On the way back, Meng Yue had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery that shocked her again and again, and her mind was full of "there is no such thing in the plot". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The plot of the heroine falling into the water on a cold night, according to the style of the author of "Three Jiao", it is impossible not to write.

"Is it because of my butterfly?" No, she didn't do anything after coming to Nanjing, although she didn't deliberately avoid the plot, but she also took the initiative to maintain the continuity and integrity of the world in the book. She can't afford to gamble, in case the world collapses in this book, and Aunt Crossing is extremely willful and doesn't give her a return ticket, it won't be bad.

"That happened in the book, I don't remember?" It's not like, Meng Yue didn't read "Sanjiao" long before the crossing, and she quickly sorted out the memorabilia after the crossing, but her memory is blurred now, and it must be very clear when she sorts out the memorabilia.

Suddenly, Meng Yue remembered a possibility, when she crossed over, the main text of "Sanjiao" had ended, and the author, a little goblin who had died, was still going on to change it! Comrades, you can't watch piracy, if you look at pirated versions, you will be like her now, and the whole person wants to die.

Meng Yue's downloaded document only ends "I really want to live another five hundred years", the next side of the author's preview is the male eighteenth Zhou Wenhe, the author is also as excited as the medicine at the end of the article PS sentence: There will be a long story next, the protagonist is our "love poetry holy hand" Da Zhou Wenhe.

Meng Yue curiously clicked the link to look at the comment area, and there was a wail in the comment area at that time-

"What bullshit love poetry holy hand, I beg you to be normal, don't spoof"; You definitely don't love us anymore, so let's not look at the scumbag's fan"; No, you are all too pessimistic, you are sure to abuse the scumbag to give us a refreshing look, come and praise me, I must be the truth".

However, Meng Yue didn't wait for the piracy forum to go out of the way, and he wore it into the book!

"So, now it's me who doesn't know anything about power. "If you can go back to modern times, Meng Yue will definitely find out the author and talk about life well.

"Ah Meng Leng, it's almost here. Seeing Meng Yue's whole body trembling slightly, Lu Chuying thought she was cold.

Meng Yue is not cold, she was angry with the dead goblin of the author of "Three Jiao", can't she open a new book if she is good, why do you always have to stay in the old book, why do you have to hold on to a male No. 18. Rongyi has so many admirers, who can't write about it, which one is more popular with readers than Zhou Wenhe.

"Sir, I'm fine. ”

Wang Li walked at the end, and naturally saw Meng Yue trembling, naturally he didn't know that she was angry, but she was extremely cold. He chased a few steps in a row, and handed the water bladder that was still warm in his arms to Meng Yue: "I haven't drunk the rice wine that was just hot, and I will drink two sips." ”

Meng Yue looked at Wang Li sideways, thought about it, stretched out her hand to take it, she thought to herself: Rob me dog and rob me monkey, don't want to offset it with a bag of rice wine.

"Thank you. ”

In this world, there are those who are upright and upright, and Meng Yue is obviously the latter. Even if she is complaining about the other party in her heart, she can not show it on her face at all, and this trait can be summed up in two simple words - sullen.

After drinking, Meng Yue asked Lu Chuying if she wanted to drink a little, Lu Chuying didn't like the warm swallow of rice wine, she was so strong, waved her hand and said "Don't". Meng Yousui glanced at Wang Li again, not yet, not yet, not yet, after pondering for a while, he still returned the water bladder with half of the rice wine left to Wang Li: "When I turn back, I will also give you wine to drink." ”

"Good. Wang Li didn't say much when he took the water bladder, but his right hand holding the water bladder seemed to be pinching a handful of tender petals, and Meng Yue handed back as if it was no longer the water bladder he handed out, but the young branches full of fragrant flowers handed by the girls during the Flower Festival.

Wang Li was not so sluggish that he couldn't detect the ups and downs of his heart, but he didn't dare to say that he could control them. The control here does not mean that the mountain chaffinch that dwells in the wild trees is controlled between the palms, but that he cannot make the ups and downs of his heart fully interpret the way she expects.

Because he still remembers Meng Yue's sentence "If you put a person at ease, you never hold everything in front of that person, but take what that person wants, not in your heart."

If it were Meng Yue, she would be able to describe it very simply--I like it very much, but I'm afraid that people won't like me, after all, a domestic cat can't pretend to be a tiger.

The reverse is also true.

The road from the water's edge to the pavilion was so long, and soon they arrived outside the pavilion, and the servants and maids of Chunliu Bairui and Lu Chuying welcomed the two of them in, and handed hot soup and changed warm cloaks, so it was easy to get rid of the chill on the two of them.

Meng Yue drank the hot soup and asked Bai Rui for a hand stove, Lu Chuying saw that her face was better, so she pinched her face and said, "You are really delicate, and you are more cold than you as a teacher." ”

Meng Yue didn't say this, she calculated that it was about nine o'clock in the evening, and asked, "Sir, is it time to go back?"

"Yes, if you don't take a boat when you go back, the carriage will come to Lingzhou later. Fortunately, the first emperor built a long causeway, otherwise it would be inconvenient to take a boat back and forth. Lu Chuying motioned for Meng Yue to sit down, and the carriage would come to the pavilion to answer later.

In the pavilion, the ladies are anecdoting many anecdotes about Xuanwu Lake, and they are talking about "Taizu and Xuanwu Lake" at this time.

"When Taizu established the dynasty, Fan Zhijin said that Xuanwu Lake became a treasure house, and it was inevitable that you could sit back and relax when you stored the yellow book here. Taizu said, "If this is the case, within a hundred years, there will be people who will write poems satirizing the ban on the great lakes and mountains", Taizu was really far-sighted, and now there are many satirical poems scolding Fan Zhu. ”

Meng Yue: Let's just say that this Taizu has a broken heart all his life.

When "Taizu and Xuanwu Lake" were almost said, the carriage drove outside the pavilion, Lu Chuying took Meng Yue into the car, Wang Li was still riding a horse, and Lu Chuying had already ordered the servant to return the cloak to Wang Li. It was late at night when he returned to Changpingli, but Master Meng didn't sleep, and when he heard the sound of cars and horses, he opened the door of Meng Yuan and came out to look, and saw that the cars and horses came back and stopped at the door, which was a sigh of relief.

"Dad, why haven't you slept yet? ”

"You didn't come back, how can you sleep for your father. ”

The servant woman helped Meng Yue get out of the car, Meng Yue was worried that Master Meng would be cold, so he hurriedly drove people inside: "It's all old people, you have to pay attention to your body, you have to go to bed early and get up early, you have to pay attention to keeping warm, how can you wear so thin." ”

Lu Chuying: As soon as the father and daughter met, they only saw each other in their eyes, forget it, the apprentice went to make a little padded jacket, let's go home to find warmth.

"Good night, sir. ”

In the car, Lu Chuying couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head, thinking: It's okay, at least get a "good night".

"Oh, old man, go inside. ”

"Okay, villain, you go in too. ”

The father and daughter entered the garden one after the other, and the door slowly closed after they entered, Wang Li stared at the closed door for a long time, and he couldn't say what it was like in his heart.

PS: I am deeply aware that if this story is not named "Jewel in Front", it can also be named "The Daily Life of the Group of Brain Supplement Toxic People Around Me".