Now Mu Yurong has been standing in the wood.

Ling Xiang was also at a loss.

Ling Xiangkankan came out of the room, and happened to meet Mu Yurong, who was thinking hard, so she sat down and touched the door together.

Ling Xiang had also heard those poems from Mr. Ji, but he quickly forgot the softness of his rhetoric, let alone whose poems they were.

While listening to Mu Yurong chanting the name of the poem, she also used a thin pen to write it down on the paper.

Immediately, he shook his head with a wry smile and said annoyedly.

"Not to mention poetry, I haven't even heard the name of the poem. ”

Today's Ling Xiang, words and emotions, are more lively than yesterday.

Mu Yurong also pressed her head and said angrily.

"I don't believe it, I can't see through these puzzles. ”

"There must still be some clues, I have left it behind. ”

Mu Yurong thought about it vigorously, but in addition to the poems in her mind, she only had Xie Wuyi's warm smile, and she really couldn't think of anything else.

Ling Xiang also thought.

Maybe because of the pleasure, the brain spun rapidly, clapped his hands one after another, and said with a smile.

"And, there'......"

"I still remember that every time I read a poem, there would be a string of numbers, which should also mean something. ”

It's just that string of numbers, and the second daughter can't remember it.

Ling Xiang hooked her index finger, pointed to the door, and said.

"That dead ghost has always had a good memory. ”

As a result, hope also appeared on Mu Yurong's face.

The two of them crept to the door and whispered to hear what was going on behind the door.

I heard him say inside.

"Don't move. ”

Mu Yurong didn't care so much, and ran back to the small table with a smoke, but Ling Xiang froze in front of the door, not moving.

The door shallow was pulled open, revealing his face.

He pinched Ling Xiang's ear lightly and said.

"Eavesdropping on what?"

Ling Xiang was clearly not in pain, and muttered.

"You, you, you...... Let go. ”

He just picked up his pretty ears and walked slowly into the hall.

Ling Xiang yelled.

"Oh, ouch, my ears are going to be lost. ”

Mu Yurong, who screamed so much that she turned her head, couldn't hold back her smile.

Mu Yurong said with a smile.

"Leave Sister Ling alone. ”

Ling Xiang was also aggrieved.

"Yes, yes. People just want to hear if you're snoring. ”

Mu Yurong covered her mouth, held back her laughter, and pretended to be serious.

"When people are not middle-aged, they snore, but the body's nutrition can't hold it. Sister Ling eavesdropped, she cares about you. ”

Ling Xiang pouted and said.

"You still don't appreciate it, you still twist your ears. ”

sang and harmonized, and even shook his head when he said it.

He saw the poems and inscriptions written by Ling Xiang on the table, and he said.

"Those numbers, there are two strings, I remember. ”

"A string is four, two, one, three; ”

Mu Yurong couldn't remember the number, but she remembered the order, and when Mr. Ji blurted out, he looked at him for a while.

So the three of them lined up at the table.

"Spring Hometown" corresponds to four, "Sutonglu River Sends Guangling Old Tour" is the same as two, "Song on the River" is one, "Riverside Pear Flower" echoes with three.

If you rearrange them in numerical order, they are "Yin on the River", "Sutonglu Jiangji Guangling Old Tour", "Jiang'an Pear Blossom", and "Spring Hometown".

The two women looked at each other, and both laughed.

The mystery is getting closer and closer.

When I looked at him again, I saw that his face was gradually solemn.

Mu Yurong asked.

"What's wrong?"

He wanted to shake his head, but his neck stiffened and did not move, after all, he still used his pen to circle a few words in order.

Joy immediately slipped away from Mu Yurong's face.

Now Mu Yurong has been standing in the wood.

Ling Xiang was also at a loss.

Suddenly, Mu Yurong pulled out her legs and rushed towards the thick snow, not even wearing a cold cotton clothes.

He hurriedly found clothes for Ling Xiang, and also grabbed Mu Yurong's cotton clothes in his hands, and the two held hands tightly, and also ran into the cold snow and storm outside the house.

The pine snow that covers the ground is not easy to walk.

Mu Yurong, who was more than a dozen steps ago, couldn't help but fall.

The two hurriedly chased after him, helped the person up, and wrapped the petite body with warm cotton clothes.

Mu Yurong raised her head, her eyes were already red.

Look at the case in the house, on the small note, the four words that were outlined were crimson. Pear orchard, Jiangtong.