Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 256 The Book Has Its Own Yan Ruyu

The windows were closed, and the outside light fell the color of amber maltose.

The scholar tapped the chessboard that had just been adjusted with his fingers, signaling him to be quiet for a while.

The male ghost pursed his lips, a little aggrieved.

Is he not as good-looking as a broken book?

Fu Xian winked at her, and a small dimple appeared on his cheek, like a clear sky after rain, fresh and pleasant, touching.

Her eyes darkened, her naive demeanor was at ease, and she began to show her charm again.

Mu Xuan frowned into the word "Chuan", and didn't read a line of words for a long time, secretly thinking that beauty misleads people, beauty misleads people.

She sighed softly: "If you want to keep me, just stay. You can also review the contents of the book in another place on the left and right. Just don't bother me."

"Really?! You're going to stay with me. Don't worry, my lord. I used to be an elegant person, and I would never be that disturbing parrot that keeps chirping." Fu Xian made a light half-like promise. If so, he smiled happily.

You have been chattering non-stop, the cold-faced scholar thought silently with a blank face.

Muxuan was going to continue preparing for the scientific examination right now, so she put aside some distracting thoughts and immediately plunged into the obscure ancient prose.

Fu Xian didn't stop here, he ran to find a pillow in the cupboard and placed it behind Mu Xuan to make her read more comfortably, then he stopped making big movements, just staring at her quietly voila.

After a while, the male ghost couldn't help but tugged at her drooping sleeves, his eyes lingering on her face unscrupulously.

With distant mountain eyebrows, a tall and straight nose bridge, and a delicate porcelain-white face, the scholar's life is really good-looking, and every part of it is in his favorite place.

Fu Xian was closing his eyes and imitating the scholar's face in his mind. "He" looked like he was in a painting as he read the book seriously, with a trace of compassion in his brows and eyes, and his silent appearance reminded people of a solemn Buddha.

It seemed that the reading was getting better, Mu Xuan's eyebrows stretched, and there were little smiles in her eyes, which crushed a pool of spring water and swayed gently.

The expression on Fu Xian's face changed according to Mu Xuan's mood. That person was reading a book, and he looked at that person, one person and one ghost were quiet, and the occasional sound of books in the room seemed to be a moving rhythm.

The more he looked at it, the more fascinated he became, and felt that this scholar was really as bright as the bright moon, with broad eyebrows, like pine and bamboo.

"Why are you less popular than me..." Fu Xian muttered, Mu Xuan looked up at him, her clear eyes contained the morning mist, when Fu Xian came back from his thoughts, he bumped into such a pair Clear black and white pupils.

Mu Xuan is immersed in reading, and when she withdraws, she always feels that time has changed. Even though it has only been a few hours outside, she feels that her mood has changed, and the angle of seeing things has also changed.

When she sank into her own world, her spirit was also intoxicated in a space of steaming clouds and mist, and her spirit wandered around aimlessly and without emotion.

Facing the concern on Fu Xian's face, she showed a little confusion, and after a long while, she finally recovered her emotions, her eyes slightly curved.

Fu Xian's breath stagnated, and he blurted out a sentence: "Qing Ruo, did someone say that your eyes..."

"Good looking?" Mu Xuan asked curiously.

"No, when your eyes look at people, it seems that all living beings are not in your eyes, and you are a god who does not eat the fireworks of the world."

Fu Xian jokingly said: "Is it true that scholars are like this, immersed in their own world, but looking at the outside world like a fog, knowing that it is not true and not wanting to pay attention to it."

"You should go out more often."

Mu Xuan put down the book and said: "I should give this to you, go out and walk more often, the world outside Lanruo Temple is very different from the old dynasty, aren't you curious?"

"What are you curious about? Regardless of the old dynasty or the new dynasty, I am alone in the world, a lonely ghost with no worries, where can I go after leaving Lanruo Temple?"

Fu Xian's face was gloomy, the brilliance in his eyes fell instantly, and he was rarely saddened.

Mu Xuan thought to herself which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted. The male ghost is an antique ghost. If there is only one seedling in the family, he may be extinct.

The scholar showed an apologetic expression. He was originally sitting cross-legged. Seeing him hanging his head in frustration, he got up and went to him, gently rubbed his hair, and comforted him: "You still have me as a friend, as long as I am still alive, You will not die a lonely ghost."

"Thank you, Qing Ruo, can I call you that?" He asked cautiously, with hope in his eyes.

"You yelled before, so it can be seen that I stopped it." The scholar knocked on his forehead helplessly, inadvertently revealing his pampering.

"Qing Ruo."

"Ah."

"Qing Ruo..."

"Qing Ruo..."

He was addicted to shouting, the two words were repeated in his mouth thousands of times, and his tone was melodious. Mu Xuan spread out a book of policies and carefully recited the answers to people's livelihood issues in it.

Fu Xian's sadness only lingered for a short while, yelling at Mu Xuan non-stop, like a primary school student who just learned to read poetry, he kept reciting those lines when he got home, waiting for people to praise him.

This guy looks too foul, he is obviously a man, and his smile is more charming than that of an ordinary woman.

The weak color of the flowers of spring dawn is as bright as the brilliance of the morning sun.

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"Song...Miss Song, it's enough to get here, don't send it off." Xu Bo pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and bowed miserably to a woman in a white skirt.

"My lord has orders to confirm you boarding at Wanping Ferry." The woman's vocal cords seemed to be damaged, and her speech was difficult and hoarse.

Xu Bo shivered and signaled Chen Libin to get on the boat quickly.

The woman in the white dress has a slim figure, and she is holding an oil-paper umbrella in the clear sky. Large swaths of lotus flowers are winding on the umbrella surface. At first glance, it looks like real. I don’t know which artist is responsible for adding the colors of the lotus flowers. Deep red, red to a little dazzling.

The ferry where people were coming and going was extremely noisy, she stared at the boat carrying Xu and Chen away, a corner of the veil on her face was blown up by the wind, revealing a hideous scar.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A boy with a rough hand bumped into a woman holding an umbrella at the ferry, but he didn't catch anything.

There was a flash of astonishment in the young man's eyes, he looked good-looking and not shabby in his clothes, yet his purse was empty.

"Stop." The woman in the white skirt said in a cold tone, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, "Give me back my purse."

She clasped the boy's neck with five fingers, and could break his neck with just a pinch.

When the woman in the white skirt saw the boy's face, she was in a daze and slipped from his hand.

Seeing that the incident was brought to light, the young man felt withdrawn and wanted to run away.

He also just entered this business not long ago, and he is still a bit clumsy when stealing money. He only picks out those who seem to be rich and not very upright. Those dignitaries who don't want to cause trouble will calm down.

Unexpectedly, not only did he miss this time, but he was also about to be caught on the spot.

This time when I go back, I will have to suffer another severe beating.

The boy ran into an alley in the city. He touched the back of his neck and felt that the piece of skin touched by the woman was as painful as fire.

When he was at a fork in the road, the expression on his face was extremely horrified, and he watched the woman in the white skirt, standing in the shadow, walking towards him step by step.

That woman, no shadow? ! !

(End of this chapter)