Wind Spirit?

Wind Spirit!

Minsa's mind quickly searched for the name. www.biquge.info She knew that this name was very familiar, she had seen it in the records of the Heavenly Chosen Court about the demon race. It's just that I was stuck in the corner of my memory for a while, and I couldn't think clearly.

"And then, how do you write it? What's wrong with what I wrote before? The gardener, Yi Ren, interrupted her thoughts and asked.

Yes! That's right!

In the history of the Golden Family, it was recorded that the national teacher had seven apprentices. They used to be the Golden Family, the pride and banner of the entire Demon Land.

Among them, the youngest apprentice of the national teacher is a woman, she has a lot of age difference with the rest of the apprentices, and she is quite loved by the national teacher, and this youngest apprentice is called Feng Ling!

However, the details of the seven apprentices are not recorded in detail in the annals. Moreover, more than 20 years ago, I don't know what happened to the Golden Family, and that period of history was a blank in the records of the Heavenly Chosen Garden.

However, it can be confirmed that after many years, the seven apprentices of the national teacher are undoubtedly the proprietress who are now in charge of the Xuanji Pavilion.

Then, the wind spirit is the boss lady, and the boss lady is the wind spirit! Over the years, no one has blurted out the name of Fengling, but the name of the proprietress has been scorched all over the north and south of the Hengjiang River.

In this way, it can be more certain that this old-fashioned old man who admires the proprietress of Xuanji Pavilion is the owner of Tianxuan Garden, Yi Ren.

"You have a crush on her?" Minsa retracted his distant thoughts, and saw that the old man was already in a hurry, so he raised his eyebrows and asked.

The old man's old-fashioned face flushed, and he actually lowered his head, like a young man who was just beginning to fall in love, quite cute. In fact, this look can be regarded as an answer.

But according to his very reasonable temperament, after a while, he actually controlled his expression, raised his head and replied solemnly: "Yes." ”

Mingsa laughed secretly in his heart, he had never encountered such a personality, and he was so old-fashioned that he looked clumsy and cute. Thinking back to seeing the draft of Thaksin's letter yesterday, Minsa coughed and said, "Have you ever done anything you owe her before?" ”

The old man's eyebrows moved slightly, and the gloomy clouds reflected in his eyes, making his eyes have an extra layer of impenetrable sand fog. This question is like a sharp thorn, piercing the most painful place in the heart.

If others mentioned these past events for no reason, the owner of the garden, Yi Ren, might rush forward uncontrollably and hold that person's throat in his hand tightly.

But the girl just asked the question indifferently, without a trace of superfluous emotion, without a hint of temptation, just stating a fact. On the contrary, it was the least stimulating to Yi Ren, and besides, he had to ask others for advice, so there was no reason to put on a bad face.

Yi Ren gasped, slowed down, and then said solemnly: "There is indeed a debt." ”

This heavy emotion brought Minsa into a little melancholy, but Minsa instantly waved his head, signaling himself not to be affected by him. He raised his voice and said, "If you want her to be happy, you can't always bring up the sad past." ”

Seeing that the old man looked at him seriously, Ming Sa paused and continued: "The biggest problem with your letter yesterday is here. It can be seen that what you said in your letter is just to want her to forget the unhappiness of the past and enjoy the present and the present..."

Hearing this, Yi Ren nodded heavily and said yes again and again.

"But you keep saying that you want her to forget the past, but you, the letter mentions the past unpleasantly, how do you want her to forget?"

Well! Be!

The owner of the garden, Yi Ren, nodded repeatedly, and there was a sudden realization in his eyes: "However, if you don't write this, we don't have much to do with each other, what should I write in my letter?" ”

"If you admire her, why don't you pour out your admiration?" Minsa asked flatly.

"Huh?" Yi Ren was a little surprised, as if to say, can you still be so straightforward?

Minsa involuntarily glanced at him, as natural as throwing a roll of the eyes at him. This look is telling him, pursuing a woman, don't want to be straightforward and want to be more graceful?

"The purpose of writing is to let her know your affection for her, not to bring back painful memories for her, isn't it?" Minsa asked rhetorically.

Yi Ren was speechless, this girl really got to the point. I mentioned the past over and over again, and I still want to persuade her to forget the pain? It's really self-deception, and you can't even let go of yourself, isn't it?

"So, how do I write it?" After Yi Ren's reaction, he asked again.

Minsa took a breath and exhaled deeply, this old man really doesn't have much talent for love, and he must not say a few more words.

"Is she beautiful?" Minsa pondered for a moment, then asked.

"Beautiful!"

"Is she smart?"

"Very smart!" Yi Ren replied sneeringly, and after speaking, he also picked up the corners of his mouth. Minsa knew in his heart that this old man of Mu Ne, the woman he liked must be very aura.

"Then is she gentle?"

I thought that this old man would continue to answer "gentle", but he didn't expect him to hesitate for a moment, and seemed to be very entangled in this answer, but in the end, he made up his mind and said: "Not gentle." ”

Minsa was about to blurt out the words he had prepared, but he choked on his answer and coughed. If it was around other people, this joke was enough for Minsa to laugh and bend over.

But beside this serious old man, if you smile and bend over, he may be seriously angry, so don't mess with him.

However, thinking back to the words and demeanor of the proprietress of Xuanji Pavilion, it is indeed not gentle and ladylike, this old man is really a stereotypical person who must be sincere.

Yi Ren also seemed to feel that his answer was a bit excessive, and actually said that his sweetheart was not gentle, so he was silent for a while.

Mingsa adjusted his emotions, held back his smile, waved his hand at him and said, "Then avoid mentioning the gentleness!" ”

Yi Ren still listened carefully and bowed his head.

"Since she is beautiful and intelligent, you praise her in your letter." Minsa spread his hands out.

Yi Ren bowed his head again, pondered for a moment, and then he spoke: "I understand, I'll write it first, and then I'll show you." ”

Minsa raised an eyebrow, signaling that it was okay.

Yi Ren thought solemnly, picked up the pen from time to time, and then fell into contemplation and entanglement from time to time, coming and going, grinding and grinding. Minsa had been reading the book for a while in the Heavenly Chosen Garden, and when it came out, he had not yet finished it.

Minsa was a little impatient, and looking at his depressed appearance, he should not be able to write any good words of praise.

"Show me first." Minsa stretched out his hand and asked the old man to look at the paper in his arms.

The owner of the garden, Yi Ren, seemed to hesitate, but in the end he obediently handed the letter to Minsa. Minsa glanced at it, this kind of letter, what is it to chase the woman? It's impossible in this life.

Although Minsa had tried his best to control his expression, Yi Ren still saw what she meant, and muttered to himself, "I also know that it can't..."

"In this way," Minsa said, returning the paper to him, "I will dictate and you will write." ”

Yi Ren nodded twice. Seeing that Mingsa turned his back on his back with a posture, Lang Sheng blurted out words of admiration and longing for the woman. While he followed the writing firmly, he also interrupted Minsa's words from time to time, indicating that she could not use what she said, it was too explicit.

Minsa occasionally took his advice, a little more subtle. But most of them still write according to their own hearts, after all, she knows best what women like to hear.

When the letter was finally written, Yi Ren was already sweating profusely in the cool wind, and he didn't know if he was excited or nervous. He raised his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat, folded the letter carefully, and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Go, deliver the letter." (To be continued.) )