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Chapter 35 Young Master¡¯s Good Poems¡­

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    "Maomao, who is he?"

    The woman in white asked.

    "Well, he is a young man, or a mortal." Maomao opened the door a crack, looked outside the door, and then turned around and responded.

    "Mortal?"

    The woman in white frowned, and then she spoke again: "What do you want to ask him about?"

    "It's said that I'm staying overnight, do you think it's okay, Miss?"

    Maomao looked at the woman in white with questioning eyes.

    "Let him come in, arrange a courtyard for him, and warn him that he is not allowed to run around at night." The woman in white ordered, and then paid no attention to it again, and then turned her attention to the book.

    "Here you come in!"

    Maomao opened the door, and a young man carrying a bamboo basket and looking slightly tired walked in.

    It was Yi Feng who went into the mountains to collect herbs.

    He originally had his own tent, but due to bad luck, it started to rain lightly. Coupled with the cold weather in the mountains, Yi Feng really couldn't stay any longer.

    Fortunately, there is actually a family deep in this mountain.

    "Thank you."

    Yi Feng quickly thanked him and walked through the door.

    As soon as he stepped into the door, Yi Feng was attracted by the scene in front of him, especially under the waterfall, there was such an mundane and refined woman sitting.

    After the new rain falls on the empty mountain.

    Returning home at dusk, autumn comes late.

    The Jingyuan screen is 3,000 feet tall.

    The beautiful lady is leaning against the stone and playing the harp.

    This situation made Yi Feng unable to help but praise it by borrowing an ancient poem from his previous life.

    Of course, to suit the occasion, he also made a little bit of a patchwork and adaptation.

    ¡°Otherwise, it would be against the law.

    However, just as the verses Yi Feng was reciting had just finished, the woman playing the piano, who had never raised her head, suddenly looked over in surprise. She did not expect that an ordinary person in the mountains could actually compose such verses.

    "After the new rain falls on the empty mountain, I return to my nest at dusk and fall comes late. The screen in the quiet courtyard is three thousand feet, and the beauty is leaning against the stone and playing the piano"

    She couldn't help but moan softly.

    After reading, he couldn't help but nod his head, and looked at Yi Feng seriously for the first time.

    On the body.

    There is really no cultivation at all.

    ? Mortals no doubt.

    Under the drizzle, the blue shirt was slightly moist, but it did not look embarrassed. On the contrary, it gave people a very clean feeling. I have to say that this mortal made her feel very comfortable.

    It was also the first time that her traditional concept of mortals changed slightly.

    "Ordinary people are not always like this" She thought this way, and at the same time, she put away the book with her beautiful hands, and said with her red lips: "Young Master is a good poet, I thank you, little lady."

    "You're welcome, girl."

    Yi Feng bowed his hand towards her and followed Maomao to his residence before finally taking a rest.

    "Have you settled in yet?"

    The woman in white asked softly.

    "It's settled, Miss." Maomao walked back, then opened his mouth in surprise, and exclaimed: "Hey, Miss, isn't what you wrote the same poem he wrote just now?"

    "Um."

    The woman in white nodded lightly, and wrote down the poem Yi Feng had just written in her jade hand.

    "Hey, Miss, you have fallen in love with this mortal, and you actually wrote down his poems." Maomao said in shock, covering his mouth.

    "What are you talking about?"

    The woman rolled her eyes at Maomao and put down the pen with her delicate hand.

    "I just think that his poem is really suitable for our place. I always felt that there was something missing here, but with this poem, it is perfect."

    "So after the ink dries, you decorate it and hang it up."

    "Hehe, the young lady said that she didn't like that mortal, so she wanted to hang up his poems." Maomao covered his mouth and laughed mischievously.

    "You girl, if you talk nonsense again, be careful I'll hit you!" The woman in white pretended to knock Maomao, and at the same time said: "No matter how good a mortal is, he is just a mortal, and he is totally different from me.  Besides, how can I fall in love with someone based on a poem alone?"

    "Moreover"

    Qianyin was about to speak but stopped, she did not say any more, she just tightened the Dream of Red Mansions and the Supreme Treasure in her hands.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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