Back to Datang with weapons

Chapter 23 Looking back and smiling Bai Meisheng
Steward Wang led Zhang Twelve to the side room next to the one where he lived in the backyard, and then left.

Zhang Twelve looked at the wing room he lived in, and then at the room next to him, raised his eyebrows, thinking that this arrangement was too...

Standing outside the door, knocking on the door lightly a few times, the charming voice came from the room again: "Come in."

Pushing the door open and walking in, Zhang Twelve found that Chen Qiaoxi had changed into a light green spun skirt, and was sitting quietly at the desk, frowning at something with a brush in hand.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, she said without turning her head: "Sit down for a while, I'll be fine in a while."

Zhang Twelve didn't say much, sat at the table in the hall, and then began to look at Ms. Chen's boudoir.

Looking around, Zhang Twelve found that this wing room was twice as big as his. There was a small partition in the middle of the room, and there were slender curtains hanging on it. If he guessed right, her boudoir was behind the curtains.

Let's talk about the outer hall. Apart from the faint fragrance, Zhang Twelve really couldn't see any features of a woman's room here.

And that woman still looks serious, and she can know that she is a workaholic after thinking about it.

Seeing that she was still busy, Zhang Twelve stood up and walked to her side to see what she was busy with.

…………

At this moment, Chen Qiaoxi was frowning and competing with the dense numbers on the paper, completely unaware that Zhang Twelve was standing behind her.

To be honest, Zhang Twelve originally wanted to come over to see what she was up to, and he did see the account book full of numbers.

Only then did Chen Qiaoxi think of Zhang Twelve, she turned around suddenly, and just met Zhang Twelve's eyes, thinking of the things on the table, her heart tightened, her face turned red: "You——see everything?"

Zhang Twelve was very helpless. He said he saw it—it seemed a bit too rascal; he said he didn’t see it—everyone else asked him that. Isn’t it blind?
Immediately, my heart was overwhelmed, I watched it anyway, at worst, I would be regarded as a pervert!

"I saw it—but, I didn't do it on purpose, I just came here, and I just saw it..."

After listening to him, Chen Qiaoxi's face turned even redder, as if she was as shy as if someone had probed into her mind, she reached out and picked up the rice paper beside the ledger, then stood up and said, "I just think——this song "Love is separated by mountains and seas, mountains and seas cannot be flattened" is very well written, and then I took it to read, don't think too much..."

The last sentence was said as softly as a mosquito, which added a little more charm.

Nani?

Zhang Twelve quickly looked at the rice paper in her hand, wasn't it the poem he wrote before!

Haha, it turned out to be a false alarm. The "I saw" he said and the "I saw" she meant were not the same thing, so I felt a lot easier.

"So Ms. Chen also likes poetry? That's really a kindred spirit! But this one was done in a hurry, it's not very good..."

Anyway, in this era, this poem is his "original", so it's okay to play it casually.

"Not too good..."

This is the first time Ms. Chen has seen someone who can act like this. This poem is not very good, so let all the talented people in Liangzhou City die!
"It's just that the little girl is a little curious. The two of us didn't meet Mr. Zhang when he wrote the poem yesterday, so naturally this poem wasn't written for the little girl—who was it written for? Could it be the Qin family?" Miss?"

"........."

Does this woman know how to chat? It's really easy to have no friends like this, you know?
"Miss Chen was joking. In fact, although I have been the son-in-law of the Qin family for a few days by accident, I only met Miss Qin once. I haven't stayed with Miss Chen for a long time, so I write for her. Poetry is just a joke."

What Zhang Twelve said was the truth.

When he copied——when he wrote this poem, it was mainly to meet the assessment, so he never thought about writing it for anyone.

"Does that Mr. Zhang have other girls he admires in his heart? That's why he expresses his feelings?"

Well, this woman has blocked him here. It seems that she won't give up until she says something!

"Actually - this poem was not written for any woman, but because Xiaosheng missed my distant home yesterday, so I wrote it with emotion. It made Ms. Chen think too much."

The love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas are not flat.

Yeah, it can be explained that way.

Hearing this answer, Chen Qiaoxi's heart suddenly brightened.

In fact, after hearing this poem yesterday, when Zhang Twelve rejected her, she wondered if there was a woman living across the mountains and seas in this man's heart, so he rejected her.

Although I feel uncomfortable, I still admire his loyalty.

Later, she found out that he was the one who was divorced by Qin Yutong, and she wondered if this poem was written for the "No. A talented girl from Qin, when she thought of losing to that woman, her heart suddenly felt relieved.

But, why is my heart always sour, and I feel like crying?
Until now, when she heard his answer—especially when she said that it had nothing to do with Qin Yutong, her whole heart fluttered. This feeling is so good.

…………

"If I had met Miss Chen before yesterday, this poem must not have been written."

"Oh? What will the young master write?"

After saying these words, Chen Qiaoxi suddenly felt that she had been very strange for the past two days. She had already passed the age of a little girl, so why was she still full of joy at this time, a little bit of joy and anticipation?

"should be--"

Zhang Twelve suddenly thought of Chen Qiaoxi's previous smile, which was indeed captivating, and blurted out:
"Looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, Liugong Fendai has no color. Well, that's it, Miss Chen deserves it."

"Looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, Liugong Fendai has no color?"

Chen Qiaoxi read it several times, feeling a little dazed.

This is written for me?

Chen Qiaoxi is convinced that in the first 28 years of her life, among all the poems she has heard, none of them can compare with these two sentences, and this is still written for herself.

Looking at Zhang Twelve again, his eyes became hot.

(End of this chapter)