Xu Ruyan really wanted to explain to Xue Mu.

In fact, she really doesn't like to watch those things that love love.

She was afraid that Xue Mu would think that she was a woman who did not love herself.

After all, in this conservative atmosphere, women should learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and know calligraphy, how can they read these romance books? !

It's just that Xue Mu is not from this era, so he thinks this is normal.

Romance between men and women is what young people should do.

If you don't do it at this age, when will you do it?

Eighteen-year-old body, not Uncle Chen in the morning, so when you are old, you will come to pull out the weeping willows?

Eighteen-year-old girl, how can she satisfy her fantasy of wishful thinking without reading some scripts.

It's like some boys secretly watching the martial arts scenes of men and women, just out of curiosity.

After all, everyone is a righteous gentleman, how can it be just to vent their desires.

It's more about exploring the mystery of this.

So Xue Mu thinks this is very common.

He smiled and said, "Actually, it's okay, I can understand, and I also love to read novels." ”

"Childe, do you see it too?" Xu Ruyan was a little surprised.

"Do you have pen and ink in your room?" Xue Mu asked.

Xu Ruyan nodded: "Yes." ”

Xue Mu can't see it, and if he writes down the novel, it is estimated that it will be a little difficult.

That's when you need a ghostwriter.

And Xu Ruyan is undoubtedly the best candidate.

She had read a lot of books.

And under the teaching of Xu Jie, he has been reading and writing since he was a child.

The ability to express words must also be strong.

The point is, she has a good memory.

Say it herself, and she doesn't even have to repeat it, she can write out what she just said.

So he said, "Then go to your room." ”

Xu Ruyan was stunned for a moment, then blushed and said, "Good ......"

Soon, she led Xue Mu into her room.

Since the time he moved, Xue Mu has been in.

And he never went in again.

After all, a woman's boudoir, a big man to go in, not very good.

After Xu Ruyan entered the room, she began to lay out the paper, picked up the pen and said, "Childe, I'm fine." ”

"Hmm."

Xue Mu sat in front of her and asked, "Why don't you just tell me a novel that you like to read on weekdays?" ”

"Huh?" Xu Ruyan was a little embarrassed, but she still opened a script, looked at the story inside, and whispered: "This novel is about a general who falls in love with a princess, and then His Majesty gives marriage, and the two are together......"

"That's it?"

"Uh-huh."

Xue Mu couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that this plot should be conflicted or not, and whether he wanted to look forward to it or not.

It doesn't make the reader feel the urge to read it at all.

So he spoke: "Then I will tell the story of a scholar and a daughter of a former prime minister today." ”

"Scholar, daughter of Xiangguo?" Xu Ruyan's eyes widened.

"A long time ago, there was a former dynasty Cui Xiangguo who died of illness, and Mrs. Zheng took her daughter Yingying, the maid matchmaker and the little boy Huanlang and a group of more than 30 people, and the coffin of the Xiangguo returned to Boling, Hebei for burial."

"The road is blocked halfway, so I will stay temporarily at the Pufu Temple in Hezhong Province."

"At this time, scholar Zhang Heng went to Chang'an to catch the exam......"

Xue Mu naturally couldn't read out the original works of "The Legend of the West Chamber" one by one.

He can only tell the story well.

And Xu Ruyan has a good memory, as long as she listens to it once, she can express these contents in words.

That's it, Xue Mu read as he spoke.

Xu Ruyan remembered.

Suddenly, she spoke: "This Mrs. Cui is too bad!" ”

Xue Mu smiled: "You can't write a book with personal feelings. ”

"That son, did you tell me that the scholar and Yingying were together in the end?" Xu Ruyan seems to want to know the end of the story.

Xue Mu nodded: "Don't worry, we will be together in the end." ”

"That's good!"

Xu Ruyan happily continued to write.

One night passed, and Xue Mu told most of the story.

Xu Ruyan also wrote more than half of it.

He was worried that Xu Ruyan was a little tired, so he proposed: "I won't talk about it at an unknown date." ”

"Good!"

Xu Ruyan looked at the paper that was written all over, and couldn't help but read: "The little scholar's surname is Zhang, his name is Junrui, the word Junrui, the ancestor worships the Shangshu of the Ministry of Worship, unfortunately above fifty, died of illness, and lost his mother in the next year, Zhang Gongshu's sword is drifting, his fame is attempted, and he travels in all directions......"

Xue Mu was a little surprised.

The text written by Xu Ruyan is almost the same as the original book!

A talented woman is a talented woman.

Xu Ruyan said worriedly: "Childe, how did I write this?" ”

"It's well written, I'll take it to publication tomorrow and see if they're willing to print it and sell it."

"Good! ~”

Xu Ruyan then asked, "Childe, how can you have these stories?" Which storyteller are you listening to? ”

"Haha, no, when I was young, I listened to a teacher under a tree." Xue Mu casually made an excuse.

Xu Ruyan also envied this: "It's so good, I stayed in the house every day when I was a child, and I also want to go out to see it." ”

"If we have the opportunity in the future, we will also travel around the world." Xue Mu said with a smile.

"Really?!" Xu Ruyan was excited.

But the next second, she still shook her head: "No, before that, I must clear my father's grievances, I firmly believe that he is a good person." ”

"Okay, then wait until you clear your father's grievances, and then go and travel all over the world."

"Good!"

Xu Ruyan saw that Xue Mu had such a high evaluation of the words she wrote, so she took out the poems she had written before.

She said excitedly: "Childe, why don't I read the poem I wrote to you?" ”

"Okay, you read."

"The autumn wind is slowly rising, and the family and the country are sad.

The rivers and mountains are no longer there, and the wind and rain have never been forgotten.

The blue sky can't cover it, and the red sun is still high.

I wish to be strong in danger, and I will never forget. ”

After Xu Ruyan finished reading, she cautiously asked, "Childe, what do you think?" ”

"You are a girl's family, how can you write such frustrated feelings for your family and country?" Xue Mu couldn't help but laugh.

"Since I was a child, my father taught me to care about my family and country, my heart to care about the world, and to do something for the people of the world no matter how much I can do."

Xu Ruyan said, and said a little discouraged: "It's a pity that I haven't done anything so far, and now the Daqing Dynasty has lost the foreign war and the internal dynasty is chaotic, so I wrote this poem." ”

"If you think so, you're better than most people." Xue Mu comforted.

Xu Ruyan raised her head and asked curiously: "Childe, you have a lot of knowledge, why don't you write a poem and let Ruyan learn and learn?" ”

Xue Mu shook his head, "I'm just a rough person, how thick and coarse I am, how can I compose poetry." ”

"Childe, you can just sing a song." Xu Ruyan did not have the restrained appearance at the beginning, but began to be coquettish like a little girl.

Xue Mu thought about it, and could only finally speak: "Since you have written a poem about the feelings of the family and the country, then I will have a poem about the love between men and women." ”

"Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. ”

When Xue Mu was reading, Xu Ruyan was recording.

But when she was halfway through the poem, her expression became surprised.

This one.

What a poem......