Rebirth: Abducting a Fairy Man as a Wife

Chapter 107

Xiaohong, who had done her homework, learned that Mr. Su was going to the Fuyuan Temple in Xiangshan today, so she got up early and dragged the fox's tail to go out.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Mu Bai was dragged so hard that he grinned, "How many times have I told you, women, don't be so rude, if you do that again, I won't accompany you to Fuyuan Temple."

Resentfully withdrew her hand, Xiao Hong flattened her mouth: "I know, I'm not in a hurry!"

Fuyuan Temple is located in the Fragrant Hills covered with red leaves, and has always been a place where literati and poets flock to.

Su Linyuan is a frequent visitor there, and he likes to meet some close friends and improve his poetry attainments at the place where romantic and talented people gather.

Xiaohong, who spent the middle of the night madly making up for it yesterday, suffered from two swollen eyes, and still couldn't memorize a complete poem, let alone compose it herself.

That place is full of ink scent, and the people who go there are all real scholars. Just this useless second-generation idiot, who can't do anything except fights, is a crazy girl. If you go there, it will be embarrassing.

When the time comes to attract Mr. Su's attention, what you notice is not the girl's literary talent, but the girl's incomplete brain.

So the smart Xiaohong came up with such a bad idea, let the hard-working teacher Mu Bai work hard again, transform back into a fox body and be carried by Xiaohong, and then secretly help her... that is, be a gunman.

When he accompanied Yu Qingyue to study hard, Mu Bai learned a lot of knowledge, from a simple stupid fox to a stupid fox with ink in his stomach.

Although it is not as good as Yuqing High School's No. [-] scholar, but reciting poems correctly, it is natural that he cannot be troubled.

Xiaohong naturally became the old tailor's daughter before, no one would take it seriously even if a kid wrote any decent poems, thinking that she must have copied it from somewhere.

Those who come to Fuyuan Temple in Xiangshan Mountain, apart from those literati and poets, there are also many good men and women who come to enjoy the spring in this good season, come to offer incense for peace or marriage.

Those rich ladies who came here all had small sedan chairs at the foot of the mountain, and a group of maids followed behind them when they went up the mountain.

Xiaohong, who was alone and hugged a snow-white fox, attracted people's attention as soon as she went up the mountain.

What are you looking at? Have you never seen a fox walking?Xiaohong looked back at these mortals with contemptuous eyes, and with three or two very powerful kicks, those Yingyingyanyans were thrown away by a long distance.

There is a very special wall in Fuyuan Temple. The whole wall is painted white with powder, without any pattern decoration or murals.

Every once in a while, someone in the temple will come to brush away those far-fetched meanings, ignorant views, and nonsensical words. Therefore, after a long period of accumulation, what can be left on this wall are some well-known masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. .

Xiaohong Dacica walked over, first picked up the writing brush on the table next to him, then paced and read the poems on the wall from south to north, then nodded very maturely: "Not bad, not bad, very well written! "

Mu Bai raised the fox's head from her strong arms: "Let me tell you, can you recognize all the words on it?"

A cheeky Xiaohong replied loudly: "Of course not!"

Well, you Suzaku with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, what else can you do besides fighting, can't you be a coquettish vixen who can fight and sing poetry like me?

Mu Bai jumped onto the table, stretched out his pointing claws, pointed to a wild handwriting and said, "Look at this Xijiangyue, it's written by your Mr. Su..."

"How do you know?" Xiaohong hurried over to stare at the handwriting, and when Su Linyuan was mentioned, she became excited.

I don't know how such a gentle and refined person like Su Linyuan could write such flamboyant handwriting.

Impatiently, he tapped his paw on the table: "Say it again, don't interrupt me! You have to look like a student!"

"Yes, yes, the student knows his mistake, Mr. Mu, please tell me quickly!"

Nodding his head in satisfaction, Mu Bai squatted on the desk: "Look at the script of Linjiang Xian, is it written by the same person as the inscription on the plaque of Baihualou?"

Classmate Xiaohong nodded in admiration, not daring to say much, and continued to listen to Teacher Mu's teachings.

"Also, that's the most important point." Mu Bai poked his paw at the inscription: "There is a Su character here."

Xiao Hong slapped his fox paw off angrily: "Then what nonsense handwriting are you talking about, it's obvious to you, right?"

Mu Bai frowned and stared at Xiao Hong: "Do you understand respecting the teacher? And whoever in the girl's family is always using hands and talking about vulgar words like bullshit, if you are more capable than me Write lyrics!"

"Hey, Mr. Mu, don't be angry, the students are joking with you," Xiaohong shamelessly stroked Mubai's fox hair, "What do you think should be followed by Mr. Su's words, the students are all ears!"

"Cough cough," Mu Bai fake coughed twice, "Well, I think it's better for you to answer the song "Linjiang Immortal" next to Mr. Su. If you answer after Mr. Su, you'll be better than him, right? It overwhelmed his limelight, why not be brushed off by the people in the temple, and there is no chance to attract his attention."

Mu Bai said a long list, which seemed reasonable, and Xiao Hong also agreed with it very much, but in fact, it was because Su Linyuan's poetry was too good, and Mu Bai really couldn't follow it...

After pondering for a moment, Mu Bai thought of a graceful poem suitable for a woman to write for Xiaohong, and told her how to write it word by word.

After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtain hangs down when the wine wakes up.Last year, spring hate came.The falling flowers are independent, and the little swifts are flying together.I remember when the young master first met, the jade face was holding a fan and light clothes.Say lovesickness on the strings of the pipa.At that time, the bright moon was there, and Zeng Zhao Yulang returned.

Signed, Liu Qing'er.

Fortunately, Xiaohong's handwriting is not bad. Although the graceful small script is not stunning, it is not so embarrassing in these various fonts.

Whoever describes other people's handwriting as ugly as a bird's claws is really wronged the bird!

Confidently looking at his masterpiece, he figured that Mr. Su would come out of the temple at this time.

A very casual encounter is coming soon under Xiaohong's deliberate arrangement.

Here Xiaohong walked in with the fox in her arms, while Su Linyuan walked out in the direction of Huiming just as Xiaohong expected...

A pair of eyes searched for Su Linyuan's figure, and finally Xiaohong found him in the crowd!

Then he walked to Mr. Su's side very "inadvertently", and let out a soft "ouch".

After a while of "girl, are you okay" and "thank you, my master", Xiaohong disappeared into the crowd with a face full of shame, leaving behind a lotus root pink handkerchief.

Just as Su Linyuan picked up the handkerchief on the ground, Xiao Hong had disappeared before the girl called out.

The word "Qing'er" is embroidered on the corner of the lotus root powder handkerchief, and it really is the woman who left the white feather that day.

Su Linyuan, who came out of the temple, walked to the inscription wall as usual, and the newly added beautiful fonts came into view.

When Xiaohong seized the time and pretended to come out as if nothing had happened, Su Linyuan was standing on the only way down the mountain from the temple.

"Girl, I'm here to wait for you." Su Linyuan took out the handkerchief that was folded just now and handed it out: "Girl left in a hurry and left something behind."