Don't be defensive girl, I'm blind

Chapter 136 Ruyan's Bathing Suction
Xue Mu is on call.

As the saying goes, people are refreshed on happy occasions.

He felt that he should even drink a jug of wine today to add to the fun.

After all, Zuo Yuheng will go to the execution ground tomorrow.

"Forget it, it's a mistake to drink, so I don't drink anymore."

Xue Mu thought of going to Xiao Qingyue's place today.

Since he took 50 taels of silver from others, he must teach what should be taught.

Of course, as for what to teach, it had to be decided by Xiao Qingyue.

Playing and singing these things, he definitely can't.

But if he wants to study some new gadgets, he has some experience.

But Xue Mu also knew that Xiao Qingyue was a big girl.

I guess I don't understand anything.

It's better to teach her some poems and songs honestly.

Anyway, there are so many [-] poems from Tang and Song Dynasties, it is enough to teach one or two every day.

Just thinking about it, he came to the Xiao Mansion.

Prior to this, Xiao Qingyue had already instructed the servants of the Xiao Mansion.

Once they saw Xue Mu, they invited him into the mansion.

So when those servants saw Xue Mu, they immediately said, "Young Master Xue, please come inside."

Xue Mu was waiting in the main hall of the backyard, while Xiaodie hurried to find Xiao Qingyue.

"Miss, miss." Xiaodie panted heavily.

I have to say that although Xiaodie is not very old.

But there are places where it should be.

So gasp, the ups and downs are obvious.

At this time, Xiao Qingyue was practicing calligraphy, and when she heard Xiaodie yelling, she couldn't help frowning: "What's the matter, so anxious?"

Xiaodie pointed to the outside and said, "Mr. Xue is here."

"He's coming?!" Xiao Qingyue put down the pen in her hand, and immediately showed a happy expression.

She stood up and wanted to see Xue Mu.

But suddenly thought of something.

Xiao Qingyue returned to the table, picked up the bronze mirror, looked at it, and asked Xiaodie: "Xiaodie, can I look like this?"

Xiaodie was taken aback for a moment, and then she couldn't laugh or cry: "Miss, I really didn't expect that one day you would be nervous about your own appearance."

"Stop talking nonsense." Xiao Qingyue looked at her speechlessly: "Quick, take a look."

"Miss."

Xiaodie came to her side at this time, took her hand and said: "You are a fairy who fell from the sky now, you are not good-looking, let's go quickly, don't make Mr. Xue wait too long, and Mr. Xue can't see you ah!"

"Ok."

Xiao Qingyue then maintained a polite posture and walked towards the front hall with a smile.

When she saw Xue Mu sitting on a chair waiting for her, she said nervously, "Young Master Xue, you are here."

As soon as Xue Mu heard it, he cupped his hands together: "Miss Xiao."

"Young Master Xue, you can just call me Qingyue, we don't have to be too restrained here." Xiao Qingyue then looked at Xiaodie and said: "Xiaodie, serve tea."

"Yes."

Xiaodie immediately poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xue Mu.

Xue Mu took the cup and thanked: "Thank you Xiaodie."

"You're welcome, son."

Xiaodie also likes Xue Mu being so polite.

Xue Mu then asked Xiao Qingyue: "Miss Qingyue, what do you want to learn?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Qingyue thought for a while and suggested, "Why don't you tell me about the two poems you wrote last night, Mr. Xue."

"what?"

Xue Mu was a little embarrassed.

He didn't know what to say.

Xiao Qingyue began to read: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance."

"I think this poem is very similar to the son's character, especially the sentence Ling Han wrote alone, the meaning is strong, and he is not afraid of the eyes of others. He still stands firm in the harsh environment. The poem embodies the idea of ​​insisting on oneself belief."

Xue Mu did not expect that she would be able to express the appreciation and analysis of this poem one by one, but he also praised: "Actually, this poem is not about me, I think it should be written for anyone with such qualities, of course, Miss Qingyue's analysis is in place, and Xue can't help admiring her."

When Xiao Qingyue heard him praise herself, she quickly shook her head: "Actually, I also pondered for a long time before I slowly realized something."

"And that one."

Xiao Qingyue continued to read: "The bright moon leaves the branches to startle the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and one can hear the sound of frogs."

"Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock in front of the rainy mountain. In the old Maodian community, beside the forest, Luzhuanxi bridge suddenly appeared."

"The upper part of the word describes the wind, the moon, the cicada, and the magpie, which are extremely ordinary scenes. However, after Xue Gongzi's ingenious combination, it turns out to be unusual in the ordinary. Instead of the head, it flies around the obtrusive branches."

"It is purely to describe the scenery of the local summer night mountain road at that time and the poet's feelings, but its core is the summer night full of harvest years."

Xiao Qingyue looked at Xue Mu and asked curiously, "Where did you see such a beautiful midsummer?"

Xue Mu replied awkwardly: "Actually, I can't see it, but I can hear it."

Xiao Qingyue realized it all at once, and she apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xue, I didn't mean it, I didn't remember it for a while."

But she was even more surprised, Xue Mu couldn't see it, but he could hear such a scene just by listening with his ears.

Express it in words like this.

It's simply amazing.

For a moment Xiao Qingyue admired her even more.

Xue Mu said calmly, "It doesn't matter. In fact, the eyes are the windows of the heart. I can't see them with my eyes, but my heart can see them."

As soon as this sentence came out, Xiao Qingyue was a little surprised.

"The eyes are the windows of the heart." Xiao Qingyue murmured: "Young Master Xue is indeed a great talent, this sentence is quite philosophical."

Xue Mu just smiled.

To know this sentence, even elementary school students know it.

After Xiao Qingyue thought of something, she said to Xue Mu: "Mr. Xue, why don't you go to my room and I'll read you a book?"

"Is this appropriate?" Xue Mu hesitated, after all Xiao Qingyue is the daughter of a wealthy family.

Naturally, you can't just enter other people's boudoir.

If Xiao Xun found out, it might be over.

But Xiao Qingyue said: "It doesn't matter, the discussion of literature should not be subject to any restrictions since ancient times."

"OK then."

Xue Mu followed Xiao Qingyue to the room.

Xiaodie was standing by the door. Of course she was also afraid of Xiao Xun's sudden arrival, so she opened the door. In this way, she would not be afraid to discuss literature openly.

Xiao Qingyue came to her bookshelf, picked up a copy of "The Story of the West Chamber", and said to Xue Mu: "Mr. Xue, I recently read a copy of "The Story of the West Chamber". It is very good. Have you heard of it?"

"I heard Ruyan say it." Xue Mu used Xu Ruyan as a shield.

Xiao Qingyue knew that Xue Mu would not admit it, so she tried again: "I think the author who wrote this "Romance of the West Chamber" must be very talented, just like your son."

Xue Mu smiled awkwardly: "We have a lot of talents in Daqing, I can't write a novel like this."

"It's hard to say, maybe Mr. Xue secretly wrote a lot of novels." Xiao Qingyue laughed.

She went on to say: "By the way, Mr. Xue, did you say that you were taught by the gentleman from your hometown? Then what else did he teach you? Can you also teach Qingyue?"

Xue Mu thought for a while and said, "Actually, the old man at home didn't teach me much about literature."

"Ah?" Xiao Qingyue was a little surprised.

"But." Xue Mu replied: "He told me a lot of stories, do you want to hear Miss Qingyue?"

When Xiao Qingyue heard this, she nodded immediately: "Okay, then I would like to ask Mr. Xue to tell me a story."

Xue Mu's mind quickly thought of a story that fit Xiao Qingyue's personality and made her like it quickly.

After a while, he said: "In ancient times, there was a girl named Zhu Yingtai. She was smart and beautiful. Not only could she embroider and cut phoenixes, but she also liked to write and read. When she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she wanted to go to other places. to study in the library.

However, girls were not allowed to go out to study at that time, what should we do?Yingtai discussed with the maid and came up with a good idea: pretend to be a boy and go to school."

Xiao Qingyue's eyes widened when she heard the story, and she was immediately attracted by the beginning of the story.

You know, all the novels she read in the past were about generals and princesses?

Where are these?

With her chin propped on both hands, she listened carefully to Xue Mu's story.

"So Zhu Yingtai dressed up as a son, and the maid dressed up as a book boy. The two looked at each other, they looked alike, and couldn't help laughing happily.

Zhu Yingtai's father was drinking tea in the hall, when he suddenly saw a book boy leading a young master to salute him, he hurriedly got up to answer the salute and give up his seat, and asked the young master's name."

Speaking of this, the corners of Xiao Qingyue's mouth could not help but rise.

She likes Zhu Yingtai in this story very much.

Lively and bold.

Xue Mu is restoring the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai throughout the whole process.

Unknowingly, with the passage of time, more than half of the story has been told.

"Three years passed. One day, Zhu Yingtai received a letter from her family saying that her father was ill and asked her to go back quickly."

"Zhu Yingtai asked the teacher for leave, and then came to the teacher's wife, saying that she had been classmates with Liang Shanbo for three years. Liang Shanbo was sincere and enthusiastic, and studied hard. She had fallen in love with him deeply. She handed over a jade fan pendant to him. Give it to Mistress, ask Mistress to be a matchmaker, and after she leaves, propose marriage to Liang Shanbo for her."

When talking about this, Xiaodie walked in immediately.

She said to Xiao Qingyue: "Miss, the master is here."

When Xiao Qingyue heard this, she was obviously a little nervous, but then she thought that Xue Mujiao had agreed with his old man.

The body is not afraid of the shadow slanting.

Of course she is not afraid.

So she said to Xiaodie: "It doesn't matter, he will come when he comes."

Xiao Qingyue looked at Xue Mu: "Young Master Xue, please continue."

Xue Mu was a little embarrassed at this moment.

Because he had already heard footsteps at the door.

He guessed that Xiao Xun must be standing at the door right now.

Sure enough, Xiao Xun coughed heavily.

Xiao Qingyue turned her head, and then said, "Father."

Xiao Xun walked in, looked at Xue Mu, pretended to be surprised and said, "Xue Mu is here?"

Xue Mu immediately cupped his hands: "Mr. Xiao."

"It's still teaching Qingyue so late, what did you teach tonight?" Xiao Xun asked.

Xue Mu was about to answer honestly.

But Xiao Qingyue on the side said: "Father, tonight Mr. Xue told me about the artistic conception of the two poems I wrote last night, as well as the thoughts expressed. I think Mr. Xue is really amazing. Now only you can overwhelm him."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Xun was a little satisfied: "After all, your father has eaten so many years and read so many books more than him. If you don't overwhelm him, then wouldn't my books Seen for nothing?"

Xiao Qingyue did not forget to praise Xue Mu at this time: "But Mr. Xue is indeed very powerful at this age. I believe that he will definitely become a talented man in Daqing in a short time."

Xue Mu hurriedly said modestly: "Miss Qingyue has won the prize. There are many literati in our Daqing Dynasty. I just studied for two years and occasionally listened to some stories."

Xiao Xun nodded: "That's why Xue Mu has a certain amount of talent and learning, but he still needs to read more books to accumulate and settle."

He then suggested: "Okay, it's getting late, Xiaodie, you can send Mr. Xue back."

"Yes." Xiaodie said and looked at Xiao Qingyue.

Xiao Qingyue had no choice but to say goodbye to Xue Mu reluctantly: "Then Mr. Xue, can we finish that poem another day?"

She deliberately told the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai into that poem, the purpose is to get away with it and fool Xiao Xun.

Xue Mu also responded: "Okay, then I'll come back another day."

"Xiao Die sends Mr. Xue off."

"Yes, ma'am."

Not long after, Xue Mu left Xiao Qingyue's room.

As soon as he left, Xiao Xun frowned and said, "How could you just bring a strange man into your room?"

Xiao Qingyue immediately stepped forward and took her father's hand and said, "Father, Mr. Xue is a handsome man. If I discuss literature with him, it doesn't matter where we discuss it?"

"You are a girl with yellow flowers, and you are waiting in the boudoir. If this is spread, how can anyone dare to propose marriage in the future?" Xiao Xun said dissatisfied.

But Xiao Qingyue said: "Father, if others don't dare to propose marriage because of such gossip, it proves that he doesn't like it enough, and I don't like this kind of marriage that is ordered by my parents and said by a matchmaker. I want to find someone I like. Ruyi Langjun."

"You." Xiao Xun was even more helpless: "The order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker are the practice of the ages, how can you break it?"

"Father, it was you who said that everyone has their own meaning to live. My meaning is to stay by your side, take good care of you, and honor you. The second is to find a man I like and spend the rest of my life together." Xiao Qingyue is neither humble nor overbearing.

Xiao Xun saw that he couldn't talk to his daughter, so he could only shake his head: "Forget it, I don't care about you."

Before he left, he warned: "Anyway, when Xue Mu comes in the future, Xiaodie must stand at the door of the room, and the door must be opened. Even though he cannot see, I also believe in his character, but you have to let other servants People have to believe it."

Hearing these words, Xiao Qingyue also became happy: "Thank you dad, I knew you loved me the most."

Xiao Xun shook his head, sighed and left.

"Fortunately, that kid can't see. Otherwise, if a man and a widow live together in the same room, something might go wrong." Xiao Xun seemed to gradually feel at ease with Xue Mu because of his eyes.

Xue Mu went home.

As soon as he got home, he heard Xu Ruyan walking over.

"My lord, you're back." Xu Ruyan said excitedly.

Xue Mu nodded: "What did you do today?"

"Ruyan did a little embroidery today. By the way, young master, did you go to Xiao's residence tonight?" Xu Ruyan asked.

"Yeah." Xue Mu replied, "I told Miss Xiao two poems and a story."

"The young master, can you tell me the story?" Xu Ruyan said with a smile.

"Of course."

Xue Mu suggested: "I'll talk to you after I take a shower."

"My lord, the hot water is ready. I'll bathe you tonight. It just so happens that you can talk to me~"

"Okay."

Xue Mu couldn't help feeling comfortable as he soaked in the tub.

He just wanted to say to Xu Ruyan: "Then I will tell you a story now."

"My lord, wait a minute"

At this moment, Xu Ruyan also cautiously jumped into the bathtub.

She shook her hands lightly, and said to Xue Mu, "My lord, you talk, I'll listen."

Xue Mu naturally felt it, he hesitated: "Ruyan, you."

"Um"

Not long after, Xue Mu began to tell stories.

He was talking, although Ruyan had no voice.

But they were all the same, and they never stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)