Knowing Wu Muxin's hard-mouthed and soft-hearted temperament, Su Qinghuang was not depressed, glanced at the yellow corner of the book that showed a little under the soft brocade pillow on the bed, walked over and gently pulled it out, looked at the three big characters of "Nian Nujiao" on the cover, and smiled. Wu Muxin was just about to get up to stop it, but Su Qinghuang's eyes were fast, and it was too late.

As if he knew that his little bit of caution had been caught, he simply couldn't read the book, so he simply stepped forward and snatched the thin booklet and hurriedly closed it, put it in the deepest part of the wardrobe, and then sat at the head of the bed with his knees crossed, staring at his white and delicate feet, and did not speak.

"Reading at night on this big night, I think Mu Xin is worried about the next way of the Su family, but it should be a combination of work and rest, otherwise I will be tired, and the old and young of the family will not blame me, saying that I am not even distressed by my daughter-in-law, which is really a big sin. Su Qinghuang said with a smile, gently stepped forward to hold Wu Muxin's slender hand, and played with it carefully. There is a broken light of the oil lamp leaking on it, and it is like sprinkling pieces of broken jade, lining more and more transparently, and the feather is streamer.

Wu Muxin glanced at him, and with a clever hand, it was even more slippery than the loaches in the field, and suddenly broke free from Su Qinghuang's hands. It seems that after a kiss on Dabi, this guy's skin is getting thicker and thicker, and his hands are getting thinner and thinner.

"When I taught the two little girls to read and read today, I heard them talk about this "Nian Nujiao", saying that it was written by a strange woman in the capital, and the writing is indeed unique, but because when she was young, she divorced her husband, and the book was written by her, and it was good to look at it for a little pastime, and it was really obsessed with it, which would really make people feel melancholy, and add sorrow in vain. Su Qinghuang smiled faintly, and under the swaying fire of the oil lamp, he was particularly demonic, and added another sentence.

"What's more, this kind of childish story, it's okay to deceive the little woman, in my eyes, it's really a bit unacceptable. Just like the chapter you read before, Miss Scholar newlywed Yan'er, just when you and I are nong, the scholar needs to go to Beijing to catch the exam, the long road is long, in the wilderness of the ancient temple, was a demon fox turned into a woman confused, said that the woman was born how charming, so that the high school champion returned to his hometown, Zhuangyuan Lang took a leave of absence from the family for several months to wait for his wife, and finally happened to pass by here The old Taoist practice, so that the champion Lang regained his mind, but the wife was heartbroken, and finally had an epiphany in the nunnery, the green light ancient Buddha, but the rest of his life. Tell me how sinister the intentions of the person who made up this story. ”

"I am not satisfied, so I hope that all women in the world are like her, and I can't see the love of other people's husbands and wives. Su Qinghuang shook his head slightly, looking like he was really like this.

What's more, there are many loopholes in this story, such as Zhuangyuanlang, which is clearly written about the prosperity of literature and thought, like the stars of the heavens, such a masterpiece, in fact, he has fulfilled the meaning of the sage book, the disciple of Confucius, there must be a little Confucian righteousness in his chest, how can he be so easily confused by a little demon fox, and he wants to divorce his wife. I also want that woman, in the book, I write how to be infatuated, in order to ask the old Taoist priest to let her husband free, I am willing to die, but in the end I suddenly changed my temperament, and I am willing to be accompanied by the ancient Buddha and escape into the empty door. There is also an old Taoist priest, it is really too sloppy, so he didn't even explain the following text, what will you do after you say that this old thing catches the fox spirit. Su Qinghuang shook his head, and refuted this article worthlessly in one breath.

Wu Muxin was noncommittal, buried his face in the navy blue quilt, and felt that his face was really hot, obviously he was tired all day during the day, and he thought about flipping through the story at will at night to relax his mind, but he was caught by Su Qinghuang and didn't say anything, and was refuted for such a pass, so he just wanted to drive out this guy who was chattering in front of him, and he couldn't hold back the cold posture of the previous moment.

Su Qinghuang gently took Wu Muxin's face out of the quilt, no matter how many times he had seen it before, such a close distance still made Su Qinghuang slightly dazzling, like a dream in the clouds, and then said in a daze: "If you really like stories, I still have a little bit of literature and ink in my belly, listen to these handsome scholars all day long, what is there to listen to the stories of Miss Wanyue, let me tell you an atmospheric story that I have never heard before, well, the name of this story is called, The Princes of the Beacon Opera." ”

Looking at the warm white porcelain face in front of him, thin as paper, Su Qinghuang smiled and slowly told the story, "Once upon a time, there was a small country, the king was named King Zhou You, and he had a beautiful concubine named Bao Xi. What is born is a national color and heavenly fragrance. It's just a pity that Bao Xi doesn't like to laugh in her life, which is the same as you. ”

Su Qinghuang's tone was gentle, as if coaxing the father of a child, and continued: "King Zhou You must be very fond of Bao Xi, the mansion is beautiful and beautiful, and he is never stingy, but he still doesn't see the slightest smile. After trying a thousand ways but not working out, he finally took the plunge and came up with one last move. ””

"The beacon tower is used to transmit the place to report the enemy's situation, every time the northern barbarians enter the country to burn and loot, the soldiers stationed on the platform will light the beacon fire and wolf smoke, and quickly deliver news to the imperial court, which can be said to be the foundation of the imperial court. King Zhou You was in a peaceful and prosperous world, ordered people to light the wolf smoke, and the princes around the country thought that there was a war at the border, and they gathered troops to the capital and traveled to the starry night, thinking that they were the king of Qin. King Zhou You and Bao Xi stood at the head of the city, seeing these generals all the way to the dust, dusty, and one by one, they still couldn't figure out what the situation was. ”

At this moment, the praise that had not seen a smile for a long time finally smiled, and I never knew what kind of touching smile was at that time. Thinking about it at this time, it is estimated that even that piece of heaven and earth will lose its color under this smile, and all the men and women in the world will fall for it. At that time, an old prime minister said that within a thousand years, there should be no such stunning appearance, but this woman's appearance is too much, messing with the king's heart and lungs, and it will eventually be a disaster for the country and the people. Therefore, the whole country begged King Zhou You to confuse him, and the king was angry and killed three important ministers, but there was no sound in the end. ”

"What happened later turned out to be as predicted by the old prime minister, a year later, the northern barbarians planned for a long time, and finally entered the country in a big way and went straight to Beijing. This time, there was wolf smoke on the beacon tower, but the princes from all walks of life who had been on the throne once only regarded it as their own king once again smiled for Bo Hongyan, and no one paid attention to it. The northern wolf rode all the way through, such as entering the realm of no one, approaching the capital, the king of Zhou You knew that it was difficult to escape, and stood at the head of the city with Bao Xi, laughed heroically, and then committed suicide to thank the world, and the world has since had the allusion of the princes of the beacon fire. After saying so much in one breath, Su Qinghuang was really dry, picked up the teacup on the table and moistened his throat, only to feel that this tea was extraordinarily sweet and had a long aftertaste, and then said.

"The world says that Zhou died in praise, I don't agree, it is too wronged to blame the entire dynasty for the demise of a woman. In the hearts of those men, women have never been just accessories of the government, when they need it, they treat each other with good words, and when they don't need it, they will throw it aside, and even give death because they are involved in disputes. If someone really knew the state of mind of King Zhou You at that time and put it down to the pen, I guess he and Bao Xi would not regret it before they died. ”

"He, King Zhou You, is not a qualified emperor, the emperor should be responsible for anyone in the world, but he can be called a qualified husband. ”

But Wu Muxin didn't care about Su Qinghuang's rhetoric behind her, she only remembered that in the story, the beautiful girl named Bao Xi, the king of Zhou You, and that one, what a magnificent fireworks, so she looked directly at Su Qinghuang's eyes and asked unconsciously.

"If Bao Xi is like other fans in the Six Palaces, serving the king with a smile every day, then King Zhou You, is he not so loving. "I have to say that a woman like Wu Muxin is really thoughtful, and she is really scary.

Su Qinghuang was in a trance, and then he didn't hesitate at all, "Maybe it is, maybe it's not, I'm not King Zhou You after all, and I can't figure out the king's imperial mental technique." All I know is that when she laughs, she must not be as good-looking as you. ”

The gentle and serious god did not answer this question head-on, but Wu Muxin's smart eyes, like thin clouds before the rain, were stacked in them, which made Su Qinghuang a little cautious, feeling that although this answer was not the one asked, it was the most marginal. So he secretly put his hand on the top of Mu Xin's head, rubbed it gently, and continued in the most gentle voice: "Okay, it's just a story, there are thousands of stories in the world, if you really like it, I'll tell you one every day, until the day my life ends, you can say it's good." ”

Wu Muxin's voice came in a muffled voice, "Whoever wants to listen to your broken story is a lie." Next time, the next time I talk about a more complete one, it is best for the scholar to be seduced but unmoved, and to marry his wife for a lifetime, so that it is good. ”

Su Qinghuang smiled slightly and continued, "Okay, then I'll tell you a story tomorrow about how an unlikable scholar became the best great man in the world step by step under the teaching of his child daughter-in-law." But there was no response, Su Qinghuang smiled and lowered his head, Wu Muxin's head had been completely buried in Su Qinghuang's not broad shoulders, and there was a slight wetness on it.

Who would have thought that this talent is tilted towards the younger generation of Qingjun County, supporting the entire dilapidated Su family, she is unparalleled and wise. However, she is a little girl who is a few months younger than her Su Qinghuang, how can anyone remember how much she has borne over the years, and how stubborn she has been.

"However, this drooling problem is really. Su Qinghuang smiled and gently touched his stomach with his fingers, and it was crystal silk and shining.

Gently lay Wu Muxin flat on the bed, covered with a brocade quilt, Su Qinghuang sat down at the table, with the little oil of the wick, looking at the old pile of documents on the table, there are the Su family, the Li family, and the Bai family, these unknown battles, intriguing with a group of old monsters every day, it is really exhausting, she has too much mental strength.

Su Qinghuang gently closed the window and muttered to himself, "Really, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Next, let me do some more for you, a small amount. ”