Holy Maiden, please be in peace

Chapter 263 I'm afraid you'll run away again. (4200 words, two in one)

Lin Xun looked at the little white rabbit beside him.

At this time, Zhuling was looking left and right.

Although Zhuling still hugged Lin Xun's arm tightly, as if she was going to die and would not let go, Lin Xun also felt the softness of the little white rabbit (not counting as an airport, but still as a small hill).

But at this moment Zhuling was not afraid at all.

Even when Zhuling saw something delicious or interesting, she would hug Lin Xun's arm and pull Lin Xun over.

Then Zhuling raised her head, and looked at Lin Xun with watery eyes.

Then Lin Xun will buy it for her.

Snacks on the street, strange gadgets on the roadside, Zhu Ling was extremely happy with Lin Xun, as if she forgot to go to find her Sister Nongqin and Sister Wangxing.

And the private money that Lin Xun saved with great difficulty was flowing like a broken faucet.
It can be said that Lin Xun spent all the money he spent on listening to music in Goulan for the next six months on Zhuling, the little white rabbit.

Lin Xun couldn't help scolding these profiteers who took the opportunity to raise prices during the festival! ! !

But looking at Zhu Ling's satisfied smile, Lin Xun suddenly felt that it was worth the money he spent!
hateful!Men are indeed good-looking creatures!
And when he and Zhuling were looking for playing the piano, Lin Xun would find an opportunity to sneak away for a while every time.

For example, when Lin Xun asked Zhu Ling to play rings, Lin Xun would take away the takoyaki that Zhu Ling had just bought, nicknamed "I'll take it for you first".

Then Lin Xun, taking advantage of Zhuling's engrossed playing, hurried to find Sikong Wangxing with the takoyaki.

Sikong Wangxing, who was waiting for Lin Xun outside the poetry garden, would be filled with joy every time he saw that scumbag.

"Takoyaki has been waiting for a long time, and there are quite a lot of people in line, let's go in first." Lin Xun smiled.

Sikong Wangxing nodded obediently.

Into the garden of poetry.

In the poetry garden, there are rockery and water, palace maids, and winter bamboos.

Coupled with the brilliance of the moonlight and the traceless white snow, the white snow reflects the fiery red lanterns.

Everything is so elegant and peaceful.

There is no hustle and bustle outside.

After all, this is a place where literati gather, and the poetry garden is full of well-known talents in Los Angeles and young ladies from various families.

Talented scholars and beautiful ladies have been an eternal theme since ancient times.

Many of these talents in Shiyuan are Juren, have achieved fame, and will go to Beijing to take the exam next year.

Some of these beauties in Shiyuan are the daughters of local wealthy businessmen, and some are the daughters of local officials.

It can be said that Shiyuan is a kind of high-end blind date meeting.

Ordinary people still can't get in, but Lin Xun is a teacher of Los Angeles Academy, so it's different.

When Sikong Wangxing and Lin Xun walked into the Shiyuan, they first looked at Sikong Wangxing with one gaze, then two, and then three gazes. Immediately afterwards, almost half of the people in the Shiyuan Garden looked at Sikong Wangxing. .

There is no other reason. When the fairy in charge of the flowers walked into the garden, what happened to the other flowers?

Those young ladies in the courtyard are not even worthy of being Wang Xing's maids if they only talk about their appearance.

If it is not just about appearance, but also family background and talent.
Forget it, don't mention it, I'm afraid these young ladies will lose the confidence to live.

After all, people cannot be generalized.

Lin Xun didn't care about these gazes, after all, Wang Xing was already pretty, why, can he goug out other people's eyes?

It's just that Lin Xun doesn't like Shiyuan very much.

Because although Lin Xun is a scholar, he is also a half-hearted scholar.

To be honest, Lin Xun really doesn't know how to compose poetry.

Oh, if you copy poetry, then yes.

Although Wangxing doesn't hate Shiyuan, he definitely doesn't like it very much.

What Wang Xing likes is nothing more than being able to walk by Lin Xun's side, that's good.

"Mr. Lin."

A young woman came and bowed to Lin Xun. Lin Xun was startled and almost found a place to sneak in.

"Mrs. Wang."

But there was no other way, everyone was walking towards him, so Lin Xun had no choice but to bow one by one.

Mrs. Wang is Wang Yuanwai's concubine, and is deeply favored by Wang Yuanwai.

Wang Yuanwai and Lin Xun had a friendship while listening to music together.

Mrs. Wang and Jiang Qingshang also knew each other, and occasionally drank tea together.

"Who is this?" Madam Wang looked at Sikong Wangxing, and Madam Wang was stunned by the girl's beauty.

"Madam Wang is safe, my daughter is..." When introducing himself, Sikong Wangxing took a special look at Lin Xun.

At this time, Lin Xun was thinking about how to explain, and cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

Otherwise one day Mrs. Wang and Qing'er were having tea, and then Mrs. Wang suddenly said, "Mr. Lin seemed to be with a woman at the last ice and snow festival. That woman is so pretty. Do you know Qing'er?"

Then I will explode?

After glancing at Lin Xun, Sikong Wangxing bit his thin lips lightly, then turned his head, and said with a smile, dignified and elegant without being rude:

"The little girl's name is Lin Wangxing, and she is Mr. Lin's cousin. She has heard about the Ice and Snow Festival for a long time, and finally has the opportunity to visit Los Angeles."

"I see."

Mrs. Wang held Sikong Wangxing's little hand affectionately.

"Then sister is going to have a good time. Since you are here in the poetry garden, why don't you let Mr. Lin compose a poem? What does Mr. Lin think?"

Wang Yuanwai has more than a dozen concubines, but Mrs. Wang is the only favorite of Wang Yuanwai, not just because of her good looks.

From the moment when Sikong Wangxing looked at Lin Xun and the tightly suppressed affection, Mrs. Wang knew that this girl and Mr. Lin were definitely not brother and sister.

But Mrs. Wang would not expose it, and even Mrs. Wang wondered if this lovely girl could pass through the door of Mr. Lin's house.

Maybe even because of the "concubine", Mrs. Wang still has a faint idea of ​​helping Sikong Wangxing get past Lin Xun's family, and then counterattack Miss Jiang Qing, and finally Wangxing sister becomes a regular wife.

"Well, I really don't know how to write poetry." Lin Xun waved his hand.

I can only copy poems, how can I write poems?
"Mr. Lin is too modest. The phrase 'Yun Xiang's clothes are like flowers' was widely circulated." Mrs. Lin laughed, "If my master hadn't told me secretly, I wouldn't know it was Mr. Lin's masterpiece."

"That poem is actually"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Lin, don't be humble, it's not good to be too modest."

Mrs. Wang smiled and shook the handkerchief,
"This year's poetry garden is funded and organized by the Wang family. Talented scholars can compose a poem, including five-character and seven-character poems. The best ones can be sung by the singing girls in Luohu Lake when the ice lanterns are put on at the end tonight."

Mrs. Wang approached Lin Xun and said softly.

"At that time, the oiran of Los Angeles will toast the young master."

Lin Xun hesitated for a second, but Lin Xunyi refused verbally: "No, no, I really don't know how to write poetry."

"There are still 500 taels of silver for embellishing pens."

Lin Xun's heart trembled.

500 two!
500 two!
Lin Xun's heart was shaking!
According to the purchasing power of silver taels in Los Angeles!One tael of silver is equivalent to one thousand and one hundred yuan!

500 taels!This is my salary for five years!

"Mrs. Wang, I"

Just when Lin Xun was about to refuse with a trembling tone, Madam Wang sighed softly:
"Hey, is Mr. Lin still unwilling to give you face? That's a pity. Originally, except for the tip of the pen and the favor of the oiran in Los Angeles, all the mortal places can be free of drinks for a year for the first name."

"Cock!"

Lin Xun swallowed, his expression gradually serious.

"Mrs. Wang, I don't think it's important to pay for writing brushes or free drinks. The important thing is to participate in this kind of literary society. Scholars like me are obliged to do so!"

"It's easy to say." Mrs. Wang clapped her hands, and a maid came, holding a plate with several sandalwood cards on it.

Mrs. Wang gently rolled up her sleeves, took out a wooden sign, and handed it to another maid beside her.

"Tonight is the Ice and Snow Festival, so the theme needs to have the prosperity of the festival, as well as beauties and affection."

"So I understand." Lin Xun took over, "But can I remain anonymous?"

Although it is shameful to copy poems for 500 taels of silver, I always feel sorry for the seniors in my previous life.

But
This poem has so much to offer!
"of course can."

Mrs. Wang smiled softly.

"However, there is only one stick of incense left. In this stick of incense, please young master think carefully. After thinking about it, let Xiaofang write it down. Xiaofang will hold this wooden sign and bring your poem. The first time was selected by Master Qi of the Imperial Academy."

As an office worker in Qianguo, Lin Xun naturally knew about Mr. Qi.

I heard that Lord Qi is a clear stream, he is very knowledgeable in poetry, highly respected, and he was also the teacher of the previous emperor and the current empress of Qian Kingdom when they were young.

"Sister Wangxing, let's go eat pastries first." Mrs. Wang held Wangxing's little hand, and the more she looked at the girl, the more she liked her.

Sikong Wangxing glanced at Lin Xun. In fact, she was more like a maid, following Mr. Lin's side and watching Mr. Lin create.

"It's okay Wangxing, you are not in good health, go inside and have a rest, it's just a stick of incense." Hearing that Mrs. Wang wanted to pull Wangxing away first, Lin Xun became more motivated.

I still worry that I can't get out for the time being.

If she didn't look for that little white rabbit again, she might squat on the street corner and sniff her little nose.

"Then, that Wangxing is waiting for Lin. Brother Lin." The first time he called Lin Xun as "Brother Lin", Wangxing's cheeks were slightly red.

"Well, let's go." Lin Xun nodded with a smile.

When Wang Xing was brought into the inner courtyard by Mrs. Lin, Lin Xun heaved a sigh of relief and prepared to run away.

"Your name is Xiaofang?" Lin Xun looked at the maid beside him.

"Yes, Mr. Lin." Xiaofang bowed with a ponytail.

"Then Xiaofang, just wait for me, I'll go outside to collect wind and come back."

"Collecting wind?"

"Well, Caifeng." Lin Xun hurriedly left without explaining.

Seeing Lin Xun running out of the poetry garden, Xiaofang froze in place. There was only one incense stick of time, and all the talents were polishing up. Where did Mr. Lin go to collect the wind?
Running out of the poetry garden, Lin Xun hurried to the street where Zhuling was.

Sure enough, Zhu Ling, who had already bought the fried radish, stood at the corner of the street with tears in her eyes, looking around with her eyes full of water.

Among them, a few policemen who maintained the discipline of the Ice and Snow Festival were asking Zhuling what to do, and Zhuling backed away in fear.

"Bastard!"

Seeing Lin Xun, Zhu Ling hurried over, hiding her delicate body behind Lin Xun.

Several police officers who maintained discipline turned around and were a little surprised to see Lin Xun.

Although Lin Xun is a teacher, but relying on Setu and various martial arts novels, as well as Lin Xun's easy-going and informal character, Lin Xun has many friends in the officialdom of Los Angeles.

"So it's Lao Lin, your man." The arrester stepped forward quickly and glanced at Zhu Ling behind Lin Xun, "We thought something happened to this girl, we asked her, but she kept backing away and didn't say anything. "

"Hahaha, I'm sorry to trouble you, she is my cousin from afar, and she came to Los Angeles to play today, and I went shopping just now."

Lin Xun bowed.

Several police officers and Lin Xun greeted each other, then continued to patrol.

"Big villain, you, where have you been?"

With tears in the corners of her eyes, Zhu Ling looked at Lin Xun.

"It's been said that the line to buy juice is too long." Lin Xun quibbled.

"What about the fruit juice?" Zhuling pouted.

"That. I think there are too many people, so I won't line up. Isn't this worried about you?"

"What about takoyaki?" Zhuling puffed out her small chest in anger.

"The queue was so long that I ate the takoyaki."

"Bastard!"

Zhuling opened her teeth and bit Lin Xun's arm.

Lin Xun flung Zhuling away for a long time.

"Hmph! I'll eat it for you!"

But even if Zhuling was very angry, Zhuling still handed the snacks bought in line to Lin Xun to eat.

"Why don't you eat it?" Lin Xun asked after looking at the well-packaged deep-fried radish.

"This box is sealed and insulated. If I open it and you eat it, it will be cold." Zhuling pouted her lips and muttered, as if she was still angry at Lin Xun for making herself wait for so long.

Hearing the little white rabbit's words, Lin Xun's heart softened, and he rubbed her head: "Silly melon."

"I'm not stupid!"

"Okay, don't be stupid, don't be stupid." Lin Xun ate the warm fried radish, "Let's go, let's continue to find the girl playing the piano."

"You won't run away this time." Zhu Ling hurriedly hugged Lin Xun's arm.

"No, am I that kind of person?" Because the little white rabbit was hugged too tightly, Lin Xun couldn't pull his arm away from her embrace.

Yes, Lin Xun felt that he was considering the little white rabbit's feelings, definitely not because her arms felt soft and comfortable.

Continuing to wander the street, the little white rabbit next to Lin Xun quickly jumped out again.

However, in order to prevent Lin Xun from sneaking away again, Zhuling hugs Lin Xun's arm tightly no matter where she goes.

After a while, Zhuling was attracted by a hairpin.

"I have no money." Lin Xun looked at the little white rabbit cartoon wooden tassel hairpin, and the hideous price surprised Lin Xun.

Three taels of silver for a wooden hairpin?
hateful!Why doesn't the stall owner grab it?How many shikigami do I have to draw.

"I, I have money, and there is a small storage bag in my waistband." Zhuling said timidly.

"Then you take it."

"I'm afraid you'll run away again."

"." Lin Xun frowned slightly, "Then let me help you?"

"En." The little white rabbit nodded purely.

Lin Xun didn't think too much about it, he just stretched out his hand to get the tael from Zhu Ling's waist.

But when Lin Xun's hand just touched Zhuling's willow waist, Lin Xun's fingertips felt the slight trembling of Zhuling's delicate body.

When she raised her head, she saw Zhuling's blushing little face, her eyes, which were originally watery, were now even more ashamed as if they were about to drip water.

At this moment, Lin Xuncai realized that he was going to touch a girl's willow waist unpreparedly!

This is no better than the previous life.

Most ancient women were conservative.

The waist, feet, and hands are definitely not easy to touch.

Damn it, I have always regarded Zhuling as a younger sister in my heart, and I really ignored the fact that she is a girl in the first place
But Zhuling's shy appearance is so cute.

What should I do, I really want to take a bite.

(End of this chapter)