Chapter 35： nice poem...

"Maomao, who are you?"

The woman in white asked.

"Uh, it's a young man, or a mortal." Mao Mao opened the door a crack, looked out the door, and turned back.

"mortal?"

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

"It's said to be a lodging, miss, what do you think?"

Mao Mao's inquiring eyes looked at the woman in white.

"Let him come in, arrange a courtyard for him, and at the same time warn him not to run around at night." The woman in white ordered, and then she didn't pay any more attention, and then turned her attention to the book.

"Hey come in!"

Mao Mao opened the door, and a young man with a tired face walked in with a bamboo basket on his back.

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

He had his own tent, but he was unlucky, the sky was raining lightly, and the mountains were cold, Yi Feng couldn't stand it any longer.

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

"Thank you."

Yi Feng quickly thanked him and walked into the door.

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

After the empty mountains and new rain patter.

Returning to the nest at dusk, coming late to autumn.

The screen in the quiet courtyard is 3,000 feet.

The beautiful woman is beside the stone and plays the qin.

In this situation, Yi Feng couldn't help but borrowed ancient poems from his previous life to praise him.

Of course, for the occasion, he also made some patchwork and adaptations.

Otherwise, it would be inconsistent.

However, as soon as the verse Yi Feng was chanting fell, the girl playing the piano, who had never raised her head, suddenly looked over with a surprised look. She did not expect that an ordinary person in the mountains would actually write such verses.

"After the empty mountain and the new rain pattering, returning to the nest at dusk, autumn comes, the screen in the quiet courtyard is three thousand feet, and the beautiful woman is beside Shi Yi Fuqin..."

Involuntarily, she also moaned softly.

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

body.

There is really no cultivation base at all.

Mortal no doubt.

Under the drizzle, the green shirt was slightly damp, but not embarrassing. 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 she had slightly changed her traditional concept of mortals.

"Ordinary people, not all of them..." She thought of this, at the same time Qianqianyu put away the book, and said with red lips: "Young master is a good poem, the little girl is grateful."

"You're welcome, girl."

Yi Feng cupped her hands at her, and followed Mao Mao to the residence before resting.

"It's settled?"

The woman in white asked softly.

"Miss settling." Mao Mao walked back, then opened his mouth in surprise and exclaimed, "Miss, isn't what you wrote the poem he wrote just now?"

"Ok."

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

"Hey, miss, you don't like this mortal, and you actually wrote his poems." Mao Mao covered his mouth and said in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

The woman rolled her eyes at Maomao, and Qian Qianyu put down the pen.

"I just think that his poem is really suitable for us here. I always felt that we were missing something here. With this poem, it is perfect."

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

"Hee hee, the young lady also said that she didn't like that mortal, but also hung up his poems." Mao Mao covered his mouth mischievously and smiled.

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

"Again..."

Qian Yin hesitated to speak, but did not say any more, but just tightened the Dream of Red Mansions and the Supreme Treasure in her hands.