After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 67 Good Poems
After the others left, Zhuifeng followed suit.

Dabai, who had been pecked all over the ground with long hair, lay down at Mo Yunzhao's feet listlessly, looking up at her with his tiger head up.

"Master, change my name." Dabai shook its whiskers, "Beat the wind, abuse the wind, Feng's father, even if it's called Chasing the Wind and Bald Donkey."

"You stopped meowing?" Mo Yunzhao chuckled.

Dabai lay down on his stomach, tilting his big furry tiger head, "That one is not to be offended."

Fu Meng couldn't hold back anymore, "City Master, why don't you let His Highness try it, maybe it can really cure your eyes?"

The most concerned thing is that the city lord can cure the eye disease.

Even if there is only a little bit of hope, we must hold on tightly.

Mo Yunzhao narrowed his eyes, "Let's talk about it."

She just wanted to wait for that mysterious man.

Dabai lovingly licked his long hair, then looked at the long hair that fell all over the ground, "Master, do you eat birds?"

"Eat the bird raised by His Highness the Crown Prince." Dabai added.

Dabai looked at the long hair that had been pecked off, and there were tears in his tiger eyes, "I went to pluck the feathers of this big bird, and I will make you a bird feather duster, and use it to beat His Highness the Crown Prince."

It had already made up its mind, sneaked into His Royal Highness's place at night, then grabbed the big bird, plucked its feathers, and then walked around the city first, the bald bird without feathers.

Then bring it back and ask Fuliu's little maid to steam a live bird, boil a live bird...

It's delicious to think about.

……

Mo Yunlan came to Wanbao Pavilion in a hurry.

Because she was running, the sun was shining at noon, and the tip of her small nose was dripping with sweat, and her little face was flushed.

She was wearing a green skirt and her face was red, which made her look as delicate as a flower.

The shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion was already waiting at the door. Seeing her arrive, he quickly greeted her, "Miss Mo, you are finally here. The distinguished guest has been waiting inside all morning."

Mo Yunlan was still out of breath, "Who?"

"A distinguished guest with an appointment with you." The shopkeeper led her inside.

Mo Yunlan was a little dazed, "I'm just here to buy the ultimate repair pill, I didn't make an appointment with anyone."

"When you see it, you will know that the elixir is on the nobleman, and he wants to give it to you personally."

Mo Yunlan frowned.

Now you know who the guest is.

The shopkeeper led Mo Yunlan into the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion, and before he arrived, he heard the strings of affectionate and lovesick piano sounds coming from inside, which was very pleasant.

Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, Mo Yunlan saw Ling Yongnian wearing a white robe, burning incense and playing the piano under the sunny corridor.

Clothes and hair fluttered slightly with the spring breeze, a handsome face, playing the piano intently, shrouded in the sun.

This scene is so beautiful and picturesque, it is very touching and makes people stop and listen.

"Hey, paper."

When the wind blows, Lai Hongbo's voice destroys the beautiful piano sound.

Mo Yunlan raised her eyes, only to see a piece of rice paper flying towards her with the wind and landed on her face.

She took it down and looked at the flamboyant words on it.

She read it out, "I'd rather give up mourning than know what's on my mind. Please let me wake up against the custom, and you know the heart of separation."

When she recited, the beautiful piano sound trembled a little, as if disturbing the player's heart.

Lai Hongbo stretched out his hand, "Miss Mo, this poem was written by the third prince, please return it."

"The third prince is really talented in literature and poetry." Mo Yunlan handed out the rice paper very readily.

She doesn't know poetry, so if she wants something from others, she can just praise her.

Lai Hongbo gave her a strange look, but did not take the rice paper.

Ling Yongnian had already stopped playing the piano, raised his chin slightly, his lines were graceful, the sun fell on his body, it seemed to be coated with a layer of light, dazzling like a god.

He raised his eyes, raised his lips and smiled softly, "Miss Mo, you're here."

　Acrostics come from generators~Stupid shoes are not so talented~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)