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When Liu Ruohuan was watching outside, she thought the inside of the ox cart was very spacious, but she didn't realize it was that it had nothing to do with the word "spacious".

Wherever he saw, he was covered with thick books. There were three or five small bookshelves placed inside the ox cart, one row after another, and the display was neatly arranged.

In this airtight bookshelves, a low table was barely spread out, with a lampshade covering candlelight, and some pen and ink were placed.

Liu Ruohuan leaned into her head and found a girl with a black waterfall facing her back, sitting with her legs obliquely, holding a blue book and looking through it silently.

He had never greeted a literary girl in this world, and naturally he was unwilling to bother others, but he looked left and right. Apart from the aisle that was two or three steps wide, there was only a place opposite the girl to sit.

The ox cart set off, and the road was too bumpy, so he finally decided to let go and take a seat in front of the other side.

When he sat down, there was a lot of noise, but he found that the woman in front of him did not say a word and was completely immersed in the book in his hand.

When Liu Ruohuan faced each other, she saw clearly that the woman in front of her was beautiful and had a great temperament. She was just sitting in a corner of the car, but she seemed like the whole ox cart was like the bright moon in the sky, shining brightly.

If someone told him at this moment that the person in front of him was the Queen Chang'e of the Moon Palace, he would nod and believe it without doubt.

After all, only fairies can achieve this kind of coldness and elegance.

Unfortunately, the fairy was not interested in him at all. After reading one book, the other party changed to another. The two of them didn't say a word in the car and sat face to dark until dark.

When it was dark, Liu Ruohuan got off the car consciously. As soon as she arrived at the Bai family's camp, they surrounded her and asked.

It turns out that the Qiao family’s name is Qiao Jingrou. Although she is only known as a saint of calligraphy, she has never shown her face in the world. She only writes poems and congratulates every year on the Queen’s birthday. She rarely jokes about it by idle people, saying that the Qiao family has no such person at all, and that the birthday poems are all written by Qiao Xiang.

It was not until Luo Suxin visited various families and asked for the truth that the two women had confronted each other at the age of 16 to the forbidden area of ​​the Qiao family that such rumors were self-defeating.

So even the girls of the Bai family were quite concerned about Qiao Jingrou. After learning that the two had not had a conversation, they were a little disappointed except Bai Gulan.

This kind of days lasted for two more days. Liu Ruohuan, who was bored on the ox cart during the day, also picked up the books on the bookshelf and picked up a few poems, songs and essays to read.

The first few books are normal. Although they are not as good as those beautiful words and sentences in his previous life, they can be considered as neat and clear rhymes.

But until the last crooked manuscript was taken out, he felt as if there was a faint gaze staring at him.

He opened a few pages casually and was shocked by the yellow wolf on it.

I saw that the page of paper was displayed, yellow wolf and yellow, roaring towards the sky and roaring at the high corridor. One after another, the sound of rushing the chicken was strong.

What a shit poem?

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the notes below, and found a beautiful line of fonts that read, "Yellow Wolf, Weasel," and "Impressive" after careful reading.

After turning a few pages, most of them were like this.

Liu Ruohuan looked at the woman opposite in surprise. The other party slowly withdrew his gaze. He suddenly felt that the literary glory of a generation of calligraphy saints had disappeared in his eyes.

He couldn't help but pick up the copy and asked, "You wrote this thing! You must have written it!"

The other party's big, delicate eyes blinked and nodded.

"Just in case I'll confirm again, your name is Qiao Jingrou, who is the contemporary calligraphy saint of the Qiao family. The legend says that the person who writes birthday poems to the queen every year is worth a thousand gold coins?"

The other party thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

Liu Ruohuan felt that she had received education in the new era of the 21st century, and probably could not understand the fairy's outstanding work.

I had no choice but to sigh and sit down with my head.

Until about half of the incense stick, he was a little sleepy when a sudden awkward sound rang out.

“Isn’t it good?”

Liu Ruohuan was suddenly awakened. When he wanted to squirt at this poem, he saw the girl's innocent eyes, and her eyes were like water, as if they could melt all negative emotions.

I couldn't even say the words that I endured for a long time.

"Uh, it's a little nicer. I'm a little unable to keep up with your literary height."

The girl lowered her head slightly and blushed. She whispered: "Young Master is so absurd."

Liu Ruohuan rolled her eyes. This girl might have been stupid in her reading and couldn't even hear the slander in her words.

But before he could speak, Qiao Jingrou stood up slightly, turned her body, and changed into a slightly upright sitting position. Her skin was as white as fat, and she looked as delicate as a ceramic. Now her skin color was dyed with red glow, which looked very beautiful.

Qiao Jingrou changed directions and bent down to drag the silk stockings on her right foot away. The exposed soles were slender, the insteps were round, and her skin was like a jade carving, as tender as a baby's face.

After doing all this, she seemed to breathe heavily.

"No, you suddenly took off your socks. What are you going to do?" Liu Ruohuan's eyes were confused, and she could not keep up with the brain circuit of the girl in front of her.

"My mother said that if you meet a man who makes you happy, you can kiss him, which is the greatest reward for men."

"Bah! What a crooked way!"

Liu Ruohuan spat and said angrily: "Who is the man in the world who likes to kiss his feet? Your mother must be lying to you!"

Speaking of this, his body paused, but he couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of his eyes.

Qiao Jingrou nodded in a vague way. When she put on the silk stockings again, she couldn't help but say, "My mother has never deceived me, maybe you are the only one who doesn't like it?"

Liu Ruohuan was speechless.

The two returned to their previous status, but this time Qiao Jingrou obviously became more interested in him and talked more.

"Have you seen many things that are not in the book? Can you tell me?"

"Ha, you didn't say that your mother is right, why did you ask me to say it?"

Qiao Jingrou thought for a while and said, "The book says that the woodcutter and the hunter crossed the same wooden bridge. The woodcutter laughed at the hunter for not having enough food for the hares, but he didn't know that the bear skin on the hunter was more valuable. The hunter laughed at the woodcutter who was tired of getting up early and chopping dry firewood, and he didn't know that the winter was coming soon, and that there was no firewood at home. "

She smiled with teeth, like a flower blooming, "I don't think it's worth it? I don't think it's true if you hear it, and you don't see it. You have to experience it yourself to know the truth."

"Yes, it seems that I underestimated you." Liu Ruohuan nodded, but still felt that something was indescribable.

Could it be that I have a small situation and I have to kiss me before I know if it is a reward?
Chapter completed!