Chapter 261: Spring Palace (3)

After begging to Su's family, they returned to their room for dinner, and Nangong Yu asked Yimei to get her own harp, and went to the garden with Nangong Mu. Nangong Xin also wanted to go, and was coaxed by Lin's new dim sum.
The moonlight was shining in the night sky. As soon as the father and daughter entered the garden, they heard a faint chanting sound in the direction of the small bamboo forest: "... the river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight and the flower forest are all dim. Frost didn't feel it, Tingshang Baisha couldn't see it. Jiang Tian was completely dust-free, and the moon was alone in the sky. Who on the river first saw the moon? ... "
Looking through the sound, I saw a slender woman wearing a crescent-colored embroidered pink plum sweater standing with her back to the edge of a small bamboo forest, slowly chanting poetry. Her figure was like a charming spring flower, swaying in the wind, confusing human eyes.
Nangong looked at it at a glance. Su Qingping, who pretended to be an elegant poem there, instantly disappeared, and her drooping eyelashes covered the hatred in her eyes.
Su Qingping, who turned away from them, suddenly made a snoring noise, turned back in "surprising", covered with a layer of rosy red, and looked at Nangong Mu cowardly. of?"
"Just arrived." Nangong Muwei frowned invisibly and said distantly, "It's our father and daughter who disturbed the cousin's interest."
"Cousin, how do you make Pinger feel like this?" Su Qingping didn't seem to see Nangong Yan. She closed her mouth a few times and asked pretendingly. "Second cousin, Pinger recently thought Learning to write poems is clueless, so I thought that being there might be some inspiration. Can my second cousin give me some pointers? "
Nangong Mu was a little impatient, but he was still a gentleman in a family of words and deeds, saying: "This is poetry ... once of inspiration, secondly, you need to read more poems, and understand the philosophies and moods of those famous artists."
"Thank you for the advice from your second cousin." Su Qingping only felt that Nangong Mu was so patient with herself, and she must have felt that she was teachable. Maybe she also had a good impression on her heart because of her good learning. So she became more and more shy, "Pinger must live up to the second cousin's mind, and I will read more poems when I go back!"
Nangong Mu only felt that his cousin Ping had not only acted inappropriately, he could not even observe and perceive, and how the Su family had been raised.
Nangong Yan did not conceal the discomfort on his face, and said indulgently, "Daddy, aren't you here to teach me to play the piano?"
"It's Dad's fault, Dad doesn't pay you for it." Nangong Mu patiently coaxed her daughter and arched Su Qingping again, saying, "There is a difference between men and women. Since my cousin is singing poetry here, then I will bring my sister-in-law The child went to practice piano elsewhere. "He beckoned to Nangong Yu, and the two turned away without turning back.
Su Qingping was very annoyed. In the evening, in order to look fragile and delicate, she deliberately wore such thin clothes and froze in the garden and waited for a long time, but she didn't say anything to Nangong Mu. , Was actually called away by Nangong Yi. Su Qingping became more and more reluctant, snorted coldly, bite her teeth resentfully, "wait for me to enter the door and see how I can pack you!"
Nangong Mu's interest was not disturbed by this inexplicable Su Qingping, who took Nangong to the courtyard of Jing Juju. One patiently taught, one patiently learned, and practiced for nearly an hour, before returning to the shallow cloud courtyard. The family had eaten Chunchun cakes made by Lin's own, and then returned to their rooms to rest.
After washing, Nangong Yan sat by the bed and asked Yimei to dry her hair.
Su Qingping will appear in the garden. It is definitely not just a chance encounter, but a deliberate attempt to create a "meeting under the moon." Maybe ... through whom did she probe her father's daily whereabouts?