Chapter 282

In addition to this obvious change, Mu Yunsheng also felt that Zhao Jin seemed I've learned a lot. As like as two peas, what is the difference between his behavior and what he did?

In that case, these subtle changes only appeared after he remembered his previous life. What kind of person will have this kind of habit of holding vegetables and chopsticks, and speaking kindly?

When he went to bed at night, Mu Yunsheng lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. He was thinking about it all in his mind.

Zhao Mian next to him was so sleepy that his eyelids were heavy that he was upset and couldn't sleep.

"Sister Yunsheng, what's the matter with you? If you don't go to bed so late, don't you have to get up tomorrow? "

Listening to her yawning voice, Mu Yunsheng felt that his brain was more energetic, and even his voice was full of air: "I can't sleep! Thinking about how things can sleep Finish saying, heavily sighed a tone, that decadent appearance looked at let a person can't help but worry.

"What are you thinking? What can upset a smart person like you? " Zhao Mian squinted and asked half asleep.

"I'm thinking about a problem." Mu Yunsheng put his hands behind his head and looked at the roof beam. "What kind of people can eat vegetables? They only have three chopsticks for each dish, and they are very kind to people and things?"

Zhao Mian seriously thought about it. The drowsiness of her brain swept over her. She couldn't hold on any longer. As soon as she closed her eyes, she said weakly, "how do I know! You don't even know how I can know! "

As soon as the voice fell, a gentle and rhythmic breath came from Mu Yunsheng.

Mu Yunsheng closed his eyes helplessly. It's too difficult to guess a person's identity with these little habits. She's not a detective. How can she guess it!

I thought about this problem for a day and a night, but I didn't get a clue. When I had breakfast the next day, I didn't sleep well because I was thinking about it at night. When I saw Zhao Jin, she couldn't help looking at his head with a sad look.

It's all because of this guy! If it were not for this guy, how could she not sleep all night because of a problem with no head and no mood!

Zhao Jin was uncomfortable with her sad little eyes, but he gave her a bun on the surface. "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Look at you, the one who's keeping me awake!" Mu Yunsheng took a bite of the steamed bun as if it were made by Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin evil spirit a smile, proud slightly pick eyebrow way: "look, you still didn't guess!"

Other people listen to their conversation, only feel confused, not clear, what they mean.

"Can't you give me more hints?"

Mu Yunsheng is very frustrated. It's very difficult to guess his identity in his last life just by the habit of daily life, not to mention that this person's usual disguise is not missed. She has no clue to guess.

"Look at my mood!"

After drinking the soybean milk, Zhao Jin went out with a big step. Mu Yunsheng looks at his back with resentment and curses in his heart. I can't guess your identity. I curse you and I can't guess my identity!!

"If you can't guess, you can't! I don't want to guess Mu Yunsheng murmured in a low voice. He put down his chopsticks and carried the prepared basket on his back and went out to work in the government.

Lao Taijun's body has been greatly improved. Basically, his blood pressure has been stable. He will not be in danger of exploding blood vessels at any time like before.

After finishing his basic duties, Mu Yunsheng found a small pavilion in the garden of the national government. He took out the prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his back basket and racked his brains to search for the ancient poems he had learned.

When I think about it carefully, I really think of a lot of classic poems. If those famous poems were all written in silence, it would definitely shock the literary world at that time.

Thinking of his amazing achievement and the admiration of the public, Mu Yunsheng had a beautiful picture of holding a white paper fan against a group of literati

That scene was so beautiful that Mu Yunsheng could not help smiling.

"You're still pretending to be literate here. Are you really literate? But as a cook, what else do you wear? "

Ziyi passed by the back garden and saw Mu Yunsheng writing from a distance. When she came closer, she hung her wrist and didn't write. Ziyi thought she didn't read any books and couldn't write.

I don't know that people are just thinking about which poem is better to write.

When Mu Yunsheng saw that the visitor was a girl in purple, he couldn't help crying out that she was unlucky. Before purple, she looked at her everywhere. Anyway, she had nothing wrong with her, so she had to pick out a thorn. Now she caught the chance and didn't she satirize herself?

"Why don't you talk? Have you no face to refute me? " Purple clothes holding an embroidered handkerchief, gently cover the nose and mouth, voice gently sarcastic.

Clear as a silver bell of laughter, revealing the meaning of bright irony.She's not a beautiful woman, but she's just a little bit pretty. However, cherry's small mouth is so mean that she destroys all her peace and temperament, leaving only the ugly vulgarity.

"I'm not shameless. I just don't think it's necessary to waste time and energy for irrelevant people. After all, I have to focus on things."

Mu Yunsheng calmly touched the ink with Bi. Without looking at her, he wrote down a poem he had just thought of.

What she wrote is Li Bai's famous article wanglushan waterfall.

This poem is not only popular throughout the ages, but also easy to understand and magnificent. The most important thing is that there is no special allusion in this poem, and there is no mention of history and humanity. Even if it is written, it will not reveal anything unusual.

After all, the history of this world is totally different from the world she lived in before, not only the change of dynasties, but also all kinds of historical celebrities.

She didn't know how to explain such a thing with historical allusions as "a piece of God crow Club drum".

Ziyi grabbed the handkerchief and said bitterly, "what can you write? At most, it's just vulgar doggerel! "

Mu Yunsheng, who had no such person, bowed his head and continued to sift through the ancient poems in his mind.

"Look at the words you write. The three-year-old can write better than you! What are you still installing here... "

Purple clothes see her completely ignore themselves, simply do not see her in the eyes, angry, voice Leng raised a step, become sharp and thin.