It started to rain at night.

Gu Xiang got up and looked out, and saw Zhao Susu and Xiao Lingyun, and he was struggling in the study opposite with a few girls.

Books are afraid of getting damp. Although Xueying focused on the study when she was repairing the house, the moisture-proof and fire-proof measures are definitely the best in the capital. Even the palace may not be compared with it, but it still cannot completely eliminate the major problem of books being damp.

Every rainy day, Zhao Susu will be particularly nervous. Obviously, in this person's eyes, no one's status is as important as her books.

"Why!"

Gu Xiang sighed, and stood up and put on his clothes with his fate. Sure enough, after a while, Zhao Susu ran to the window and knocked on her window gently.

Mrs. Zhao's voice was also very gentle.

"My little lady, we need to use the keys of the warehouse and pick a few boxes of incense to use."

Gu Xiang took out the key and handed it out of the window. He got up and washed his face and woke up. Then he leaned on the beauty couch and closed his eyes to rest. Soon, the window was knocked a few times.

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "Miss. I'll ask you to open the study. I want to read the bibliography."

Gu Xiang smiled: "Okay."

She pulled out the hairpin from her head, opened the dark pavilion on the head of the bed, inserted the hairpin into it and turned clockwise eleven times, and nine times counterclockwise. With a click, a series of mechanical linkage sounds appeared in the wall.

Gu Xiang: "Oh!"

She likes to hear this sound very much.

However, every time I do such a job, I can't help but look around secretly, for fear that others will see it. I feel a little embarrassed. It makes me feel like she is a big shot, and I'm afraid there are not so many strange things in His Majesty's bedroom today.

Gu Xiang stretched out and stopped sleeping. He got up and poured himself a cup of black tea. He slowly counted the time to finish drinking. As soon as he put down the cup, Zhao Susu's voice outside sounded gentle and soft: "Little lady..."

"Wait a minute, go out immediately."

Gu Xiang smiled, put on his cloak and put on an oil paper umbrella, and met with Miss Zhao when he went out.

Zhao Susu's eyes were shining, even on such a rainy night, it was amazingly bright: "I read that book "The Essence of Poetry" and I really like it. Why would I like it so hard to make annotations for it? And that book "Food and Poetry" is also excellent. Why is it a scattered chapter? Some poems are all broken sentences, which is a pity."

Gu Xiang listened with a smile, nodded and responded, but did not answer. Anyway, Zhao Susu just needed her to respond.

After entering the study, the room was in a mess with large bookshelf against the wall, and several rows were empty.

Xiao Lingyun stood in the book stacked in mountains with her forehead covered.

Qiuli and Cherry were confused.

Gu Xiang: "Puff!"

Qiu Li was almost crying: "Young lady, you are all for giving it to you. Mrs. Zhao used to be a very good person? Every time she sorted out books, she was an important laborer. Now she is just a mess and can't walk when she sees books."

Cherry rolled his eyes a few times: "There are also Madam Xiao, who used to be very well organized, but now they are all learning bad things."

Gu Xiang smiled so hard: "Don't be anxious. The long night is long and there is no intention to sleep. Let's read books together and bathe in the fragrance of books. What's wrong with it? There are many new books recently. On weekdays, you can't help but lazy. Once you throw them away, the bookshelves are messed up. I'll take advantage of the night to clean up, and it's okay."

The study room was brightly lit.

Mrs. Zhao didn't hear the comments around her at all, and she was already fascinated by reading.

Gu Xiang first took out the booklet in the catalog, checked all kinds of books registered in the catalog, cleaned up the stains, put the damp ones aside and dried them slowly, repaired those that should be repaired, cleaned up and returned to their original position.

She brought not many books in the capital. She was busy these days and had limited supplements. Perhaps in the eyes of Qiuli, Cherry, and even Zhao Niangzi, it was quite amazing that this book could be placed in four rows of bookshelf.

In this world, families with books are all decent families, ordinary people, and they never have a collection of books in their entire lives.

But Gu Xiang didn't think it was difficult to organize these books, but she brought hundreds of books. Not to mention the library in the same school, even Gu Xiang's collection of books at the beginning, even the textbooks and extracurricular books added up to more than a few hundred books? Her books were filled with large bookcases with six doors.

At this time, Gu Xiang was familiar with these books and quickly packed them up quickly without any effort.

"Well, have some midnight snack?"

Gu Xiang blinked and reached out to pinch his waist.

By this pinch, I pinched a little bit of meat on my waist.

She has a very good figure. She should be rich in a place where she should be rich, and she should be slender in a place where she should be slender, but she is not without meat.

The white wrists are as snow, and the shoulders are slightly round. Although the waist is thin and soft, it feels like boneless, but it feels quite good to touch.

There were a few nights when Gu Xiang was soaking in the hot spring water. Qiu Li and the others couldn't help but look stunned, and they felt that their little wife was shining.

Qiu Li was almost unable to remember what the little lady looked like when she first met her.

It was naturally beautiful at that time, but that beauty seemed to be so beautiful that it was hard to find in the world today.

Qiu Li was a little worried in private that her excessive beauty might even bring disaster.

Gu Xiang touched the meat on his waist, was silent for a while, and gritted his teeth. He still couldn't help but get up and go to the kitchen to catch a basket of live shrimps, chop off the shrimp heads, remove the shrimp shells and shrimp threads, chop them into paste, mix them with black fungus, and cut a piece of pork with three fat and seven thin skinny. Scoop a spoonful of seafood sauce.

The thin, transparent dough is filled with chopsticks and a roll of filling, and it is a small wonton with crystal clear petals.

Gu Xiang was skillfully tampered with his hands and feet. He wrapped dozens of them in one breath, threw them into the pot and cooked them, and then scratched a handful of chopped green onions.

The aroma of wontons is very light and drifts away quietly along the rolling white mist.

Even Mrs. Zhao, who was immersed in the sea of ​​books, couldn't help but raise her head and squirted: "Qiuli, bring me a bowl of wontons."

Qiu Li was carrying the diners to the kitchen when she saw Ermu, who was guarding the door outside, walking over with rhythmic steps. She couldn't help but feel a little funny: "You guy can smell it too? Isn't your late-night snack always in the kitchen outside? You are old, so you can't always run to the inner house at will, it's not good-looking."

Wang Ermu: "There is a man looking for a young lady outside."

Qiu Li: "?"

She looked up and saw that the sky was dark and cloudy, no moonlight, and no stars.

"It's not dawn, Ermu, are you dreaming?"

Wang Ermu didn't say anything.

"This night is a strange night. You are either a monster or a gangster. You don't have to go back to your wife, just drive it away."

Wang Ermu was silent for a moment and said softly: "The little lady said that if the diners enter the main gate with great vigor, they will be welcomed no matter the time."
Chapter completed!