The whole world is an NPC

Chapter 202
During the three days, Xueying stayed in the Tianzihao courtyard of the inn, playing the piano and reading books to entertain herself.

As a result, something unexpected happened again. A young man in the courtyard next door somehow secretly threw a paper ball over.

Dujuan picked it up and Xueying opened it to take a look.There is a gold hairpin wrapped in the paper ball.

I wrote a short poem on the paper: It is also difficult to paint the artistic conception and spirit. I don’t know what happened to the fairy world?In the depths of the clouds above the king's hall, Xiao Lang should be driving the Cai Luan.

The main idea of ​​the poem is to say: wow!What a beautiful fairy!She should be with me, and we shall be as happy as gods.

Du Juan watched from the side, his face turned red and then blue.

"Frivolous villain!" Du Juan scolded, grabbed the hairpin and paper, rolled them up, and threw them back.

Ye Xueying thought: Was she being teased?

The next day, another ball of paper was thrown over.Du Juan picked it up and wanted to throw it away, Xueying said with a smile: "After I finish reading, you can throw it away."

Du Juan pouted and handed it over, and Yunyan came over curiously to look around.

Ye Xueying spread it out and saw that this time the paper contained a pearl as big as her thumb.There is still a poem on the paper: sleeping on a cold pillow every night, blowing the cold quilt in the morning.The scenery in front of us is beautiful, who is willing to talk about it?

The main idea of ​​the poem is: I feel so cold every night when I sleep, and I need a girl to keep me warm.

Ye Xueying laughed when she saw it, and said to herself: Is this an ancient note?Much more fun than high school notes.

Du Juan glared at the lady resentfully, snatched back the paper and pearls, made a ball, and threw the poems and pearls back.

Ye Xueying called Zhang Ma and said with a smile: "Let me ask, who is the guy next door?"

Well, that guy successfully aroused Ye Xueying's curiosity.She scanned the next door with her consciousness.

The young master was about a year old, dressed as a scholar, and looked a bit handsome.Judging from his clothes, he looks like a wealthy man. He is accompanied by two bookboys and four followers.

Check out his name: Su Zhi, a first-class professional candidate.

After a while, Zhang's mother came to report and said: "The next door is a student who came to Beijing to rush for the exam. His surname is Su, and he was born in the family of a wealthy merchant in Hezhou."

"Tsk, tsk, I have to rush for the exam, but I still have the heart to do this kind of thing." Ye Xueying said with a smile.

"These scholars, apart from reading books, don't they just think about this kind of beauty every day. They really think that if they write a poem or two, there will be a beautiful woman in their arms." Qian's mother sneered.

"Isn't that how those little stories are written?" Ye Xueying said with a smile.

"It's all made up to deceive people, and only a stupid scholar would really believe it." Zhang Ma said.

"That's not necessarily the case. Girls are raised in deep boudoirs, and it's rare to meet a man they like. Once there is a man who is a bit talented and decent-looking. The shop will disappear after passing this village. It's better than a blind marriage. If you want to marry safely, maybe many girls will be fooled." Ye Xueying said with a faint smile.

Zhang Ma smiled and said in her heart: No matter who is fooled, you will not be fooled either.Du Juan really has nothing to worry about.

Mr. Su was also trapped in the inn due to the martial law. He had nothing to do. He heard the voice of a woman next door and the beautiful sound of a piano.It made his heart itch, and he secretly climbed over the wall to watch.As a result, when he saw Ye Xueying's celestial beauty, he couldn't help himself.So it is to lure it for profit, and to pick it up with poetry, and I want to have an affair.

On the third day, when Ye Xueying came to the courtyard to play the piano.A ball of paper was thrown over again.

Yun Yan had been waiting for a long time. Before Du Juan could pass by, she took it out and showed it to the young lady.Ye Xueying unfolded it, and inside it was a gold bracelet set with rubies.Mr. Su's gifts are getting more and more valuable every time he gives them away.

The poem goes: The fine grass turns green in spring, and the idle flowers turn red after the rain.I miss you so much that I can't see you, and I paint the east side of the building in melancholy.

Yunyan took advantage of the young lady to read, and also hurriedly read, and said with a smile: "This is not well written, it's already autumn."

Ye Xueying looked at her with admiration and said with a smile: "Wow, Yunyan can also write poetry."

"Miss, you are making fun of me. Although I can't write, I have read some poems after being with the lady for so long." Yun Yan pursed her lips and said.

Du Juan also said: "That's right, this poem is written in the tone of a girl's family."

Ye Xueying smiled and said: "This is normal. Some old men in their fifties and sixties have this taste in writing poems. These scholars sometimes like to write poems in a girl's tone. After writing, they will be complacent and show it to others everywhere. .”

"Aren't they shy?" Yunyan said in surprise, her eyes widened.

"The shame is all on their lips, and there are too many scholars who have no shame." Xueying complained.

"Miss! This Mr. Su is too much, do you want to teach him a lesson?" Du Juan said angrily.

"Oh? Do you have any good ideas?" Xueying asked curiously.

Du Juan opened his mouth, unable to speak.She's really not used to doing bad things.

Ye Xueying stared at her interestingly to see what she could say.

After half a day, Du Juan said: "We wrote a letter to his home and asked his father to take care of him."

After hearing this, Ye Xueying immediately fell down on the table and burst out laughing.

Yun Yan glared at Du Juan, wondering what kind of bad idea this was?

Mama Zhang and Mama Qian couldn't help laughing either.They secretly sighed: This cuckoo is honest!If this story gets out, it will only be a romantic story to Mr. Su, but it will have a bad reputation for Miss.Maybe, some people say that the young lady has misbehaved and seduced the young master.

Hearing the laughter, Su Gongzi next door felt even more itchy.Secretly guess why they laugh when they read his poems.

While thinking about how to impress the beautiful woman next door, Mr. Su fell asleep in a daze.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Mr. Su woke up from the cold. He sneezed and opened his eyes.

Seeing the long white clouds in the sky, Mr. Su was dumbfounded.What about the roof?

He hurriedly turned over and got up, only to find himself in a valley.The surrounding area is full of lush vegetation, and there are no roads.

Mr. Su was stunned, he looked at himself, he was wearing a thin underwear.

There was a rushing sound from the grass not far away, as if a huge beast was about to come out.Mr. Su panicked and hid behind a tree.

"Hold the grass! Where is this? Why am I here? Where is your son!" a person said loudly.

Hearing this, Mr. Su breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out and said, "Shi Yan! I'm here!"

"Master! Where are you?" Shi Yan yelled and followed the sound to find him.

The young master jumped up and shouted: "Here! Here! I'm here!"

Seeing that the young master was fine, Shi Yan was relieved.If something happens to the young master, he will be finished, and the master must beat him to death.

After a while, the others also woke up, all screaming in surprise.

After a while, they finally got together.

Mr. Su and his followers found themselves in a big mountain.There is nothing but a box of books around me.No food, no money, no luggage.

Hey, Ye Xueying packed them up overnight and transported them to the mountains hundreds of miles away from Tongcheng.Let Mr. Su be as melancholy as you want in the mountains!It was considered a small punishment for his frivolous teasing of herself.

I left a box of books for him to hold and keep warm.As the old saying goes: The book has its own millet, the book has its own house of gold, and the book has its own beauty like jade.

(End of this chapter)