Chapter 35 The Young Master is Good at Poetry...

"Maomao, who is he?"

the woman in white asked.

"Uh, a young man, or a mortal." Maomao opened the door a crack, looked outside the door, and turned back to answer.

"Mortal?"

The woman in white frowned, and her lips opened again: "What do you want to ask him?"

"He said he wants to stay overnight, what do you think, young lady?"

Maomao looked at the woman in white with an inquiring look.

"Let him in, arrange a courtyard for him, and warn him not to run around at night." The woman in white gave an order, and then did not pay any attention to him again, and then put her attention on the book.

"Hey, come in!"

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

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

He had his own tent, but he was unlucky. It started to drizzle, and it was cold in the mountains, so Yi Feng couldn't stay there any longer.

Fortunately, there was a family deep in the mountains.

"Thank you."

Yi Feng thanked him and walked into the gate.

As soon as he stepped into the gate, Yi Feng was attracted by the scene in front of him, especially the woman sitting under the waterfall who was so otherworldly.

The empty mountain was drizzling after the new rain.

Returning to the nest at dusk, autumn is coming.

The silver curtain of the quiet courtyard is three thousand feet high.

The beautiful woman was playing the zither beside the stone.

This scene made Yi Feng couldn't help but praise it with an ancient poem from his previous life.

Of course, in order to fit the scene, he also made a little revision.

Otherwise, it would be inharmonious.

However, just as Yi Feng finished reciting the poem, the woman who had never raised her head suddenly looked at him in surprise. She had never thought that a common man in the mountains could write such a poem.

"After the rain in the empty mountains, the mortals return to their nests at dusk. The silver curtain in the quiet courtyard is three thousand feet high. The beautiful woman plays the harp beside the stone..."

She couldn't help but recite it softly.

After reciting it, she couldn't help but nod her head. For the first time, she looked at Yi Feng seriously.

He

really didn't have any cultivation.

He was a common man without a doubt.

Under the drizzle, his blue shirt was slightly wet, but he didn't look like a wolf. On the contrary, he gave people a very clean feeling. It must be said that this common man made her feel very comfortable.

It was also the first time that her traditional concept of ordinary people changed slightly.

"Ordinary people are not always like that..." She thought so, and at the same time, she put away the book with her delicate hands and said with her red lips: "Sir, your poem is great. Thank you."

"Miss, you are welcome."

Yi Feng bowed to her, and then followed Maomao to his residence to rest.

"Are you settled?"

The woman in white asked softly.

"I am settled, young lady." Maomao walked back, and then opened his mouth in surprise, exclaiming: "Hey, young lady, what you wrote is not the poem he wrote just now?"

"Yes."

The woman in white nodded slightly, and her jade hand picked up the pen to write down the poem that Yi Feng had just written.

"Hey, miss, you are not attracted to this mortal, you even wrote down his poem." Maomao covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The woman rolled her eyes at Maomao and put down the pen with her delicate hands.

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

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

"Hehe, miss, you said you are not attracted to that mortal, but you want to hang up his poem." Maomao covered her mouth and laughed mischievously.

"You girl, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll hit you!" The woman in white was about to hit Maomao, and she said, "No matter how good a mortal is, he is still just a mortal, and there is a world of difference between him and me. Besides, how can I fall in love with someone just based on a poem?"

"Besides..."

Qianyin hesitated and didn't say anything else. She just held the Dream of the Red Mansions and Zhizunbao tightly in her hands.

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000, and the highest level outside is 30.