Chapter 35

"Mao Mao, who is it?"

Asked the woman in white.

"Well, is it a youth or a mortal?" Mao Mao opened the gate a crack, looked at the door and turned back.

"Mortal?"

The woman in white frowned and jade lips said, "what's the matter with him?"

"Said it was for the night, miss. Look?"

Mao Mao inquired and looked at the woman in white.

"Let him in, arrange a courtyard for him, and warn him not to run around at night." The woman in white gave an order, then she didn't pay another attention, and then she paid attention to the book.

"Hey, come in!"

Maomao opened the door and a young man with a bamboo basket on his back and a slightly tired face came in.

It was Yi Feng who went into the mountain to collect medicine.

He had his own tent, but he was unlucky. There was a light rain in the sky and the cold in the mountains. Yi Feng really couldn't stay.

Fortunately, there is still a family in the depths of the mountain.

"Thank you."

Yi Feng quickly thanked him and then walked into the gate.

Just entering the gate, Yi Feng was attracted by the scene in front of him, especially under the waterfall, there was such a worldly woman sitting.

After the new rain patters on the empty mountain.

Return to the nest in the evening and come to autumn in the evening.

The screen of Jingyuan is 3000 feet.

The beauty plays the piano beside the stone.

In this situation, Yi Feng couldn't help praising it with the ancient poems of his previous life.

Of course, in order to meet the occasion, he also made some Patchwork and adaptation.

Otherwise, it would be against the peace.

However, Yi Feng's poem just fell, and the woman who played the piano who never looked up suddenly looked at her in surprise. I didn't expect that a common man in the mountains would make such a poem.

"After the new rain patters on the empty mountain, I return to my nest in the evening and come to autumn in the evening. The screen of the quiet courtyard is 3000 feet, and the beauty plays the piano beside the stone..."

She couldn't help but sing softly.

After reading, he couldn't help nodding and looked at Yi Feng seriously for the first time.

On me.

I really don't have any accomplishments.

Mortals are no doubt.

Under the drizzle, the green shirt was slightly wet, but it was not embarrassed. On the contrary, it gave people a very clean feeling. I have to say that this mortal gave her a very comfortable feeling.

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

"Ordinary people don't always......" she thought so. At the same time, Qianqian put away her books with her jade hands and said with her red lips: "childe, it's a good poem. Thank you, little woman."

"You're welcome, girl."

Yi Feng arched his hand at her, followed Mao Mao to his residence, and then rested.

"Settled?"

The woman in White asked softly.

"Settle down, miss." Mao Mao walked back, then opened his small mouth in surprise and exclaimed, "Hey, miss, isn't that the poem you wrote just now?"

"Yes."

The woman in white nodded slightly, and the jade hand wrote down the poetry written by Yi Feng just now.

"Hey, miss, you don't like this mortal. You actually wrote down his poetry." Maomao covered his small mouth and said in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

The woman gave Maomao a white eye and put down her pen with Qianqian's jade hand.

"I just think his poem is really suitable for us. Before, I always thought we were a little short here. With this poem, it was perfect."

"So when the ink is dry, you decorate it and hang it up."

"Hee hee, the young lady also said that she didn't like the mortal, but also hung up his poetry." Mao Mao's naughty Wu mouth smiled.

"You girl, if you talk nonsense again, be careful I hit you!" The woman in white wanted to knock Maomao. At the same time, she said, "no matter how good a mortal is, it's just a mortal. It's very different from us. Besides, how can I see a person with only one poem?"

"Say..."

Qian Yin wanted to talk and stopped. She just tightened the dream of Red Mansions and the supreme treasure in her hand.