When Yang Bufan heard this, he was a little puzzled, but when he saw Mu Jianping's face, he remembered Mu Jianping's Burmese personality, and it would definitely be embarrassing to feed her by himself, so he smiled and said, "Since you are not hungry, then I will tell you a story!"

Mu Jianping glanced at the pastry in his hand and blinked, "Well, I like to listen to stories the most! What story do you tell me?"

"Let me tell you a story about Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. Yang Bufan thought for a moment, then remembered some classic episodes, and regardless of whether it was appropriate or not, he came to one casually.

Mu Jianping had never heard the story of the butterfly, and when he heard him tell this story that would be passed down through the ages, he forgot about the pastry for a while and listened carefully.

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are probably the earliest romance dramas in China, and the sensational effect is incomparable.

Of course, taking advantage of this gap, the pastry in Yang Bufan's hand was also handed over from time to time, Mu Jianping had already listened attentively, and Xiaozui did not refuse to come, and he ate seven or eight pieces of hard work in a short time.

But as the story deepened, when the little girl heard that Marven had forced Zhu Yingtai to death, and when Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai turned into butterflies, she was already in tears, and she didn't want to take the pastries again.

With tears in his eyes, he said: "This Marven is really a villain." Liang Shanbo is also a fool, why can't he see that Zhu Yingtai is a woman?"

Yang Bufan said with a smile: "It is precisely because I can't see it that this story can be passed down through the ages." If you see it, it will become a full moon, and it will not be widely spread. ”

The little county lord wiped away his tears, glared at him and said, "Brother Yang, why are you so kind-hearted, such a tragic story, and still laughing? ”

Mu Jian was indeed a kind girl, so involved in the plot that she was deeply dissatisfied with Yang Bufan's hippie smile.

From the meeting to the present, it is the first time that Mu Jianping has spoken like this to Yang Bufan!

"It's obviously two people who are happy with each other, why can't they end up married?" asked the little county lord softly with tears in his eyes.

"The world is unpredictable, you are still too young, when you grow up, you will slowly understand. Yang Bufan knew that this little girl had grown up in Mu Wang's Mansion since she was a child, with fine clothes and jade food, and Mu Jiansheng also doted on her, so she didn't have any experience, so she hurriedly enlightened her.

At this time, he talked to Mu Jianping, as if he was facing his sister, naturally and cordially.

Who knew that Mu Jianping snorted lightly, and although he couldn't move, he still blinked his eyes: "Who said that I am young, I will be seventeen after the New Year." My mother was already married to my father when I was my age. ”

Speaking of getting married, the little girl's face still blushed involuntarily.

Yang Bufan laughed twice and did not speak.

He raised his sleeves again, and gently wiped the debris at the corner of Mu Jianping's mouth, probably because Mu Jianping ate the pastry just now, only to see a faint oily glow on his lips, and the originally bright red lips were now even more seductive, looking at the red lips that were close at hand, Yang Bufan raised his head and kissed lightly on the latter's lips.

For a moment, Mu Jianping was stunned, when his lips parted for a while, Mu Jianping suddenly cried out, Yang Bufan didn't expect his whim, so that Mu Jianping reacted so much, and was about to express his heart, who would have thought that Mu Jianping opened his mouth and said, "Brother Yang, let's kiss, am I going to have a baby!"

Yang Bufan may not have dreamed that Mu Jianping, who was still a little uneasy because of his identity as a eunuch just now, was so innocent now, he smiled helplessly and shook his head...

In the end, under Yang Bufan's explanation, Mu Jianping understood that only when he entered the cave room would he have children, but he didn't say a word about what he did in the cave room, because he didn't want to destroy Mu Jianping's innocence.

And Mu Jianping, who had eased up, looked at the pastries that had been eaten by himself, and said with some embarrassment, "Brother Yang, I ate all the pastries, you..."

"It's okay, I'm not going to eat it!"

"But you haven't eaten yet, aren't you hungry?" asked the little county lord innocently.

"Of course I'm hungry, but I'm satisfied when I see you, because your beauty has filled me..."

When the little county lord heard the sound of "ah", he closed his eyes, and the kiss just now had already been abandoned to the clouds...

What woman in the world doesn't want her favorite person to praise her beauty?

That night, Yang Bufan put some dishes in the courtyard are all Yunnan specialties, the little county lord is from Yunnan, Yang Bufan is naturally to his liking, but this acupoint Yang Bufan was not able to unravel it, mainly because the position was too embarrassing, and the little county lord was unwilling, so he hugged Mu Jianping to the chair in the courtyard and sat down, and he also sat down next to the little county lord.

"This bright moon is in the sky, and being able to watch the moon with a beauty like the little lord is also a great joy in life!"

After a few previous compliments, the little county lord was also used to being called Yang Bufan.

The two ate for a while, looking at the moon in the sky, Yang Bufan suddenly stood up and sang, "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces..."

"Giggles, Brother Yang, are you also reciting poetry?"

"No, it's poetry!"

"Hee-hee, I'll do poetry like this too!"

Looking at the happy appearance of the little county lord, Yang Bufan smiled and said, "Oh, I didn't expect the little county lord to also compose poems, so, if you think I do a good job in this poem, call me a good brother, if I don't do well, then I will call you a good sister, what do you think?"

When Mu Jianping heard this, his face immediately turned red, "Brother Yang, you are bullying others!"

"I didn't bully you, but this poem is not finished yet, do you dare to gamble with me!"

Although he knew that whether he won or lost, it was Yang Bufan who took advantage, but Mu Jianping still responded, and Yang Bufan, who saw this, shook his head and said

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces,

Five, six, seven, eight.

Nine slices, ten slices, eleven slices,

It's not as good as Ping'er Shenyu Yan (Yan)!"

His poem seems to be an ordinary limerick poem, but in fact it is praising Mu Jianping, the latter is also born by everyone, where will he not understand, immediately his face was even more blushing, but his heart was extremely happy, Mu Jianping only felt that although she was pointed out today and could not move, but this day was the sweetness that she had not experienced for more than ten years.

First of all, the fright of being caught, then the joy of reuniting with Yang Bufan, the touching of butterflies, the excitement of kissing, and the sweetness of limericks, today I have experienced life all over again!

Mu Jianping only felt that Yang Bufan was so handsome and elegant standing in the moonlight at this time, as if he was the person in his heart, so he blurted out "Good brother!"