Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 161
After a good night's dream, Mo Xiaowan opened his eyes and found that he was still lying in the small house by the stream.

When she just woke up, she was a little confused.

How could I remember that she walked to Xuanyuanchen's side yesterday and fell asleep with her knees hugged.

He sent her back?
Mo Xiaowan suddenly felt a little lost. He hadn't seen him all day, and he didn't wake himself up?

"Xiaowan, are you awake?"

Yun Gu pushed the door open and walked in.

Mo Xiaowan jumped up and grabbed her sleeve and shook it: "Gu Yun, how did I go back to Xiaozhu by the stream last night?"

"Naturally...the wind guard sent you back."

I remembered that the prince had ordered Mo Xiaowan back to Xiaozhu by the stream early in the morning, not to wake her up, and don't tell her that she slept in the main hall of Yafeng Garden last night.

Yun Gu thought that the prince must not want Xiao Wan to know, so she hesitated and told a little lie.

Mo Xiaowan's eyes full of expectation dimmed instantly.

"Little bowl, go to the Xifeng Pavilion after washing up."

Yun Gu didn't notice her little disappointment, and urged her: "Uncle Lu said earlier that Concubine Feng Fang arranged for a teacher to teach you. Now that the sun has risen, I am afraid that the teacher is already waiting for you by the Xifeng Pavilion. , the first time you teach, you must leave a good impression on the master..."

Yun Gu was chatting at the side, and Mo Xiaowan's gloomy eyes deepened even more.

Originally, she was a little disappointed because she missed Uncle Xuanyuan, but now that the person who controlled her appeared, she felt even worse.

Especially Yun Gu's last sentence, to make a good impression on Master.

Mo Xiaowan ate his breakfast slowly, his mind was spinning like eyeballs, and he had already thought of a good way to get rid of his master, so his eyes lit up instantly.

Under Yun Gu's repeated urging and four invitations, Mo Xiaowan finished his breakfast in a leisurely manner, and then moved towards Fenglin at the speed of a tortoise where Yun Gu could not see.

The first move to deal with the master is to deliberately neglect!

He likes to wait, let him wait, but ordinary masters are old-fashioned people, let him wait until he gets angry.

With this careful thought, Mo Xiaowan took his time.

Every time I pass a small bridge, I find a big stone to sit on and stretch out my little feet to play in the water for a while.

Passing by the pebble path, she picked a few green maple leaves, held them in her small palm and threw them up cheerfully. The maple leaves scattered and fluttered down, and her pink skirt fluttered with the green leaves in the wind.

She was spinning in the maple forest, and her cheerful laughter spread in the maple forest for a while.

Or, pick up thin pebbles by the stream and throw them into the stream. The stones float on the water surface, spin a few circles of water, and then fall into the stream.

With such a delay all the way, it took Mo Xiaowan an hour to reach the side of Xifeng Pavilion with his short legs shaking, within a distance of less than a stick of incense.

Thinking that the master must be blowing his beard and staring with anger, Mo Xiaowan was overjoyed.

He will definitely come up with a sentence: "Dead wood cannot be carved!"

Then he threw the scroll in anger and told Concubine Feng and Uncle Lu that they were unwilling to teach such a naughty female disciple...

The above is Mo Xiaowan's imagination of walking close to the Fengting River, but the fact is that, through the maple forest, the sound of the zither like jingling water slowly flows past her ears.

The sound of the piano is not dull at all, instead it flows playfully under the feet like a gurgling stream, which makes people cheerful and has a calming power.

Unknowingly attracted by the sound of the piano, Mo Xiaowan ran on the pebble path and jumped out of the maple forest in a few steps.

The old-fashioned master didn't see it.

But I saw the back in white by the Xifeng Pavilion. Looking from a distance, the elegance of the man playing the piano complemented the maple forest, the Xiting, and the wooden bridge, like a scattered beautiful picture scroll, which sucked people in.

(End of this chapter)