Chapter 136 Ruyan’s Bathing Suction (4k words second update please vote for me)

Author: Wu Mei Zijiang

Chapter 136 Ruyan’s Bathing Suction (4k words second update please vote for me)

Xue Mu is worth it.

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events occur.

He felt that he should even drink a pot of wine today to cheer him up.

After all, Zuo Yuheng will go to the execution ground tomorrow.

"Forget it, drinking will cause trouble, so I'd better stop drinking."

Xue Mu remembered that he seemed to be going to Xiao Qingyue's place today.

Since you took fifty taels of silver from someone, you must teach what you need to teach.

Of course, as for what to teach, that has to be decided by Xiao Qingyue.

He definitely doesn't know how to play, play and sing.

But if he wants to research some new gadgets, he does have some ideas.

But Xue Mu also knew that Xiao Qingyue was a yellow-flowered girl.

I guess I don't understand anything.

It's better to teach her some poetry and songs honestly.

Anyway, there are so many 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics, so teaching one or two every day is enough.

Just as he was thinking about it, he came to Xiao Mansion.

Prior to this, Xiao Qingyue had already warned the servants of the Xiao Mansion.

Once he saw Xue Mu, he invited him into the house.

So when the servants saw Xue Mu, they immediately said: "Mr. Xue, please come inside."

Xue Mu was waiting in the main hall of the backyard, while Xiaodie hurriedly ran to find Xiao Qingyue.

"Miss, miss." Xiaodie gasped.

It has to be said that although Xiaodie is not very old.

But there is still a place where it should be.

So when I gasped, the ups and downs were obvious.

Xiao Qingyue was practicing calligraphy at this time. When she heard Xiaodie yelling, she couldn't help but frowned: "What are you so anxious about?"

Xiaodie pointed outside and said, "Master Xue is here."

"He's here?!" Xiao Qingyue put down the pen in her hand and immediately showed a happy expression.

She stood up and wanted to see Xue Mu.

But suddenly something came to mind.

Xiao Qingyue returned to the table, picked up the bronze mirror, looked at it, and asked Xiaodie: "Xiaodie, is it okay for me to look like this?"

Xiaodie was stunned at first, and then she couldn't laugh or cry: "Miss, I really didn't expect that one day you would be nervous about your own appearance."

"Stop talking nonsense." Xiao Qingyue looked at her speechlessly: "Quick, take a look."

"Miss."

Xiaodie came to her side at this time, held her hand and said: "You are a fairy who fell from the sky now. You are so beautiful. Let's go quickly. Don't keep Mr. Xue waiting too long, and Mr. Xue can't see you."

ah!"

"All right."

Xiao Qingyue then maintained a polite posture and walked towards the front hall with a smile.

When she saw Xue Mu sitting on the chair waiting for her, she was a little nervous and said: "Mr. Xue, you are here."

When Xue Mu heard this, he raised his hands and said, "Miss Xiao."

"Mr. Xue, just call me Qingyue. We don't have to be too restrained here." Xiao Qingyue then looked at Xiaodie and said: "Xiaodie, serve tea."

"yes."

Xiaodie then poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xue Mu.

Xue Mu took the cup and thanked: "Thank you, Xiaodie."

"Young Master, you're welcome."

Xiaodie likes how polite Xue Mu is.

Xue Mu then asked Xiao Qingyue: "Miss Qingyue, I wonder what you want to learn?"

"Well" Xiao Qingyue thought for a while and suggested: "Why don't you, Mr. Xue, just tell me about the two poems you composed last night."

"ah?"

Xue Mu was a little embarrassed.

He didn't know what to say either.

Xiao Qingyue started to read: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance."

"I think this poem is very similar to the character of the young master, especially the sentence "Ling Han drives alone". It has a strong meaning and is not afraid of the eyes of others. He still stands firm in a harsh environment. The poem reflects the persistence of oneself.

belief.”

Xue Mu didn't expect that she could express her appreciation of this poem one by one, but she also praised: "Actually, this poem is not written about me. I think it should be written to anyone with such qualities. Of course,

Miss Qingyue’s analysis was very accurate, and Xue couldn’t help but admire her.”

When Xiao Qingyue heard him praising herself, she quickly shook her head: "Actually, I thought about it for a long time before I slowly understood it."

"And that one."

Xiao Qingyue continued to recite: "The bright moon is frightening the magpies when they leave the branches, and the breeze is midnight and the cicadas are chirping. The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard."

"Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw the bridge over the creek when the road turned."

"The upper part of the poem describes extremely ordinary scenery such as wind, moon, cicadas and magpies. However, after Xue Gongzi's ingenious combination, the result is extraordinary in the ordinary. The magpie's frightened flight is not like an ordinary tree.

Instead of its head, it flies around the slanting and abrupt branches."

"It is purely a description of the scenery of the local summer night mountain road at that time and the poet's feelings, but the core is the summer night filled with harvest years."

Xiao Qingyue looked at Xue Mu and asked curiously: "I wonder where the young master saw such a beautiful midsummer?"

Xue Mu replied awkwardly: "Actually, I can't see it, but I can hear it."

Xiao Qingyue reacted immediately and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xue, I didn't mean it. I didn't think of it for a while."

But she was even more surprised. Xue Mu couldn't see it, but he could hear such a scene just by listening with his ears.

Then use words like this to express it.

It's simply astonishing.

For a time, Xiao Qingyue was even more impressed.

Xue Mu said calmly: "It doesn't matter. In fact, the eyes are the windows of the heart. My eyes can't see, but my heart can see."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Qingyue was a little surprised.

"The eyes are the windows to the heart," Xiao Qingyue muttered, "Mr. Xue is indeed a great talent. This sentence is quite philosophical."

Xue Mu just smiled.

To know this sentence, even a primary school student knows it.

Xiao Qingyue then thought of something, and she said to Xue Mu: "Mr. Xue, how about you go to my room and I will read you a book?"

"Is this appropriate?" Xue Mu hesitated. After all, Xiao Qingyue was the daughter of a wealthy family.

Naturally, you cannot enter other people's boudoir casually.

If Xiao Xun discovered it, it might be over.

Xiao Qingyue said: "It doesn't matter, discussion of literature should not be subject to any restrictions since ancient times."

"Oh well."

Xue Mu followed Xiao Qingyue to the room.

Xiaodie stood by the door. Of course she was afraid of Xiao Xun's sudden arrival, so she opened the door. In this way, she would not be afraid of discussing literature openly and openly.

Xiao Qingyue came to her bookshelf, picked up a copy of "The Romance of the West Chamber", and said to Xue Mu: "Mr.

"I heard Ruyan said it." Xue Mu used Xu Ruyan as a shield.

Xiao Qingyue knew that Xue Mu refused to admit it, so she tried again: "I think the author of "The Romance of the West Chamber" must be very talented, just like the young master."

Xue Mu smiled awkwardly: "We in Daqing are full of talented people, but I can't write a novel like this."

"It's hard to say. Maybe Mr. Xue secretly wrote a lot of story novels." Xiao Qingyue said with a smile.

She continued: "By the way, Mr. Xue, you said before that you were taught by your husband from your hometown, right? What else did he teach you? Can you teach Qingyue too?"
To be continued...