In the years of ancient traders

The garden was in the northern suburb of Hengzhou, and it took a while to walk from Song's house. After lunch, Song Shu called the two of them into the carriage.

The beer had already been delivered early in the morning, and it was too hot to taste if it hadn't been dried. Every time they met a customer who wanted to deliver, they would pick it up early in the morning.

When Song Shu and the others arrived, some people had already arrived in the garden, and in the carriage house not far from the door, many coachmen were resting.

"Are you Song Shu Song Silang?" A servant came up to meet him and asked, "My young master asked me to wait here. The guests are all by the lake. Let me take you there."

Song Shu nodded, and followed the boy inside.

The garden is really beautiful, and even the paintings on the corners of the veranda are more exquisite than other places.

Probably because of the lake, it is still cool inside.Song Shu and the others followed the young man along the veranda, Yan Zhuo suddenly pointed to the lake in the distance with some excitement: "Look, Song Silang, the flowers that form a row by the lake, don't they look like the white flowers that spread over the fields in the morning?" fog?"

Song Shu and Liu Niang looked in the direction he pointed.

Liu Niang: "Really, brother. That flower is so beautiful!"

Song Shu: "..."

What white mist, isn't that cotton?

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