Chapter 848： Master, I think the spring breeze once

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Meng Ziyi put the two cups of tea back on the table without hesitation. It seems to be helplessly sighing. "These days have really ruined you, and I will follow you once."

"Thank you Master, the Master is so good!"

Meng Ziyi just put back the teacup on the table and was picked up by him again. The thin lip that gently held the edge of the cup was slightly raised.

As the shop manager said, it didn't take long, the storyteller reappeared in the middle of the tea house. He stood on a wooden table with a wooden table on the table and a awake wood on the table.

The old man humbly punches everyone. "I just said a story about selling women for glory. Below, my old Wu will tell you some of the anecdotes of Jinxiangcheng. I am sure that many foreigners in this room have heard of it. Two years after the Golden City, the chrysanthemum grandson election and the chrysanthemum meeting..."

Nanxun listened with gusto.

In order to make her hear more clearly, Meng Ziyi held her scabbard waist and erected her. Jinxiangcheng is famous for chrysanthemums. This chrysanthemum grand election and the Chrysanthemum Conference are said to have existed for hundreds of years and are old traditions. The Chrysanthemum Festival is organized by several local families. On that day, various chrysanthemums will be displayed for people to enjoy, as well as activities such as reading chrysanthemum and poetry.

A lot of cash appreciation.

As for this chrysanthemum grand election, it is said that because some people dreamed of the chrysanthemum fairy, the chrysanthemum fairy is extremely fond of talented people, and is willing to choose a young talent and tea. Later, there was a general election for the chrysanthemum. Slowly, this chrysanthemum grand election is in conjunction with the Chrysanthemum Conference. In addition to the ordinary Chrysanthemums, the Chrysanthemum Conference has set up a special poetry lyrics appraisal. Whoever makes the poems is good, they have the chance to be chosen as chrysanthemums. Son, but literary talent is not all

The department has to look handsome, or how can it be worthy of the name of this chrysanthemum?

That is to meet the candidates of the chrysanthemum fairy, if the light is literary but ugly, the chrysanthemum fairy will not show up.

In the daytime, I read the chrysanthemum, make poems, and choose the chrysanthemum son. At night, the chrysanthemum son will go to the chrysanthemum platform surrounded by chrysanthemums.

Pastries and teas have been prepared on the chrysanthemum high platform, and a soft couch is placed next to it for the chrysanthemum to rest. "... It is said that many years ago, a princely prince had a private visit to this place. Shi Xing made a big poem and made several poems. In addition, this young prince was young and beautiful, and he was elected as the chrysanthemum son of that year. This prince listened to the chrysanthemum fairy. I feel ridiculous, but it is not bad for the old rules passed down by Jinxiangcheng.

So I boarded the chrysanthemum platform, and you guessed what happened? ”

The old Wu of the storytelling said that he suddenly knocked on the awake wood on the table. The guests who drank the tea couldn’t even drink the tea, waiting for the next sentence.

Meng Ziyi noticed that the scabbard in his hand darted forward and couldn't help but feel funny.

Is it so nice? He felt that the little painting spirit told him more vividly. After the storyteller Lao Wu succeeded in attracting attention, this continued: "The first time the handsome prince did not believe in the chrysanthemum fairy, did not want him to drink a cup of tea, and when he looked up, he had already sat on a yellow woman. The woman’s skin is snowy, white and flawless, beautiful and refined, really a fairy.

Down! Wang Ye looked at the idiots. After that, the prince and the chrysanthemum fairy tea were used to discuss poetry, and they enjoyed the moon and enjoyed the flowers. They spent the night together. ”

What is the meaning of this spring, the public has some insights. It can be a tea-based poetry appreciation for a night, or it can be... doing something else.

If you can really spend the spring with the fairy, hey, this life is worth it.

It's no wonder that so many people want to go to the chrysanthemum.

Nanxun swept a circle in the tea house. There were quite a few young sons. Some listened to this and shook their heads, obviously not convinced, and some were half-confident and eager to try.

When the story was finished, the tea in the cup was cold, and Meng Ziyi paid the money and took the little demon who had never finished yet to leave the tea house.

"Master, I originally wanted you to go to the Chrysanthemum Grand Election, but I didn't want to listen to this story."

"Why?" Meng Ziyi asked.

"Because I had to have a spring breeze with the chrysanthemum fairy, I didn't want the master to have a spring breeze with others."

Meng Ziyi suddenly made a teasing thought, and smiled and asked: "If there is a chrysanthemum fairy, why not?"

“Why do you want it? Is it because the chrysanthemum fairy looks beautiful?”

Mencius Yi nodded in nowhere, "Yes."

Nanxun was not angry, and the tone was triumphantly raised. "If I told the master, I am more beautiful than a fairy. Is the master willing to follow my spring breeze?"

Meng Ziyi's eyebrows pumped, and suddenly felt that he had over teased, especially the small painting spirit was so proud of another serious tone, so that he had some time... I was overwhelmed, and my heart passed a strange feeling.

"I am just joking, people are different, and **** is different." Meng Ziyi is correct, correcting the mistakes in time.

Nanxun asked: "Master, I know that people are different, and **** is different, but has this effect on the spring breeze? It is not to spend the rest of the life together."

Meng Ziyi: ...

He took a breath and explained it earnestly: "Are you not reading poetry? Then you should know the woman's three from the four virtues, and, I also told you to love yourself before, do you take my words to the wind?" Do not understand: "Master, I did not listen to the master, I am just... Are the words I just said related to this? Women's three from four virtues, of course I know, three from, the woman is not married from the father, married husband The husband died from the child, the four virtues refer to women's morality, women's words, women's capacity, and women's strength.

But Master, I don't have a father, so I can only ask for my own marriage. ”

Meng Ziyi's thin lips smashed, his face was flat, and his heart was long and authentic: "Hey, the woman should be from the end, and I won't say anything about the spring breeze in the future." Wei Dun added: "I don't think so."

Nanxuan seriously thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Does the master think that I am a child like a mortal?" Her voice was low. "But, would anyone want to marry me? I am not a person, people can not marry me, I I will never pretend to be a mortal to let mortals marry me, and the masters also say that the **** is different. As for the demon, the demon class does not pay attention to anything from the end, they are already in the process before they have been transformed.

The estrus period has passed with the male spring breeze. ”

"Master, you said, where do I go to find such a good person?"

Meng Ziyi's expression changed a little, and only silence was left. Nanxun pretends to smile easily. "Since I know that I can't get the kind of happiness I want, was there a mistake when I was looking for a personal spring breeze? Maybe I tried it once and felt nothing, I really don't think about those love and love. Things can be concentrated in the future. Good luck, millennium

After ten thousand years, it may become a fairy. Just at that time, is the master still there? ”