In the dim sky, the lights in Zhuxi Pavilion are brightly lit.
After visiting the study several times, this was Zhen Zhen's room for the first time. Su Rimu looked around and compared it with his own crumbling house filled with wine jars. The only feeling he felt was ------ This polite scumbag...
The style of the whole room is the same as the rest of the house, full of Jiangnan style, exquisite and elegant. Probably because of drinking tea all year round, the room is always filled with the faint fragrance of tea, which hits your nose when you open the door. , tea sets of different styles filled the shelves, the soft quilts and cotton pillows on the peach wood bed with hollow carved snowflakes were neatly folded, the green bamboo screen was painted with a picture of wind and snow in Baqiao, and the ink jade Buddha hand-shaped paperweight was pressed down. There is a piece of calligraphy that is half-written, and a round table of sandalwood lacquer carvings has cooled blue tea, giving it the elegance of a learned man.
Of course, Su Rimu didn't come here to hang out, but was brought to hold a criticism meeting.
Even if he is often angry at some fake book and wants to stab people with flying knives in various ways, his patience is absolutely first-class. He is not in a hurry even when this disaster comes, and slowly lets the whooping crane help him. Treat abdominal wounds.
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