Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

?Like doing Chinese reading comprehension, Ye Chuijin explained in detail what kind of techniques and thoughts and feelings this poem uses.

Zhan Mijiang only looked at her with a pair of eyes. In fact, there was no way to hear what she was saying, only nodding with a smile.

After she finished explaining, Zhan Mijiang somehow came up with a little question out of his lack of reason: "Is this poem expressing homesickness?"

"Um."

Zhan Mijiang's voice became low again: "Where is Madam's hometown?"

Hearing this, the little fairy glanced at him inexplicably.

Who doesn't know that the Lao family is a family in the capital. At this time, Zhan Mijiang asked such a question. What does it mean?

Although she thought so in her heart, she still replied: "It's Kyoto."

Zhan Mijiang continued to look at her with a smile, and wanted to wait for her to ask, "Where is the hometown of the prince."

As long as she asks, Zhan Mijiang will answer immediately: in your heart.

But after answering his question, the little fairy continued to turn his head to look at the poems in front of him.

Zhan Mijiang waited for a while, and found that she had no intention of asking.

Unwilling to be lonely, His Royal Highness King Xun has no choice but to say: "My hometown is not in the capital."

Hearing him say this, the little fairy looked at him, as if waiting for him to continue.

Zhan Mijiang also looked at her, waiting for her to ask.

After a while, the little fairy looked at his expression: "...oh."

I see, your hometown is not in Beijing.

After responding to this sound, she continued to sign up.

Zhan Mijiang froze on the spot.

The two of them finished walking around the garden in a weird atmosphere, and it was a bit late.

There is a restaurant behind Qi Meng Yuan, and the two of them went to the restaurant to have a meal, and then returned to Qi Meng Yuan.

In the evening, talented scholars competed in a poem meeting.

Martial artists compete in martial arts, and talents compete in talent.

Compared with the bold swords, lights, swords and shadows, the competition of the poetry club looks more refined, and there does not seem to be any smoke of gunpowder, but the meaning of the inner competition is by no means easier than the swordsmen.

After seeing a hearty poem competition, the two finally walked out of Qimeng Garden with the crowd.

It was the willow shoots in the moon, and when she got on the carriage, her cheeks were still a little red, and her eyes were shining, as if there were little stars hidden in them.

Zhan Mijiang sat silently aside.

After arriving at the house, she bowed and wanted to go back to her room. Zhan Mijiang suddenly pushed her against the wall, gently covering her head with her right hand.

The woman in the cyan elegant robe opened her eyes wide, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Zhan Mijiang's voice was low: "Don't you wonder where my hometown is?"

The woman originally thought he was going to say something, but she didn't expect it to be such a no-brainer.

She opened her mouth.

Zhan Mijiang looked at her with an undiminished smile: "My hometown is in your heart."

Others are homesick, I miss you.

The love words that had been holding back for so long finally came out, and then he let go of the hand that held her and gave up his position: "It's getting late, let's rest early."

The little fairy who was baffled by the wall looked at him with a blank look, and then hesitated and returned to his room one step at a time.

Zhan Mijiang blew a whistle in a very good mood and went back to the study.

The next day, Zhan Mijiang, who couldn't restrain his romantic chasing his wife, got up early and went to cook in person to make her a breakfast.

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