Feng Xiaoxun's face changed slightly, and his eyes stared at her: "Don't you like green very much?"

Fang Xiyan Heng glanced at him: "Where do you know that I like green?"

Feng Xiaoxun paused: "Green is so beautiful, the color of spring, all things start to grow green..."

Fang Xiyan looked at him in surprise: "Hey, little guy, you are so arrogant. Since you are so green, why don't you wear green? By the way, the whole green turban..." When he said the last sentence, he noticed that he was speechless and stopped talking.

Fang Xiyan immediately repented in her heart when she said this.

Feng Xiaoxun's face was not very good: "Don't you remember that poem?"

Fang Xiyan raised her eyebrows: "This poem is very famous? Which famous artist?"

Should she remember this poem?

Even if the person who wrote this poem was Li Bai and Du Fu of this era, she had only been in this world for a few days, right?

Why does this little guy have a constipated expression?

It seemed as if she had made some unforgivable mistake!

Feng Xiaoxun looked at her for a while and slowly thought: "All things start to grow green, and the green is layered with enchanting red."

Fang Xiyan looked back at him and couldn't help but raise her hand and touch his forehead: "Little guy - which poet have you possessed? However, these two lines of poetry seem to be inconsistent with the rhyme, and the tone is wrong. I guess the person who wrote this poem will only be fucked..."

Feng Xiaoxun took a step back, something seemed to be surging in his eyes.

These two lines of poetry were written by Fei Yue back then. He recognized her as her adopted daughter not long ago. She didn't know what was wrong, so she went to learn to write poetry. After studying for a month, she began to recite poetry in front of him, and often showed her poems to him.

Although Feng Xiaoxun encountered difficulties in childhood, he made people cry with sympathy, he also learned a lot. He was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and naturally he was very knowledgeable in poetry.

But he thought this thing was something that the scholar liked to show off, so he was too lazy to do it.

He could naturally see the quality of Feiyue's poems at a glance.

At that time, he was indifferent to Feiyue, so whenever he saw the poems she wrote, he would criticize them without hesitation. He would almost criticize them for nothing, and he would be very bad at all, and he would be dying every day.

But that girl was very resilient. The more she hit her, the more she became more vigorous. She was thinking about the poems when she was eating and sleeping, just like she was obsessed with it.

Later, she got these two lines of poetry in her dream and hurriedly wrote it out, giving Feng Xiaoxun a treasure to see.

Feng Xiaoxun saw her big eyes full of hope, and was soft-hearted for a moment. He didn't hit her for the first time, so he said it was okay, and he had made progress-

As a result, Feiyue was like picking up a big gold ingot out of thin air, her eyes were dazzling in an instant, and she was excited to walk—

From that day on, Feiyue began to wear green clothes, dark green, light green, tender green... Walking beside Feng Xiaoxun, who was wearing a bright red body, was like a tender green leaf...

And the two lines of poetry were also slapped by her so hard that Feng Xiaoxun could write it out with a big stroke, and then she hung it in her bedroom and read it every day.

Feng Xiaoxun has always been romantic and unruly, with the beautiful women around him forming a formation, with peach blossoms and green willows and colorful purples coming and going, but no one can stay by his side for half a month, only the breeze moon, like a green leaf
Chapter completed!