"Xiao Zhuo, who is it?"
The woman in white asked.
"Uh, it's a young man, and a mortal at that.”Xiao Zhuo opened the door a little and looked outside before turning back to reply.
"Mortals?"
The woman in white frowned and said,""Ask him what's the matter?"
"He said he was here to stay. Miss, what do you think?”
Xiao Zhuo looked at the woman in white with a questioning gaze.
"Let him in and arrange a courtyard for him. At the same time, warn him not to run around at night.”The woman in white instructed. Then, she didn't pay any more attention to it and placed her attention on the book.
"Hey, come in!"
Xiao Zhuo opened the door and a young man with a slightly tired face and a bamboo basket on his back walked in.
It was Qing Lan, who had entered the mountain to pick herbs. He had brought his own tent, but he was unlucky. It was drizzling and the mountain was cold. Qinglan could not stay there any longer. Fortunately, there was a family in the depths of the mountain. "Thank you." Qing Lan thanked him and walked through the door. As soon as she stepped through the door, Qinglan was attracted by the scene in front of her, especially the extraordinary woman sitting under the waterfall. the empty mountains are just after the pattering of rain. I return to my nest at dusk, late autumn comes. the screen in the quiet courtyard is three thousand feet long. The beauty leaned against the stone and played the zither. Qing Lan couldn't help but praise this scene from an ancient poem from her previous life.
Of course, in order to adapt to the scene, he also made some slight adjustments. Otherwise, it would be against the rules. However, as soon as Qing Lan finished reciting the poem, the woman who had been playing the zither without looking up suddenly looked over in surprise. She did not expect that an ordinary person in the mountains could compose such a poem. " After the new rain falls on the empty mountain, I return to my nest at dusk and autumn comes later. The screen in the quiet courtyard is three thousand feet long. The beautiful woman is leaning against the stone and playing the zither…" She could not help but sing softly. After he finished reading, he couldn't help but nod. For the first time, he looked at Qing Lan seriously. On his body. Indeed, he did not have any cultivation. No doubt about mortals. Under the drizzle, her green robes were slightly wet, but she did not look disheveled. On the contrary, she gave off a very clean feeling. She had to admit that this mortal gave her a very comfortable feeling. It was also the first time that her traditional view of mortals had changed slightly. " Ordinary people, not necessarily…" She thought as she put away the book."Young Master, good poem. This little girl thanks you.”"Young Lady is too polite." Qing Lan cupped her hands at her and followed Zhuo to her residence to rest. "Have you settled down?" The white-robed woman asked softly. "Yes, Miss." Xiao Zhuo walked back and then opened her mouth in surprise. She exclaimed,"Miss Yi, isn't what you wrote the poem he wrote just now?”"Yes." The woman in white nodded and wrote down the poem that Qing Lan had just written.
"Hey, hey, miss, don't tell me you've taken a fancy to this mortal. You actually wrote down his poem.”Xiao Zhuo covered her mouth and exclaimed. "What nonsense are you spouting?" The woman rolled her eyes at Xiao Zhuo and put down her brush. "I just feel that this poem of his really suits the situation here. Previously, I always felt that something was missing here. With this poem, it's perfect.”"After the ink has dried, decorate it and hang it up.”"Hee hee, Young Lady also said that she didn't fancy that mortal and wanted to hang up his poem.”Xiao Zhuo mischievously covered her mouth and laughed. "You little girl, if you continue to spout nonsense, be careful that I'll hit you!”The woman in white pretended to knock Xiao Zhuo and said at the same time,"No matter how good a mortal is, he's still a mortal. He's worlds apart from us. Besides, how could I fall for someone just based on a poem?”"Besides…"
Qian Yin wanted to say something but stopped. She only tightened her grip on Dream of the Red Chamber and Joker.
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