In another meditation room, in the wide room, the little county lord at this moment has recovered his daughter's body, lying quietly on the table, holding his cheeks in a daze at a bottle of plum blossoms on the desk. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Plum blossoms are newly bloomed winter plums, and it is said that they are located in a corner of the temple, and a few branches are broken off from the tree early in the morning, and the florist in charge of flower arrangement will knock the plum blossoms into the plum vase and pose for a shape, which looks quite a bit like a lonely branch and proud snow.

A large pot of charcoal fire burned in the room, and the whole room was scorched warmly, and the Zen room at this moment did not have a little Zen room meaning, but had more boudoir taste.

With a "squeak", Xiao Baozi Chunyan opened the door outside, shook off the snowflakes and said, "Oops, I'm freezing to death!" ”

The little county lord said: "Close the door quickly, go to the brazier and roast!" ”

Chunyan hurriedly shook off the things in his arms, put the manuscript of the White Snake Biography on the table and said: "That rotten little liar is really treacherous, he has asked us for a hundred taels of silver!" As he spoke, he had a painful expression on his face.

The little county lord didn't care, just smiled and took the pages in front of him. Money really doesn't mean much to a Ming vassal king. It's not that she doesn't care, but the palace has too much money, in addition to the output in the usual fields, the court and the local government have to give their families a lot of subsidies every year.

These are all managed by her father and brother, and she is only responsible for the flowers.

"Chunyan, I'm a little hot, give me a thinner cloak." The little county lord took off the white hat and mink fur on his body, and then asked Xiao Baozi to take out a small red jacket and cover the upper body, with a green skirt and a red jacket and a white leader, reflecting her crimson cheeks, which looked extremely enchanting.

After tidying up his clothes, he chose a rather bright place to sit in front of the window upright, opened the thin book of stories he got from Liu Yuanshan, and looked at the big characters "The Legend of the White Snake" and the signature Liu Yuanshan on it, the little county lord couldn't help but sneer, and said: "The words are not very good!" ”

To be honest, Liu Yuanshan has been insisting on practicing calligraphy in the past few months, and now the words he writes are better than those that he just crossed over, I don't know how many times, but compared with those practitioners who have been practicing for decades, it is a little worse after all. For example, the biography of the White Snake he wrote, the handwriting on the cover is genuine, and he is already quite satisfied, but when he arrives at Miss Wangfu, it seems a little ordinary.

"Huh!" Turning the first page, looking at the full page of fly-headed Xiaokai, the little county lord couldn't help but be softly surprised, compared with the ordinary handwriting outside, the handwriting on these pages inside is really beautiful, although there is less elegant, but it is neat and upright to look at it is written by an extremely careful person.

Where would she have thought that these words were actually completed by the Golden Divine Book with the help of Liu Yuanshan.

Although I have listened to Liu Yuanshan's story very seriously, I can still absorb people's attention by holding it in my hand and reading the paper version. Although this story is written in the vernacular, the words are always just right, seemingly ordinary but with a unique charm, and the feelings are expressed just right.

The little county lord involuntarily sank into the book, read it again, sighed again, cried again, and broke his heart again.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window was gradually darkening.

"Alas!" The little county lord breathed a long sigh of relief, put down the pages of thin paper, and was still thinking about why there was such a poignant story in the world, Bai Suzhen really couldn't come out, is Xu Xian so old?

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a little resentful of Liu Yuanshan.

It's all this little liar, why do you want to write it like this, can't you let Xu Xian and the White Lady be together?

"A little liar with a rotten belly, a little money fan! Hum! ”

"Squeak!" The door was opened by an impolite person again, and the little county lord was about to scold a few words, but when she saw the tall figure at the door, she still swallowed the next words into her stomach, and had to get up in a hurry, and saluted the man: "Father, why are you here?" ”

Chunyan was startled, ran out suddenly, knelt on the ground and was about to kowtow, Xiangwang Zhu Yiming waved his hand and said: "If I don't come again, that little liar with a rotten stomach will make our county lord miss angry to death, right?" ”

"Father......" The little county lord snorted for a long time, and Zhu Yiming melted instantly.

"Don't kneel in Chunyan, get up, don't light a candle when it's so dark in the house!" The prince complained as he walked inside, took off his heavy coat, and stretched out his hand to rub it in front of the brazier like an ordinary person.

The sky outside was still bright, just a little dim, and it was still a while before it got dark, so Chunyan didn't light the candles now. But Zhu Yiming doesn't know why, he doesn't like the dark since a few years ago, and he has to light up the lights in slightly dark places. This may be the mentality of people after middle age.

As instructed, Chunyan lit more than a dozen candles in the room, and the light was panicked, and it suddenly brightened a lot.

Xiangwang Zhu Yiming is tall and slightly fat, looks like he is forty or fifty years old, with a Chinese face, revealing a little kindness in his majesty, especially when he sees his daughter, he has never had a straight face.

"This is the legend of the White Snake?" Zhu Yiming sat on the seat of his daughter just now with a smile, and asked with great interest in picking up the manuscript of the White Snake Biography.

"Yes, Father!"

"Well, sit next to the widow!" Zhu Yiming waved his hand, and then quickly opened the manuscript, only to read the first chapter of the first page, and then criticized without hesitation: "The words are vulgar, it shouldn't be from the hands of readers." His brows furrowed: "This word, okay!" ”

can get the two words "Shang Ke" from Xiangwang Zhu Yiming, which shows that the writing is really good.

After commenting, Zhu Yiming did not interrupt, but continued to read, after all, although the text is not very smooth, the storyline is really interesting.

He didn't quite believe it when he heard people describe the hot situation at the scene of the White Snake Legend Book, but now he believes it a point or two.

"It's fun, too!" After reading two pages, Zhu Yiming laughed and gradually integrated into the story, this look was out of control, like a long whale sucking the river, hearty, and read the end in one breath.

Even if he is as experienced in the world as Zhu Yiming, he can't help but sigh after reading such an ending.

"Father, how's it going?" The little county lord looked proud.

Zhu Yiming seemed to have completely forgotten the previous comment of the four words "vulgar and unbearable", smiled and said: "Qing'er, you little girl, make a fool of Lao Tzu!" After a pause, he said: "The story of this White Lady Yongzhen Leifeng Tower, I have seen it!" ”

"Huh?" The little county lord was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Father, you are saying, this, this, this story is not original to Liu Yuanshan, then he dares to accept me a hundred taels of silver with a black heart, see that I don't break his dog's legs!" ”