In the past two years, he has become good friends with Zhen Cheng and Chen Junmei. These two years should be the happiest two years of Wu Qian's life, life is quiet and comfortable, friends are honest with each other, Master cares and loves, Wu Qian seems to have found a sense of home in this Tianshumen.

In the past two years, Wu Qian and Zhen Cheng have also grown from a fourteen-year-old hairy boy to a sixteen-year-old green boy, with a prominent Adam's apple and a deep voice, and already have the characteristics of a man, and Chen Junmei is becoming more and more slim, but the scar on her face has not disappeared with time, if there is no scar, Chen Junmei must also be a stunning woman.

Wu Qian asked Uncle Du Zhong how the scar on Chen Junmei's face came about, Uncle Du Zhong said that Chen Junmei's parents took her out of the house, encountered robbers, and her parents were killed, Chen Junmei was still in infancy at that time, and when the robbers wanted to kill Chen Junmei again, they were rescued by Uncle Du Zhong, but the robbers still left a scar on her face, and Uncle Du Zhong saw that Chen Junmei had become an orphan, so he took her back to the mountain gate, and since then Chen Junmei has been practicing in Taiyi.

On this day, Wu Qian was tired of cultivation, and planned to take Zhen Cheng to Tianlu Pavilion together, and pushed open the door, but saw Zhen Cheng writing the table. Zhen Cheng saw someone suddenly break in, panicked, and hurriedly stuffed the paper on the table into his arms.

Wu Qian smiled and said, "Did you read those forbidden books and have an experience, and you have to write them down to enjoy it?"

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense! It's not like that!" Zhen Cheng actually defended with some excitement.

"Then what are you writing about?" Wu Qian asked.

Zhen Cheng pressed his hand to his chest and looked at Wu Qian with a wary expression, but his mouth was inarticulate. Wu Qian looked at Zhen Cheng suspiciously, and suddenly, Wu Qian smiled weirdly and said, "If you don't show it to me, I'll tell Chen Junmei that you have read a banned book!"

"You... Despicable!" Zhen Cheng looked angry.

Wu Qian smiled and said, "What is the relationship between the two of us, what do you have to hide from me? Maybe I can help you!"

When Zhen Cheng heard this, his face eased a lot, and after hesitating for a moment, he took out the paper in his arms and handed it to Wu Qian, and warned him: "You have to keep it secret, especially don't tell Chen Junmei." ”

Wu Qian impatiently snatched the paper, but saw that it was a poem, so Wu Qian read it out in a low voice: Only rely on this song to go to the city gate, why is there no echo at the city gate, there are many scenery under the courtyard of the monarch's gate, and Mei Han is not in spring when she is three years old.

After Wu Qian finished reading, he frowned and asked, "What is this?"

When Zhen Cheng heard Wu Qian say this, he was relieved and said lightly: "It's just a poem! ”

Wu Qian glanced at Zhen Cheng suspiciously again, and then set his eyes on this poem, suddenly, Wu Qian's eyes lit up, and said: "This is a hidden poem!

"You like Chen Junmei!" Wu Qian shouted excitedly!

Zhen Cheng stepped forward and pressed Wu Qian's mouth, and said nervously, "You be quiet." ”

Wu Qian's mouth was held down by Zhen Cheng, and he could only nod before Zhen Cheng let go of his hand.

"How long have you liked her?" Wu Qian asked.

"It's been more than a year!" Zhen Cheng said.

"Boy, you hide it tightly!" Wu Qian said jokingly, "Then did you tell her?"

Zhen Cheng's face flushed, then he shook his head, Wu Qian patted Zhen Cheng's shoulder and said, "Leave it to me, I'll help you say." ”

Zhen Cheng hurriedly shook his head and said, "Don't say it, don't say it, you can still be friends, and if you say it, you probably can't do it." ”

"Okay, then I won't talk about it, when the opportunity is ripe, you can say it yourself," Wu Qian dealt with Zhen Cheng like this, but he was thinking in his heart, this matter still needs to be pierced by himself, according to Zhen Cheng's shy character, it is estimated that he will like Chen Junmei for a lifetime, and Chen Junmei will not know.

When Zhen Cheng heard this, he looked at Wu Qian gratefully.

Half a month has passed, this Zhen Cheng is still the same, there is no meaning at all, Wu Qian can't sit still, he has to pierce the window paper for Zhen Cheng.

On this day, Wu Qian did not call Zhen Cheng, he went to Tianlu Pavilion alone, this Chen Junmei saw Wu Qian, it seemed to be very happy, Wu Qian glanced around the room, and saw that Uncle Du Zhong was reading, a little inconvenient, so he walked into Chen Junmei's voice and whispered: "I have something to tell you, you go to the back mountain with me." ”

A hint of surprise flashed on Chen Junmei's face, but she still followed Wu Qian to the back mountain of Tianlu Pavilion.

Turning around in the back mountain, it was not until the place was so remote that it was impossible for anyone to stand still. Seeing that the place was so remote, Chen Junmei also looked at Wu Qian suspiciously, and said, "What do you want to tell me?"

Wu Qian smiled mysteriously and said, "I want to read a poem to you." ”

This Chen Junmei was even more confused, Wu Qian ignored her, and began to read: "Only rely on this song to go to the city gate, why is there no response to the city gate, there are many scenery under the Junmen court, and Mei Han is not in spring at the age of three." ”

After hearing this, Chen Junmei was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's a Tibetan poem," Wu Qian reminded.

"You read it again," Ms. Chen said.

So Wu Qianyou read this poem with emotion, Chen Junmei listened to it, seemed to understand, suddenly blushed, turned around shyly, and kept rubbing her hands at the corners of her skirt, looking ashamed.

"You... You write these... What are you doing?" said Chen Junmei in a low voice.

"I didn't write it, it was Zhen Cheng who wrote it, he has liked you for a long time!" Wu Qian said immediately.

Hearing this, the shyness on Chen Junmei's face seemed to be blown by a gust of cold wind, and she was frozen, only to see Chen Junmei turn around, with an expression of surprise, grievance, and anger on her face.

Wu Qian was also a little confused, and he didn't understand that Chen Junmei's emotions would suddenly change so quickly.

"Don't you like this poem?" Wu Qian asked tentatively.

"I don't like it, I don't like it, who wants you to read poetry, you have a sick brain?" Chen Junmei scolded at Wu Qian.

Wu Qian flashed a thought at that time: It's over, it's a fool!

However, Wu Qian was still unwilling, and whispered: "Zhen Cheng, he likes you!"

When Chen Junmei heard this, she seemed to be in a hurry, glanced at Wu Qian, didn't know what to say, stomped her foot again, then bit her lip and said, "What about you?!"

Wu Qian was stunned, the meaning of Chen Junmei's words Wu Qian seemed to understand a little, this Chen Junmei seemed to like herself!

"I... This... I... Zhen Cheng, he already likes you!" Wu Qian hesitated, and finally said it.

A trace of loss flashed on Chen Junmei's face, and then she couldn't help it and cried. Wu Qian was a little at a loss now, and wanted to go up to appease her.