went downstairs.

Outside the snow gradually heavy, stand in each pavilion outside the Lang Jun, were invited to the first floor of the attic.

Ran Yan wanted to attend this kind of party, and at least he could get to know one or two more people. However, judging from the current situation, he was in a rather passive position, not to mention the aristocratic family's noble daughter. The lady in the same attic did not have much chance to speak. It was obviously impossible to leave in advance at this time.

There was a trampling footstep on the stairs. Everyone looked at it one after another. A maid came up with several pieces of paper and handed them to the ladies sitting in different positions. Ran Yan was one of them!

Ran Yan didn't take a look, but turned to look at the snow outside. Ran Yun urged her to say, "Seventeen elder sister, have a look at what has been written?"

"You can see it if you want." Ran Yan said.

Her voice has not finished, suddenly, your girls there suddenly riots, which mixed with a clear voice, "Lang Jun! Wait! The gentleman

"What happened?" Ran Yun pokes her head out of the window curiously, but she only sees a white umbrella top and a black round collar robe. A maid in apricot yellow dress shouts after her.

In the heavy snow, the man's pace seems very slow, but it is easy to leave the maid far behind, there is no meaning of staying at all.

This plum garden is semi open. It is easy for people who are not familiar with this place to enter by mistake. Ran Yun's cunning and ambiguous way said, "it's probably the wrong way."

The person who goes wrong is called to stay by your maid, which is bound to be outstanding.

Ran Yun's voice fell, and then he heard the voice of a woman commanding the guard in the attic next door, "take him down!"

Many guards came out of nowhere around Merlin. They rushed up to catch the man who had broken into Merlin by mistake.

There was no movement for a long time. Soon, the noble girl next door seemed unable to restrain herself and ran down the stairs one after another. For a moment, there was a lot of noise.

Originally, Chang'an's wife was not raised in boudoir, but ran Yan was very strange. What made them even ignore their expensive?

"I'll go out and have a look!" Ran Yun is anxious to scratch her ears and cheek. She is not interested in what kind of husband she is. There are some interesting things that can't be missed.

Now, regardless of other people's eyes, they grabbed ran Yan and Han Xun and ran downstairs, while the first floor's husbands had already gone out to watch.

Many people have been surrounded in the distance. When ran Yan and them arrive, they can only see the guard who has fallen to the ground. There is a lady in apricot red dress holding a whip. She is about to face off with a man in Xuan robe.

Ran Yan hesitated for a moment and looked at the man who held the black round collar robe with plain white oil paper umbrella. He could not help but wonder -- Sufu?"We are just leaving you to say a few words. How can you hurt others, you husband?" In the crowd of onlookers, a woman with a water-green half arm Ru skirt snapped at her.

Sufu did not move, but the murderous spirit spread rapidly in the snow like a circle of ripples, but only for a moment, and disappeared. Su Fu took out a light blue porcelain vase from his sleeve and threw it to the lady who held the whip. "This is the antidote. If you want to stay here, I don't mind hurting a few more."

He turned and nodded slightly, "Xiao Shilang."

The crowd was slightly surprised and looked in the direction he was looking at. At some time, a group of people stood at the entrance of Meilin. The leader was tall and strong, with a round collar, scarlet official uniform, black hair, and a black raccoon fur cloak. From a distance, he had an extraordinary bearing.

"What a book! Xiao is here to handle a case, but he meets Su pharmacist... " Xiao Song smile, as if only a greeting.

However, ran Yan knew that he was doubting Su Fu.

Su Fu's hand holding the umbrella handle was slightly tightened, and his slender white and bony hand sank on the dark handle, which was particularly good-looking, "goodbye."

After a long time, Sufu's indifferent voice came out from under the umbrella, and immediately turned to leave.

Xiao Song was not too embarrassed, his eyes were shallow from the crowd, did not stop to fall on the whip of the lady, slightly nodded to salute, but also led people away.

"Who is the husband in Fei's official clothes?" Someone asked in a whisper.

Han Xun glanced at the lady. Seeing that she was dressed in general and could not judge her status very high, Han Xun said with disdain, "I don't even know Chang'an ghost sees sorrow?"

The woman blushed and glared at Han Xun with hatred. She turned her head and ignored her.

"Is that lady Cheng?" Ran Yan asked ran Yun in a low voice.

Ran Yun nodded, thinking that Mrs. Cheng might have taken a fancy to that Xuan Yi Lang Jun.

Although there were also some outstanding young people present, they were a little thinner than those of Su Fu and Xiao Song.

Most women are easy to be attracted by men with stories, which is a rule applicable to all ages.

Xu is those noble women who have seen more excellent husband, and then look at these people will be lack of interest, so they left early.

On the attic, Cheng Qing'er looks at the sea of snow through the lattice window. He hears the footsteps coming from behind, and says in a bad tone, "don't bother me!"

"That cold faced gentleman broke your heart, can't sprinkle on me!" A voice of cynicism came.

"Cousin?" Cheng qinger turned around, slightly heroic eyebrows, raised eyes, nose straight, two thin red lips, black hair cicada temples.

The man who came upstairs leaned against the railings. His robe was beautiful. The folding fan in his hand opened and closed. His slender fingers were fiddling with the white jade fan pendant under the fan. "That man is a new Taiyi from the Taiyi department, Su Fu, Ziqi."

He put the handle of the fan against his jaw and sighed, "it's a pity that he was born stronger than me, otherwise It's not up to you. "

The man's frivolous smile, his eyebrows and eyes are long and thin, and the end is like Cheng qinger's eyes, picking up slightly, frowning and smiling, raising hands and throwing feet with indescribable romantic manner.

Cheng qinger was obviously not happy with his gesture. He looked at him contemptuously and hummed, "by you? You have just seen his skills. Although he only used overpowering drugs, no one has seen his movements. I'm sure even my brother may not be his opponent. "

The man is not angry, light ran a smile way, "when did I Pei Jing move rough with people?"

Cheng Qing'er curls her lips, she likes to be rough with people, what's wrong?

Outside the snow is still falling, ran Fu's carriage and Han Xun's carriage return to the city together. In the carriage, ran Yun Du mouth, a face of displeasure, "it's really a pleasure to come and a failure to return!"

The lantern was lit in the car. Ran Yan found several poetry anthologies from several books and looked at them by the light.

"Ah Yun, seventeen Niang!" Next door, Han Xun's voice penetrated into the car.

Ran Yun lifted the curtain and asked, "what's the matter?"

"I met some ladies and discussed with them to have a snowball fight over there. Would you like to join us?" Han Xun's road of exuberance.

Ran Yun said happily, "OK! How many people are there? "

"Twelve, plus you and seventeen niangs, there are fourteen in total, and they have at least one maid. There are quite a number of them! It's close to the roadside, and there are many women in the back. Maybe you'd like to join us later? " Han Xun road.

Ran Yun simply should come down, put down the curtain, pull ran Yan way, "go, seventeen elder sister, we can't come out in vain! I always wear simple clothes for this snowball fight. If I don't have a good time, I can't feel comfortable! "

Ran Yan put down the poetry anthology, rubbed the temple, nodded, "good."

For her, reading poetry collection is better than snowball fights. What she can read and understand is one thing, but most of them can't understand the artistic conception, only feel dull.

Ran Yun ordered the coachman to stop by the road with the women's carriages and scurry off the carriage. Sanbao quickly followed him with his cloak. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!