Longevity starts from Liaozhai

Chapter 20
Nie Xiaoqian's father, Nie Zhixian, was a Jinshi in the second list, and her mother was from a scholarly family, so Xiaoqian was nurtured by her parents since she was a child. Now that she is twelve years old, she can already recite poems and compose Fu, and has a good appreciation for literary stories.

After she saw the manuscript of marrying the right man in the wrong sedan chair, she was really obsessed and could not forget it.

As far as this novel is concerned, the literary talent is not outstanding, but the writing is fluent, casual and natural, without any mistakes, omissions and incongruities, so that people can easily read it smoothly.

Moreover, this book also has an advantage that current storytelling scripts do not have. It does not talk about chaste women, filial sons and grandchildren, and does not preach or reveal the author's personal opinions. It just writes the word "love".

Although the atmosphere in Daliang Dynasty was open, feudal ethics still existed.

Xiaoqian has been exposed to poetry and books since she was a child, and she has more knowledge than ordinary women.She was in a trance, always feeling that she was missing something, and there was always some regret and inadequacy in her heart.

After reading the book, she was attracted by Li Yuhu's delicacy and straightforwardness, and also moved by Du Bingyan's tenderness and meticulousness.Two women who had never met before met by chance in a temple.

However, their marriage was not what they wanted.

Li Yuhu was forced by power, and Du Bingyan was forced by his family because of money, so it was a last resort.

Despite such shortcomings, Li Yuhu's joy dilutes Du Bingyan's sorrow.And the libretto describing the wedding scene of the two is full of the joy of happy events, making Xiaoqian also full of longing for the future wedding scene.

But the content of the first episode ended abruptly just as the two good sisters were about to part after the heavy rain.

They got into the wrong sedan chair.

Xiaoqian couldn't help worrying about the future of the two girls, but also hoped that, by accident, they would get their own happiness.

Isn't the title of the book just written?
Get on the wrong sedan chair and marry the right man!
However, she still wanted to know how many bizarre coincidences happened later.

Damn it, why hasn't my cousin come back yet?

Under Xiaoqian's heartfelt nagging, Wang Fu finally came back.

He also wanted to stay at Qin Chuan's house for a while longer, admiring the majestic wolf fur.Hunting is the greatest romance of men in this era.

It's just that he didn't dare to make Xiaoqian wait too long.

And Qin Chuan has already urged him to leave.

"Cousin, where's the manuscript?"

Wang Fu lit up a piece of paper in his hand.

Xiaoqian was a little disappointed, "Why is it so little?"

She said in her heart: "Who can read such a piece of paper?"

What Wang Fu said next made Xiaoqian even more disappointed, "There is no manuscript, only a poem."

So Wang Fu repeated Qin Chuan's words.

Xiaoqian was both disappointed and interesting.

She has also made poems in the past, but she has never compared other people's poems.

She is the daughter of the county magistrate, and she is only twelve years old. Where can she find others and poems?

This is something she has never tried before, and she is both afraid of embarrassment and excited.

"Show me."

"Take it, I'm going to study first." Seeing that Xiaoqian was being fooled, Wang Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

Why do the girls outside always make him feel very good, very wonderful, very moist.And the lady and cousin will make him feel scared?

Xiaoqian didn't care what Wang Fu was doing, she read Qin Chuan's poem carefully,

谩 Dao Merry intends to banished immortals, and sadly writes "Four Sorrows".

I haven't seen the beauty of spring before my eyebrows, but I feel the sound of autumn in my ears.

Who can dream of a good dream?I want to sleep but forget to sleep at night.

There is no longer a place to bury worries in the world, and the title is sent to the sky with the kite.

There is no description of fame and ambition, no love between men and women, and no underappreciation of talents, just a touch of immortality floating in the ink.

Xiaoqian has read many poems, and has seen better and more expressive poems than this poem, but she is not touched as much as she is now.

The kind of faint fairy spirit revealed in the poems, free and lazy, is exactly the leisure in life that Xiaoqian yearns for.

Life should be like this.

The maid, Abi, gently shook Xiaoqian's arm, "Miss, is this poem really that good?"

Seeing Xiaoqian holding Shiwen and laughing foolishly, Abi thought that the lady was possessed by a demon.

Xiaoqian snorted softly, "Abi, it's not a good or bad thing, it's a very special kind of poem. If you have to force it out, it's called like-minded, leisurely understanding. I ask you to read more often, You don't always listen, or you'd love the poem as much as I do."

"I'm a maid, why read so many books?"

"Hey, you don't understand even if you tell me. Don't bother me, I want to share this poem with you."

Of course Abi doesn't understand, she and Miss grew up almost together, and Miss's happiness is her happiness.Miss is happy, that is her happiness.

What she is most afraid of is to be separated from the young lady, so every year in mid-August, when Yujiang watches the tide and worships the Dragon Lord, she silently prays to the Dragon Lord in her heart, hoping that the future uncle will not hate her, so that she can always live with the young lady. together.

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After crossing, Qin Chuan finally managed to steal half a day's leisure.

He was not in a hurry to write a manuscript, nor was he in a hurry to practice kung fu. He just wove two swings, one big and one small, with ivy in the small courtyard.

Qin Chuan and Xiaoying Ning sat on it.

Squint and enjoy the afternoon sun.

Starting today, the sun is not so glaring and hurtful, it is just blindly warm, making people feel like soaking in a hot spring to relieve fatigue.

The swing was swinging leisurely, and the wind gently caressed Xiaoying Ning's face.

She is happier than ever.

Qin Chuan squinted his eyes, and unconsciously swayed with the swing. These days, his somewhat tense spirit was completely relaxed and relieved.

With the influence of the breathing rhythm, Hunyuan Boygong moves the Qi and blood in the body inertially.

The body has formed an instinct to practice the Hunyuan Boy Kung Fu.

Even if Qin Chuan doesn't cultivate on purpose, his physique will improve slightly in the future under the silent operation of the Hunyuan Boy Kung Fu.

The Hunyuan Boy Kungfu he is practicing now is quite different from the original version.

After his continuous practice and internal observation of details, the operation of Hunyuan Boy's Kung Fu became instinctive and adapted to his current body.

There is no practice that can be applied to anyone.

Adjustments need to be made as the world goes on.

Therefore, what Qin Chuan does is often focused on the current specific situation, rather than blindly using past experience to solve the troubles encountered.

Therefore, he still has to keep in touch with information about cultivation in this world, find the most suitable method of cultivating supernatural powers, and unlock the secrets of this world.

In this kind of leisurely life, the night falls unconsciously, and the moonlight fills the courtyard.

The curved crescent moon was exposed in the sky, which was quite bright.

The moonlight fell on Qin Chuan and Ying Ning.

Qin Chuan finally noticed something unusual.

The moonlight soaked into Ying Ning's delicate skin like water.

Demons can absorb moonlight for cultivation.

Qin Chuan remembered that this phenomenon did not appear on Ying Ning before, but it began to appear today.But there was no special change in Ying Ning's body immediately, just like soaking in warm water, showing a comfortable smile.

To be exact, she is much more comfortable now than when she was eating rice cereal.

(End of this chapter)