My Lady Is Not A Demon

Unconsciously, two days passed.

These two days have been quite leisurely for Chen Mu, either chatting with his sister-in-law on drag racing skills, or shopping and cultivating feelings with the lady.

The little white-faced character who is obsessed with being nurtured can't extricate himself from it.

But the outside world is quite uneasy.

Because of the arrival of Charon, Qingyu County was cast with a dignified atmosphere, and the noisy county government also became extremely quiet.

When the servants saw the Charon wearing a flying fish suit, they walked cautiously, for fear of making a noise.

One by one, the nerves are tense.

There are also rumors in the market that the Ju Chunlou tragedy that occurred more than a month ago will be reinvestigated.

The news is quite intriguing.

After all, the previous announcement of the closing of the case given by the county government has clearly stated that the eleven brothel women died due to accidental ingestion of ‘poisonous mushrooms’.

Even the government office and the Ministry of Criminal Affairs have reviewed this case at various levels.

But now it is going to reverse the case.

It slapped her face.

This is a rare example in the history of the Dayan Dynasty, and the suspected fog is only known to the insiders.

In short, Qingyu County at this time was completely shrouded in a cloud of mist.

In the calm, there are many crises.

In addition, an interesting incident happened in Qingyu County to add a bit of activity to Shen Ning's atmosphere.

It's because of the appearance of a poem.

Wing goose.

This catchy poem circulated in the Qin Academy and quickly spread like a virus, and everyone knows it.

Even three or two-year-old children on the street can recite it completely.

Its magic power is beyond everyone's imagination. In just two days, not only Qingyu County, but the surrounding neighboring counties are also spreading wildly.

Aroused great heated discussion among literati.

But the most controversial is the author. At first, it was said that it was made by a nine-year-old child, but then it was said that it was a hunter, and then it was said that it was a beggar, a Taoist priest, a monk, a mysterious person, and even a scalper...

In short, the more you go through evil, there is no exact source of information.

Adds a mysterious color to this poem.

...

Inside the quiet and elegant courtyard.

Bai Xianyu in a white dress stood in front of the stone table and wrote seriously.

Her font is very nice.

There are women who are graceful and graceful, but they are also a bit fierce, soft on the outside and strong on the inside like a real person.

Chen Mu, who has seen a lot of ancient Master fonts, is also amazed.

It seems that the lady is also a scholarly lady.

This reminded Chen Mu of an ex-girlfriend in his previous life, who was a hardcore calligraphy lover, and he liked copying copybooks on weekdays.

Both the Yan Liuzhi body and the thin gold body have certain accomplishments and have won numerous awards.

Even Chen Mu was forced by her to learn calligraphy, but it was a pity that the latter had no talent at all. After wasting countless papers and pens, she had to give up.

Instead, on the bed, Chen Mu taught a lot of tricks.

However, Chen Mu learned a lot about some shallow knowledge of calligraphy.

"Big sis, is this poem the one that has been popular these past two days?"

Sitting in front of the stone table, Qingluo intertwined her ten fingers, and looked at the words on the rice paper with the back of her crisp white hand, and said with vigor.

What Bai Xianyu wrote was "Ying Goose".

"Um."

Bai Xianyu put the pen next to the inkstone and gently stroked the sliver that dangled from her small forehead, exclaiming, "This poem is really good."

"so so."

Chen Mu took the peeled grapes from Qingluo and threw them into his mouth.

Bai Xianyu glared at him: "It's suitable for movement and quietness, just like watching his deeds like hearing his voice. The person who wrote this poem is quite spiritual, don't talk nonsense."

"Written by a seven-year-old genius, do you believe it?"

Chen Mu said with a smile.

As a classic poem for children’s enlightenment in previous lives, almost everyone knows that this poem was written by King Luo Bin at the age of seven. Although many people in later generations doubted that it would be impossible to write it at the age of seven, the world of the child prodigy has A few people can understand.

"The world is so big, there will always be things that ordinary people can't believe."

Bai Xianyu didn't refute it.

Qingluo smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, if you can write this kind of poem one day, I promise that Big sis will have a bridal chamber with you."

"real?"

Chen Mu suddenly came to his spirits, his eyes shining brightly.

I knew there was such a shortcut, so what are daddy waiting for?

"Smelly girl, are you looking for a fight?"

Bai Xianyu frowned and kicked the opponent angrily.

Qingluo smiled mischievously and said: "It was originally, I told your brother-in-law, Big sis used to like poetry the most, or else you go to the academy again, maybe your talent is inspired, and you can really write one or two good poems?"

"Smelly girl, I can't shut your mouth, right?"

Bai Xianyu was about to fight, so that the latter quickly got up and ran behind the grape rack.

The girl poked her head out and made a grimace: "Sister, I deliberately mocked my brother-in-law. If he can really write a poem or two, I can take off my clothes and stand upside down."

"Ugh……"

At this time, Chen Mu sighed long.

I saw him standing with his hands behind, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, with a melancholy vicissitudes of life, slowly speaking:

"I planned to get along with you as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect it to be ridicule in exchange. If this is the case, then I...can only stop pretending."

He turned his head to look at the dazed Bai Xianyu and Qing Luo, and smiled slightly: "Yes, I wrote this poem!"

Time suddenly stopped.

One second.

Two seconds.

…

After a full ten seconds, Qingluo, who could not hold back, finally gave a stunned laugh, trembling with a trembling smile, hugging her belly and laughing.

Tears burst out from the corners of his eyes.

The scenery on his chest is like a roller coaster, flickering.

Bai Xianyu was expressionless.

She turned around and coughed twice, seeming to hold back her smile, staring at Chen Mu angrily: "Husband, this joke is quite cute."

Chen Mu Tanshou: "What do you mean, don't you believe it?"

"Letter, letter, letter..."

Qingluo smiled and stretched out her thumbs, "Brother-in-law is the number one daydream poet in the world, and the little woman admires him."

Chen Mu couldn't bear it anymore.

Regarding the big event of whether or not he could be with the lady's bridal chamber, he decided to let the other party see what is the combination of poetry fairy and poetry saint.

"Okay, then I'll give one on the spot."

Chen Mudao.

Seeing her husband's serious face and Bai Xianyu's expression weird, she really looked forward to it.

Qingluo also suppressed her smile, widening Shui Lingling's big eyes.

Chen Mu carried his hands on his back and paced slowly.

"Yes!"

Until the seventh step, his eyes flashed and he chanted:

"No one has died in life since ancient times, and a spring night is worth a thousand dollars. A woman forty is like a tiger and a wolf, and a hero will burst into tears."

Bai Xianyu: "..."

Cheongna: "..."

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