"Go and say goodbye to your son-in-law. Mao Jiu came to Chu Chen's side with Huan'er, and Chu Chen suddenly found that Huan'er was following behind this unknown Taoist priest.

"Huan'er, come to me. Chu Chen looked at Mao Jiu with a vigilant expression, wanting to pull the ring. only to find that Huan'er lowered her head and remained motionless. "Childe..... This is my new Master. ”

Chu Chen asked, "I don't know where I grew up cultivating in that immortal mountain." As he spoke, he gestured to his companion behind his back of his hand. Someone next to him knew about it, quietly left the table, and was about to go upstairs, but was confined on the spot.

"Young Master Chu doesn't have to be careful, the poor road Maoshan Dao Mao Jiu. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a soap yellow talisman burned in the air. The scholar next to him felt that his body had recovered, and looked at Mao Jiu with a surprised expression. This is a real powerful monk, completely different from the Taoist priest who fights every day, if it weren't for the fear of causing real people to be annoyed, this scholar would probably have fallen to his knees to learn from a teacher.

Chu Chen lowered his guard a little, and gently held Huan'er's cold little hand, and Huan'er only felt as if it had been melted at the moment. The thoughts in my heart have become more and more firm.

"Huan'er, I know that you have a special ability to sense the malice of others. Didn't this Taoist priest lie to you?"

Huan'er heard that her body was like a lightning strike, and she looked up at Chu Chen in disbelief. Looking at those familiar warm eyes, for the first time, she found that she seemed to have never understood her son's heart.

"I don't feel his malice, I really want to take me as an apprentice. Huan'er suppressed the distractions in her heart and replied in a low voice.

That's good, Chu Chen put his mind at ease and saluted Mao Jiu, "I've seen Maoshan Immortal." Glancing down at Huan'er who had buried his head, Chu Chen said in a deep voice, "In the future, Huan'er will ask Mao Xian to grow." ”

There are ten thousand words in the heart, all in one eye.

Mao Jiu saw his reluctance, his sadness, his blessings, his happiness and his loss through Chu Chen's eyes.

Idiot, idiot.

Mao Jiu couldn't help but shake his head, the love thing was really difficult to fathom.

"Poor Dao will come to your mansion early tomorrow morning to pick up Huan'er. As he spoke, he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes as light smoke.

5th floor,

Liang Jiaoxi frowned and said, "This old horseman is finally gone." ”

He Zhifu, who was also at the table, smiled and said, "It's just a sloppy Taoist priest, don't worry about him." Brother Liang, let's take a look at the new poems. I've had a lot of talented people in the land of Jing Chu lately. With a slight finger of his right hand in his sleeve, the tulle danced lightly in the morning dew accompanied by graceful dance steps, and the corner of his mouth smiled and handed Liang Jiaoxi a page of new words.

When the master and the officials sat down, they were clearly distinguished, each on both sides, and there was no harmony in front of the people when they went upstairs.

As a teacher, Mr. Liang's wish is that Confucianism is dominant, and as a high-ranking official, He Zhifu certainly does not want Confucianism to be dominant.

Therefore, Mao Jiu made trouble everywhere when Jing Chu entered the WTO and cultivated, and he did not have his instruction and assistance.

It was only in the face of Taoism and Buddhism that Confucianism was truly willing to speak to him, a local official.

Therefore, while Liang Jiaoxi secretly cultivated Chaolu to win over the children of the family and the eunuchs, he also controlled this beauty behind his back.

These Liang Jiaoxi may or may not know.

But what's the point of knowing and not knowing?

Liang Jiaoxi took the paper and said casually, "The son of the local Chu family seems to have a deep love for you, Miss Chaolu doesn't know what she thinks?"

"But it's up to Mr. to decide." ”

Liang Jiaoxi glanced at He Zhifu, who was still smiling, and his squinted eyes couldn't see his inner thoughts at all.

The old man just said casually, Miss Chaolu doesn't have to care. He put down the verses in his hand and picked up one from the messy paper on the table of He Zhifu. "Oh~ It turned out to be He Gongzi's masterpiece. In the old man's opinion, Miss Chaolu likes this style of poetry the most. Otherwise, how about inviting He Gongzi to talk about candlelight and night today?"

He Zhifu opened his smiling eyes at some point, and a breathtaking essence pierced Chaolu and fell directly to the ground.

Mr. Liang said with a smile, the dog has no pen and ink, so he can only get into the eyes of the morning dew girl. In the opinion of this official, the poems of this Chu family kid are good, the words are affectionate, and the meaning of lovesickness is overflowing. ”

He Zhifu regained his previous smile. Chaolu didn't feel a trace of warmth, so she had to bow her head and say nothing.

"Since Lord He has spoken, of course you have to listen to the words of the local officials. Liang Jiaoxi covered his hands with his sleeves and helped up Chaolu's arms. "Why did Miss Chaolu suddenly kneel? Isn't it a new foreign dance music?"

Chao Lu smiled at the corner of his mouth, got up and continued his previous dance steps. The smile that has developed a habit of subconsciously seems to make people feel that she is really so happy at the moment.

The night has been changed, and the article will end.

In the jealous eyes of everyone, Chu Chen followed Chaolu to the flower boat by the river as if in a dream.

Pink tent red candles, incense tea.

The elegant room seemed to have the body fragrance of Chaolu, but Chu Chen didn't have any other thoughts, just sat at the table stiffly, and watched Chaolu make tea for him with a lot of thoughts.

The tea ceremony should be quiet, Chu Chen felt that his heart could not be calmed down at all.

Chao Lu also saw Chu Chen's uneasiness, and asked softly, "What's wrong with Young Master Chu?"

Chu Chen looked at the delicate woman who was close at hand in front of him, such a scene appeared in his dreams countless times, and now it had obviously been realized, but he was not as happy as he imagined.

"Miss Chaolu, I'..... I have a lot of things in my heart, but I don't know who to say them to. ”

Chaolu smiled coquettishly, gently pushed open the window, the moonlight reflected the water surface into the room, Chaolu sat on the window railing and faced the breeze, like an elf. Chao Lu beckoned, "Come, Master Chu is here." ”

Chu Chen looked at Chaolu's actions in surprise, in his impression, the weak Chaolu would not make such a move.

Carefully stepping out of his legs, Chu Chen clung to the window, for fear that he would fall down, causing Chao Lu to laugh.

Chaolu patted his chest, and the two snow-white patches rolled like waves, making Chu Chen only feel that his cheeks were red and his mouth was dry.

"Master Chu don't worry, if you fall, Chao Lu will definitely jump down to save you. ”

After a long time, the flower boat became farther and farther away, and Chu Chen's heart was as calm as the two sides of the strait that were gradually quieting.

"When I'm unhappy, I sit on the windowsill like this, look at the river, and say to the moon on the river what I want to say but don't dare to say. Then he picked up a peanut and smashed it into the water, and saw that the moon in the water was scattered by the ripples, which was equivalent to his own thoughts had been dispersed. ”

Chaolu stretched out his hand, and a peanut lay in the white and small palm.

Chu Chen looked at Chaolu's clear eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Now, you know what? I have a little maid named Huan'er. It was my mother who found it for me, I was ten years old at the time, and she was only five years old. ”

"When I'm young and clumsy, I often end up taking care of her, not her. ”

Gradually, ten years passed. The clumsy little girl has become a little girl in her cardamom years. My parents kept trying to persuade me to put her in the house, but I always had the feeling that if I took her in, I would completely ruin her. So I've been running away. ”

Chaolu listened very seriously, as if she was the little girl named Huan'er, maybe she still had a trace of fantasy in her heart.

If it weren't for those two demons, he would have become as innocent as Huan'er.

Pity...... What ifs in the world!