Your Majesty, Niang Niang, she is charming and charming

Chapter 405
Dressed in white, with a straight posture and focused expression, he was writing something with a pen.

On the table is a bottle of red ignorant flowers, an incense burner, and green smoke curling up, which has a profound meaning and far-reaching meaning.

"Come in! What are you doing furtively?" he called without looking up.

Wen Huang pushed the door open and went in.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Wen Huang stammered: "Master, I just planted this vase of flowers, do you like it?"

Xuan Po glanced at the flower and said, "Well, not bad."

Wen Huang: "Master, I will be nine hundred years old in a few days!"

Xuan Po smiled: "But what birthday gift do you want? Why don't you tell Master, what do you want?"

"I'm not asking for a birthday gift!" Wen Huang said, "I want to tell Master... I've grown up! In the heavens, you can get married at the age of nine hundred!"

Xuan Po's writing movements paused slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at her: "Engagement?"

Wen Huang pursed her lips and looked at him with a blushing face: "I seem to have a man I like."

Xuan Po was silent for a moment, and asked, "Who?"

Wen Huang lowered her head and said nothing.

Xuan Po: "Do you recognize me as a teacher?"

Wen Huang plucked up her courage, raised her head and said firmly, "You!"

It took him a long time to react, and he became angry: "What nonsense are you talking about! Is it because the teacher indulges you too much? Even though you are so disrespectful!"

Wen Huang: "They say that if you like someone, you will think that everything is good about him! When you see him, your heart beats faster, and if you don't see him, you will miss him very much. To you, I just... that's how..."

Xuan Po looked at her seriously and sharply, and for a while, said: "Children of your age often have some inexplicable thoughts! As a teacher today, I just pretend that I have never heard these words from you. Go back to retreat for ten years, and participate in it carefully. I understand your way!"

Wen Huang's eyes flashed with stubborn tears: "Master, I liked you when I was 100 years old! You let me go back to retreat for [-] years, and I still like you..."

Xuan Po took a deep breath, and her tone was full of indifference like never before: "Then you go home first! There are probably too few people on Mizang Mountain, so you can meet more people and gain more knowledge when you go back!"

Wen Huang knew that if he said it, he would detest him.

Sure enough, this drove her back.

However, she just couldn't help but want to tell him!
The kind of unbearable, filled her entire chest, couldn't bear it, overflowing...

She turned her head three times a step and walked away...

The scene of the dream changed, and she saw Xuan Po from a distance again, and ran over excitedly to find him.

However, I saw him standing with Di Rong!
Di Hong looked much younger than now, bright and bright, like a blooming rose, full of various styles.

She was talking shyly, looking at Xuan Po with sticky and sweet eyes, full of admiration.

And Xuan Po, who had already seen her, frowned, and her eyes were full of blame, as if she didn't want her to disturb her in the past.

Wen Huang was stabbed by his eyes, and flew away invisibly.

She went back to her room, squatted in the corner at the end of the bed, and cried extremely sadly...

She was woken again by tinnitus.

Sitting up covering her ears, Wen Huang felt her face was wet.

Touched, full of tears.

My heart ached dully.

It can't be relieved for a long time.

She told herself that it was a dream, a confusion of reality and imagination caused by the possession of her soul, and she felt better just now.

However, she suddenly thought of Xuan Po in reality.

He went to Wen Yu's...

(End of this chapter)