Father's and mother's conversation were naturally heard in Lin Yao's ears. Lin Yao only wanted to find a master carpenter to repair the latch, but he did not mention the matter at the dinner table, let alone talk back.

Back in the east wing, Lin Yao saw that the three little goblins were so peaceful, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

Lin Yao didn't disturb this tranquility, gently picked up the book of "Book of Songs" at the bedside, sat on a chair in front of the table, and read it leisurely. Daffodils came to a new environment, that is, she felt that everything was new, and she wanted to say a lot of things, but the young master did not mean to speak to her, which really made her depressed.

Quietly, the depression in Daffodil Hua'er's heart gradually eased, and she couldn't help but think of the old man's appearance when she looked at the young master, and felt funny. Daffodil couldn't help but let herself laugh out loud, and couldn't help but think about the old man's appearance, because the old man was now a young master, and the young master wanted her to forget those old years. Daffodil suddenly became a little worried: If I can't forget, will the young master really leave me?

Looking at the young master blankly, the love of the daffodils became subtle, because now the young master was sitting by his side, and he was by the young master's side like this, this feeling was particularly comfortable, and he was silently happy.

Lin Yao was quietly reading a book and waiting quietly.

This morning, the carp essence and the small river snail essence were originally preparing to thank Lin Yao and say goodbye, but now at this time, they are indifferent.

Due to the appearance of daffodils, the carp essence and the small river snail essence somehow, inexplicably, did not say thanks, and naturally there was no goodbye.

It was an unusually quiet afternoon, Lin Yao never spoke, the three little goblins did not speak, the family did not come to the east wing to disturb, and did not see the master carpenter come to repair the latch. It was already evening, Lin Yao put the "Book of Songs" in his hand back to the bedside and exhaled deeply.

In this half day, Lin Yao really hoped that the carp essence and the small river snail essence could say goodbye and leave, so that the pressure could be relieved, after all, from now on, with daffodils by his side, I am afraid that I will lose the other when I encounter an emergency.

However, it was inconvenient for Lin Yao to take away the carp essence, because she had killed her brother by mistake back then, and she felt guilty. Human nature, since Lin Yao has the soul of the earth, he has also had compassion, and he can't help but be very entangled.

Alas!

Lin Yao looked out the window, watching the autumn wind sweep away the fallen leaves, and sighed secretly.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat is naturally straight to the bridge. Entangled by human nature, Lin Yao will of course use human philosophy to explain, believing that there is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome.

As night fell, Lin Yao walked out of the room silently, and it was time for dinner.

After dinner, Lin Yao returned to the east wing and was still silent, quietly standing in the dark night to rest for a long time, then sat on the bed and practiced the "True Yuan Jue of Shun and Rebellion" alone, very hard. Before I knew it, two hours later, it was the dead of night again.

Lin Yao put away the exercises, sat cross-legged on the bed and rested for a while, and then moved the exercises again, which was to eliminate the demonic energy of the daffodils.

It took more than half an hour to completely remove the demonic energy left on the daffodils. As for the injury of the carp essence in the water tank, he has recovered well now, and Lin Yao naturally does not need to consume the true yuan for her tonight as he did in the past.

The merits were complete, and Lin Yao was inevitably a little tired, so he lay down and fell asleep with peace of mind.

In the following days, Lin Yao leisurely read the "Book of Songs" during the day, and practiced the "True Yuan Jue of Shun and Disobedience" alone for two hours at night, and then slept comfortably until the sun dried his buttocks.

These days, "The Book of Songs" has been read by Lin Yao over and over again, of course, the classics can be appreciated repeatedly, and you will not get tired of knowing how to taste it. It's just that Lin Yao was silent, so he stayed in the room with the three living goblins, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little bored after a long time.

More than ten days have passed, and the daffodils have been staying like that, and they haven't spoken here yet, but their hearts are calm, and they naturally have no regrets. Besides, in the past, when the old man entered a long hibernation in the cave, he was speechless for several months, and the daffodils have long been accustomed to such lonely days as snow, but now they can be regarded as reliving the feeling of the past and quietly enjoying the pleasure that has been lost for a long time.

In the morning, Lin Yao read a book casually, and suddenly felt something, so he stood up and relaxed and looked into the distance, the late autumn outside the window was particularly desolate, and the cold wind began to blow today. After a while, Lin Yao turned his head to look at the water tank, and sighed in his heart: It seems that the carp essence and the small river snail essence really have no intention of leaving.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Swimming back from it, it's like being in the middle of the water......"

Lin Yao hugged the "Book of Songs" with both hands, and suddenly he was so excited that he couldn't help but chant it. It is also a boring reading book for ten days, and the all-encompassing content of the "Book of Songs", the beautiful and simple words can touch the hearts of people in their temperament every time they read it, and even the blood burns, Qin Feng's tenderness and pride in "Pu Jia" can best express Lin Yao's mind at this moment.

Daffodil finally heard the young master's voice again, but it felt strange, not like before, it was very pleasant to listen carefully, but I didn't understand it. As if in the clouds, the daffodils were really confused: Is the young master talking to me?

When Xiaohe Luojing heard this guy reciting the poem again, although he was not as annoyed as last time, he was also confused and ignorant when he heard it.

The carp spirit listened attentively, although it seemed to understand or not, but it was a long-awaited expectation, and it suddenly came at this moment, and I was really moved.

"Is that Yao'er chanting poetry?" Lin Yi in the main hall held a teacup, a little surprised.

"If it's not him, then who else will there be?" Fang Fei, who was sitting on the right, smiled, "He stays in his room all day long, like a girl's house, the door does not go out of the door, and the "Book of Songs" has long been memorized by him, and he has not been tired of reading it, but has become more energetic." ”

"Oh?" Lin Yi was stunned for a moment and smiled, "Yao'er loves reading so much, you are still not happy." ”

"Happy! Why aren't you happy?" Fang Fei looked at her husband a little narrowly and responded, "If Yao'er participates in the imperial examination, she will definitely not only be a talent, but it is not impossible to be named on the gold list." ”

"Hehe......"

Although Lin Yi was speechless, he was very useful in his heart.

In this late autumn season, the cold wind is blowing outside, and the whole tree is very relaxed.

"Nianyi, who came up with your name?" Mingxiang asked leisurely, leaning against the pillar in the hallway.

"My grandfather gave it to me, because the day I was born was the twenty-first day of the winter month, so he named me Twenty-one. ”

"I thought it was taken from the young master Fang Cai's "Pu Jia", 'Pu Jia is pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren, on the water side', what a beautiful artistic conception. ”

"It would be nice if I could also be literate......"

Nian Yi approached Mingxiang and leaned against the pillar of the corridor and sighed.

Lin Yaoxing's chanting did not take into account the penetrating power of the sound, even if the east wing room was arranged with a soundproof barrier, it also made the whole village hear it.

"The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

Su Luo was the age of knowing Mu Shaoai, and he was sitting on the steps of the gate at the moment, chewing on this sentence.

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