I didn't understand what the first four sentences meant, Yun Porcelain Ning held her cheeks and thought about it for a long time, and only thought of a sentence similar to "light and slow twist and pick and wipe busy", and felt that this poem was writing and listening to the pipa. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

No, listen to the lute!

If she remembers correctly, that Shuyue girl from Qiong Xianyuan is the best at playing the pipa, right? Thinking about it now, the first time she looked at the little yellow chicken, it was wrong, thinking of this, Yun Corning couldn't help but pout and snort coldly, and felt more and more annoying about this poem.

"Return the silver plate, the jade dew, the warbler, phew." Doesn't it mean that Shuyue's face is as white as a silver plate, and her voice is as good as a warbler? Hmph, why don't you think she hasn't read?

Turning to the second page in a huff, he continued in a very disdainful tone: "Yingying dew drips wet peonies, and fluttering pink butterflies secretly steal fragrance." ”

"Gross! Butterflies collect honey and secretly steal incense, what is the difference between them and those fat powder poets in history! Hmph, bullshit. Yun Cining felt angry when she thought that the poem in front of her might have been written by Xiao Huangji for other women, and she began to belittle it indiscriminately, and continued to read it with the urge to tear up the book: "Pour red candles on the night boat, and go to the witch with the fish...... Witch...... , go to the ...... "Go to Wushan?"

This time, Yun Porcelain Ning was completely stunned, what kind of ghost book is this? Even if she doesn't know much about the dictionaries in the poem, what the word Wushan Yunyu means, as an author who writes Xiaohuangwen all the year round, ah no, writes novels, she still knows.

So his hand trembled even more, and he opened the third page, Yun Yuning didn't dare to look at what was behind, he only tilted his head and lay on the desk, aiming the page at the sun, and the painting printed on the back of the third page loomed.

"Bang" immediately closed the book, a small heart beat wildly, the face has already become hot, the little yellow chicken has really become a little "yellow" chicken, there is this hidden in the study! Seed! Book! Looking back now, the first few lines of poetry are really "quite meaningful", where is it written that butterflies collect honey and peonies bloom, this stepping horse is clearly ......

Just as he was about to put the book back as it was, Feng Jue's voice sounded outside, and the startled Yun Yuning's hand shook, almost falling off the chair, and quickly got up and walked around to the front of the desk, swallowed his saliva, and vigilantly observed the situation outside.

"The white girl said that she wanted to find two books, "Shuowen Jie Zi" and "Erya", and the slave maid led her in." It seems that Feng Jue didn't see Yun Chening when she came back, and she was looking for her.

These words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and Feng Jue was directly scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and his voice trembled a little, "She's in the study now?" ”

"Exactly."

Feng Jue's voice became louder and louder, and it seemed that he was about to reach the door, Yun Chening realized that he was still holding the book tightly in his hand in a panic, and when he turned around, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he quickly plugged it, and he had to stuff the book into a place where no one could see it, and he must not let the little yellow chicken find out.

"Squeak", the door was opened by Feng Jue, and the scene that caught his eye was Yun Ci Ning leaning in front of the desk, holding a copy of "Chu Ci" in both hands to read "with relish", and pretending to say while watching: "Tonight, see this beloved." Zi Xi Zi Xi, such a good person! ”

Feng Jue twitched the corner of his mouth, "Little white porcelain, you are reading the Book of Songs." "If you look closely, the book in your hand is reversed.

Yun Chenning, who was seen through, hurriedly turned the book in a different direction and leaned towards the center of the desk, trying to block Feng Jue's sight, and laughed: "Little Yellow Chicken, why did you come back so quickly?" Pretty good about the fabric? ”

Feng Jue saw that she kept moving towards the desk, and said in her heart that Xiao Bai Porcelain didn't find something, and regretted it in her heart, since she said that she could be allowed to enter the study at will, why didn't she put the book away in advance? In case she is discovered by Xiao Bai Porcelain, what does she think of herself?

Image, the handsome and dashing image he had built up with great difficulty collapsed.

"Uh...... Look at it, you can cut clothes when you measure the size equally. Feng Jue's eyes kept glancing behind Yun Jianing, and when Yun Jianing saw him like this, he quickly tilted his head and blocked directly in front of Feng Jue, "What kind of fabric did you choose for me?" ”

"Warmer." Feng Jue replied casually, still thinking about his book.

"What's it like to be warmer?" Yun Cining chased after him.

"I just came back, I'm a little thirsty, have a cup of tea." If Xiao Baici didn't find out, he would have to find a chance to hide the book quickly. Feng Jue bypassed Yun Ci Ning and wanted to get the teacup on the desk, but he didn't expect Yun Ci Ning to suddenly bump into it, and the rice paper fell to the ground one after another as before, and the blue book cover was exposed in front of the two of them The moment Yun Ci Ning and Feng Jue were both stunned.

Yun Cining heart: Lie in the groove, this position is not placed correctly, the little yellow chicken must be able to see that I read the little yellow book!

Feng Jue's heart: God, earth, this position is not placed correctly, the little white porcelain must know that I read the little yellow book!

Huzi's voice suddenly sounded at the door of the room, breaking the deadlock, "Uncle Feng, are you back?" Are there any books on martial arts for me to read? ”

"Huh?" Feng Jue didn't react for a while, so he saw Yun Chenning grabbing a book from the desk at random with lightning speed and stuffing it to Huzi, "Give it, take a good look at it, don't come back if you don't understand it, do you hear it!" ”

"Oh." Huzi seemed to understand and held the book in his arms, as happy as if he had obtained a martial arts cheats, although Yun Cining was a little fierce, but he didn't care, turned around and ran.

It wasn't until Yun Zining turned around and found that Feng Jue's big mouth was about to be able to stuff an egg into it that she realized what she had done...... She, the book she handed to Huzi, was exactly ......

"It's over, it's over, the flowers and bones of the motherland are going to be destroyed by me." Yun Yuning didn't care what Feng Jue said anymore, and hurriedly ran out with her skirt, wanting to chase Huzi back.

Only Feng Jue, who was still petrified, was left behind, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, what kind of sin did this create!

A tragedy caused by a little yellow book!

Huzi who got the book found a secluded place to sit, it happened that Chunhua was singing next to him, Huzi roughly flipped through it, there were very few words on it, and he couldn't understand much, and when he turned to the third page, he saw a painting, and he was excited: "This book still has a painting, Huahua you see!" ”

"Books with pictures? What is it? Chunhua stopped singing, and came to Huzi to look at him together, and after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see a reason, "Brother Huzi, do you understand?" ”

"I don't understand." Huzi was also at a loss.

The body was suddenly wrapped in a shadow, and the two children raised their heads in unison to take a look, Beiluo, who was wearing a hood, was bending over and blinking her big eyes to stare at the painting above like them, "What kind of book are you reading, so serious, show me too." ”