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- "Xiaoqian, grandma asked me to send a message to ask if you are okay. If you are fine, go back and return to life. Grandma is still waiting for you!"
At this moment, a slightly impatient female voice came from outside the door. Such an unexpected sound startled the four people in the room, Yang Fengnian and others, to jump.
"It's Xiaoque!" After hearing the voice, Nie Xiaoqian stood up and glanced at the door. With eyes full of worry, she whispered to Yang Fengnian: "She is my grandmother's personal maid!"
Yang Fengnian frowned when he heard this. Turning around and looking around, I saw a slim shadow at the door, holding a lantern and humming a song, waiting there.
Yan Chixia waved her hand angrily and said loudly: "What are you looking at? I'll send her away!"
He casually pulled off the disguise on the bed, put on his clothes, strode over, opened the door, and looked at the demonic female ghost in a red dress in front of him. He glared at each other and cursed: "Why are you urging me? See, Master Dao, am I busy?"
At this time, Yan Chixia¡¯s head was covered with various leaves, like a long, crooked and deformed tree demon. In addition, I just had nowhere to express my resentment, so I happened to find such a bucket to vent my anger on, and I poured out all my anger on this female ghost.
The tiger's eyes kicked out, filled with murderous intent. If there is any disagreement, I will take your head from your neck.
The female ghost in red standing outside the door with her arms folded, when she suddenly saw the menacing and powerful man rushing out, she was so frightened that she took a few steps back, her pretty face turned pale.
??The slender jade fingers pointed at Yan Chixia tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "You, what do you want to do?"
Yan Chixia was too lazy to talk nonsense to her. She glared and angrily yelled: "Get out!"
"I'm here to see Nie Xiaoqian!" Seeing Yan Chixia about to go in, the woman in the red dress relied on someone to support her, put her hands on her hips, mustered up her courage, and waited for Yan Chixia to say: "I, I'm here to see Nie Xiaoqian. !you you¡¡"
Yan Chixia was too lazy to pay attention to him. She raised her hand and waved, and a strong air flow directly sent the woman in red dress flying far away and hit the ground hard.
Without even looking at the female ghost in red dress who was lying on the ground, Yan Chixia turned around and returned to the house.
However, when she was about to enter the door, Yan Chixia stopped slightly, turned her back to the gray-headed and gray-faced female ghost in red, and shouted coldly: "If you dare to say any more nonsense, the Taoist Master will kill you!"
After saying that, Yan Chixia strode into the door. He closed the door behind him.
Leaving the female ghost in red sitting on the cold floor with a look of resentment and unwillingness, her eyes fixed on her.
She is the popular person around her grandmother. In daily life, except for my grandmother, I have never been so insulted by anyone.
She felt angry and unfair in her heart, but she still had lingering fears when she thought of the murderous look on the tree demon's face.
After standing up in embarrassment, he turned his head and took a look. There were several female ghosts at the door of the four rooms behind him. The female ghosts in red cursed like crazy women: "What are you looking at? Get out of here!"
The female ghosts who were serving the Four Gentlemen were so frightened by what the woman in the red dress said that they trembled. They bowed quickly and returned to the house.
After the yard became quiet again, the female ghost in red looked at the room where Nie Xiaoqian was, raised her hand to wipe the black blood from the corner of her mouth, sneered and said in her heart: You bitch, you think you have found a backer, I will do it to you. Is there no other way? We¡¯ll see! snort! "
After snorting coldly, the female ghost Xiaoque in red bent down and picked up the lantern that had fallen aside. She glared at the brightly lit room, threw up her sleeves and left.
In the room, the candlelight was as bright as a bean.
Under the pale yellow light, Nie Xiaoqian, who was originally a ghost, was dressed in green clothes and looked like a fairy.
Seeing Yan Chixia swaggering in, she waved her hand and said, "It's okay, let's continue chatting!"
Yang Fengnian gave him a funny look, walked to the desk, and after arranging the four treasures of the study, smiled and said: "What are you talking about? We have finished talking about everything we should talk about!"
He turned his head and glanced at Nie Xiaoqian, and said softly: "That matter is settled. In three days, you will send over the accurate map, and nothing will happen to you after that. But don't worry, when we leave, I will definitely take it with me!¡±
Nie Xiaoqian, who was still worried about Xiaoque, forced a smile after hearing this, and bowed: "Thank you, Master!"
Yang Fengnian nodded, then pointed to the inkstone on the desk and said, "Now, come over here and help me grind it. If you bring back one or two good poems, it will be easier for you to do business, and your grandmother won't blame you!"
Hearing this, Xiaoqian glanced at the young man in front of the table, bathed in the dim light. After she withdrew her gaze, she lowered her head and snorted softly.
After walking over with a gentle step, he rolled up his long sleeves, revealing his bright wrists that were as bright as frost and snow.
? ?He gently held the ink stick in his hand and slowly began to sharpen it in the inkstone.
Outside the window, the night is sultry and catkins are flying.
The shadows of the trees on the window are dim, the candlelight is dim, and the atmosphere is peaceful.
Yang Fengnian, who has put on scholar's clothes, is elegant and graceful, with a beautiful tree facing the wind.
Wearing a scholar's long shirt, he stood in front of the desk with a sleeve in one hand and a pen in the other. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was thinking about the next poem.
Beside her, Nie Xiaoqian, who was as beautiful as a fairy, bit her lip lightly and drowned in earnest.
The inadvertent movements and seemingly random combinations constitute the most beautiful picture of a talented man and a beautiful lady.
Yan Chixia, who saw this scene in her eyes, was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but sigh softly, and said to herself: "The red sleeves add fragrance, and the bare hands grind them. If this woman is a person, she is really a talented and beautiful woman. It¡¯s okay, what a pity!¡±
The candle flames danced and the lights flickered.
After a while, Yang Fengnian, who had already made up his mind, smiled slightly and put down his pen.
The soft tip of the pen writes powerful and powerful small regular script characters on the white rice paper, which is really pleasing to the eye.
Beside her, Nie Xiaoqian's beautiful eyes were filled with light. She quietly stared at Yang Fengnian's wandering pen, lightly opened her lips, and read out.
"Ten miles of flat lakethe sky is covered with frost"
"Every inch of blue hair is worrying about the old age!"
After reading this, Nie Xiaoqian felt moved and turned her head to look at Yang Fengnian.
Seeing the scholar¡¯s ??eyes deep and smiling slightly, he was immersed in it. Xiaoqian bit her lip, withdrew her gaze, and continued to watch the pen flying in the scholar's hand.
"Look at each other in the moon shape!"
"I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals!"
When the last stroke was completed, Yang Fengnian held her sleeves in her hands and slowly straightened up.
After taking a look at the poem on the rice paper, he smiled slightly.
Putting the brush on the Yantai, holding the paper in both hands, he blew on it.
Then, he turned around and looked at Nie Xiaoqian beside him, with a faint smile on his face.
He smiled and said, ¡°This poem is for you!¡±
Nie Xiaoqian did not tie the knot. After taking a step back, she lowered her head and whispered softly: "What's the meaning of this poem?"
???????????? What is the explanation, but what I am actually asking is, what is the intention of this poem.
After Yang Fengnian saw how cautious the woman was, he looked at the poem in his hand. After being stunned for a moment, he thought of the key point and shook his head in amusement.
"Actually, this poem was originally yours. It's a bit hypocritical to say it was a gift!" Yang Fengnian felt magnanimously and looked directly at Nie Xiaoqian and said: "This poem was written by a scholar named Ning Caichen. I am just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha. !¡±
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