Chapter 11 Luo Xuan learns poetry and asks the world, and turns into the dream of entering the brothel

Autumn has arrived, the sky turns cold, and the wild geese are setting in the sun.

At night, I was copying. Luo Xuan read the book I wrote for him silently. Wan Qing was helping us make some tea.

Although I'm writing, I don't think about the purple hair and rice paper under me at all.

What I am more concerned about is the reaction of Queen Qingning when she saw me this morning. It's too abnormal to say. Normally, this should not be the case. Looking at her appearance at that time, she seemed to be very afraid of me, but it was the second time I saw her since I came to the mainland. There was no festival between us.

"Dead woman..." My consciousness was suddenly awakened by a scream next to me.

He turned his face and looked at Luo Xuan with an angry face. Suddenly, he touched his head with a smile: "Kid you, didn't you accidentally make a teacup? Why are you so angry?"

He seemed to suddenly think of something and returned to his appearance: "Master, Luo Xuan knows his mistake!"

My hand on top of his head suddenly stopped and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay to call me anything in the future, but don't call me master again."

Luo Xuan didn't care at all about continuing his indifferent tone: "Yes, master."

It's still the same. I shook my head helplessly. He picked up the books he was looking at on the table. These were what I wrote down silently when I was in Fengque Pavilion. They were all taught by my master when I was in the Fantasy Continent. I didn't expect to let Luo Xuan read it now, but he couldn't put it down.

" Luo Xuan, what have you learned?" I picked up the book and turned it over casually.

His eyes were cold, but he did not hide his enthusiasm for books. He recited "Mulan Poem" and "Peacock Flying Southeast" in one breath. I nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, is there anything else?"

He looked at me with bright eyes, and then looked cold: "There is also a "Fifteen Military Expeditions."

"Oh? It seems that Luo Xuan has really learned a lot. I praised him with a smile.

He is still a little adult's tone, and every word is no different from the original text:

Fifteenth from the military expedition, and return at the beginning of eighty.

People from the countryside, who is in the family?

Looking at the king's house from afar, the pine and cypress tombs are tired.

The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.

Atrium Sheng Lu Valley, Inoue Sheng Lu Aoi.

Cook rice and pick sunflowers as soup.

The soup is cooked for a while, but I don't know who it is.

Go out and look east, tears fall on my clothes.

I closed the book and took the tea brought by Wan Qing and handed it to him: "Do you understand this poem?"

He took the teacup in my hand and did not drink it immediately, but looked at the burning candlelight more coldly.

It's not that he doesn't understand, but that he has some reflection in his heart.

I still smiled at the corners of my mouth: "The saint is unkind and takes the people as a rumbling dog. War is always the feast of death, but it is the greatest misfortune for the people.

He looked at me thoughtfully.

I still smiled with a smile on the corners of my mouth: "It's really ugly for you to learn from Ximenque."

Maybe he took my joke seriously. He looked very serious: "I didn't learn from him."

"Oh? I rolled my eyes and smiled again, "So the sentence you just called me?"

I deliberately left a suspense for him.

He seemed to be angry: "It was you who knocked over the teacup first and wet my book."

I also learned his tone: "I didn't mean it."

"Well, who knows what you were thinking just now." He suddenly looked like a little adult.

I smiled secretly. I didn't argue with him. Because I won a long time ago. My purpose is that I don't want to see Luo Xuan kill again. Now that he has fallen in love with these poems, then my goal has been achieved, so this is enough.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" At this moment, he had long forgotten that I was his master, and he had long forgotten the ideas of killing that Simonque instilled in him.

"What do you think?" My eyes rolled again, leaving a confused face: "Kid, go to bed early." Then he strode to his room.

Wan Qing helped me tidy up the bed. There are wisps of the fragrance of orchids that I like.

"Girl, you are getting more and more interested in Luo Xuan."

I smiled and didn't say anything.

"If the dark fragrance sees it, it will be very happy." Go on.

Dark fragrance, this distant and strange name. After all, I still owe her.

Wan Qing watched me sleep peacefully, pinched my quilt corner, and then left. Now she doesn't have to give me a vigil every night anymore. I don't have to be afraid every night. Because I don't have to live in Fengque Pavilion anymore.

It's that dream again, the dream that has been pestering me recently.

The river bank is full of beautiful peach blossoms, and there is a woman in fluttering clothes on the boat. Her hair is very long and beautiful. Suddenly, she was covered with blood. The bright red blood dyed the whole river red, and the beautiful petals withered in the bright red blood, which was more delicate and touching.

Someone has been crying, crying.

It seems to be the voice of a little girl, but I can't see anyone all the time.

I woke up and suddenly sat up. The whole pillow was wet by myself. He sweated coldly all over his body and gasped heavily. The hair of the temples is wet and tightly attached to the face.

"Girl, you finally woke up."

Hearing this, I gradually raised my head, but again I was so scared that my face turned pale and retreated to the corner: "Who are you? How can you be here?

"My name is Nian Nujiao." She only said a faint sentence.

I looked at the person in front of me. Although my eyes were indifferent, I couldn't hide his touching face. She is not as clear as Nangong Waner, nor as gentle as Su, let alone as graceful as Yin Xueyuan. It is with a fragrance of peony. But it's definitely not the flowers, but... cold and touching.

Yes, it's cold and touching. Master often said that I would be cold and beautiful. But if the peony can also fall in love with the country, then I'm sure that the woman in front of me is cold enough to fall in love the country.

"Girl..." She looked at me without a trace of expression on her face.

I looked around in a daze and found that I woke up in another place: "Where is this?" I looked at her in astonishment.

"Peony Pavilion." She stood up, walked slowly to the carved table and sat down.

Peony Pavilion? What is it? How did I get here? Am I still in the palace?" I'm full of black lines again.

Her eyes were suddenly very deep, playing with the cuffs of her clothes: "Peony Pavilion... It is a place where men play with women and women sell their souls. The life here is not much different from the life of the court.

"Is it a brothel?" I jumped up from ** in surprise: "How did I get here?"

I still remember that I slept well in the heavily guarded Chaoxia Palace last night. I didn't expect that when I woke up, I was already in the brothel. What kind of logic is this??

"You'd better get up and have a good wash. Let's meet Mrs. Fan later." After saying that, she left without waiting for me to speak.

I got up from **, and the two maids had already brought clean water and clean clothes.

I was thinking quickly in my head about what went wrong. According to my current physical feeling, I should have been poisoned last night.

It is reasonable that my medical skills are not very poor. If you want to poison me, it is not an easy thing. Ordinary eczeal medicine doesn't have any effect on me at all. Even if it's toxic enough, if I can poison it without my defense, not the closest person around me, I can't do it at all. Is it???

Thinking of this, there was a sudden chill on my back, but I didn't expect it to be him... I sat on the stool in despair and took a deep breath. He pulled the corners of his clothes with both hands.

The girl next to me has already helped me with the towel: "Girl, wipe your face..."

I didn't pay attention to her and said coldly, "Go out..."

They didn't seem to understand what I meant: "Mrs. Fan ordered..."

I lowered my voice again and interrupted her: "Go out..."

When the two little girl saw my cold appearance, they were so scared that they didn't dare to say a word, and then put down the things in their hands and went out.