Fast Transmigration: Cannon Fodder

Chapter 297 Another Story of the Western Wall ([-])
Huang Ningmeng flipped through the Buddhist scriptures for a while before waiting for Hongyan to come back with a tea tray.

After a cursory glance, the blood on his forehead has been cleaned up and the medicine has been applied.

From her point of view, this medicine is still a good medicine, and it was given to her by the prime minister's wife.

Hongyan's face is very calm, her manner is very calm and generous, she is not afraid of seeing the medicine on her forehead, she has obviously been explained by her wife, and knows what to say when asked.

Madam, given her character, she really wants to intervene and beat her up, not to mention the madam's instructions. Even if the madam herself comes over, she can still do it.

Huang Ningmeng took a sip of tea and found that there was no strange taste before continuing to read the Buddhist scriptures.

Hongyan, on the other hand, was stunned.

Didn’t Huang Ningmeng see it?Her forehead has been smeared with medicine, doesn't she feel a little angry when she sees it?
How did she suddenly become so talkative?

No, no, she is definitely not so easy to talk to.

Hong Yan was stunned, she couldn't understand Huang Ningmeng's temperament at all.

Huang Ningmeng patiently flipped through the Buddhist scriptures in the room all afternoon, and the outside world was about to be turned upside down.

Hearing that the abbots in the temple were full of praise for Huang Ningmeng, the young masters immediately took action.

The temple didn't stay any longer, so I hurried home and asked the matchmaker to go to the prime minister's mansion to propose marriage.

For a time, the carriages at the entrance of the temple were crowded. If Yuanjue Temple was not far away from the city, it might be possible to run back directly.

At night, the temple is almost empty except for the royal people.

Huang Ningmeng played with the jade flute and came out again.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he went straight out of the west chamber and into the garden.

"Miss, it's so dark, shall we go back?" Hongyan was young after all, and Huang Ningmeng didn't allow her servants to follow her, so she was a little scared.

Yuxiao turned flowers in Huang Ningmeng's hands, she smiled with her lips curled up, her eyes brightened, "If you want to go back, go back, you don't have to follow."

Hongyan shut up. She wanted to go back and ignore her, but her mother told her to keep an eye on Huang Ningmeng no matter what.

Huang Ningmeng sat down in the gazebo in the garden, put the jade flute by her lips, moved her fingers slightly, and began to play.

The sound of the flute spread far under the moonlight.

The east wing heard it, and the west wing naturally heard it too.

The prime minister's wife knew that the young masters outside were gone, she was annoyed, and she didn't have time to worry about Huang Ningmeng, she could brag as she liked, anyway, apart from the servants, only the monk remained among the men in the temple.

The scholar who was reading poetry in the west wing heard such music and immediately recognized that it was played by Miss Huang.

With a thought, he put down the book and walked out.

The scholar first went to the wall separating the west wing from the courtyard, but found that the sound was not coming from inside.

Hearing it again, it seemed to be coming from the garden.

The scholar walked to the side of the round arch and looked out, just in time to see Miss Huang playing in the pavilion.

"Ms. Huang thought that everyone in the West Wing had left, so she dared to come here to play the music at night." The scholar said in a low voice, "This sound is like fairy music, it's refreshing to listen to."

The scholar looked at it for a while, and then exclaimed: "Miss is graceful and graceful. Just sitting there, she looks like a fairy in the moon, but I don't know what her face looks like? Last time I saw you for the first time, she wore a light veil. Now It's really rare to show your face for the first time, let me look at it from another place."

The scholar quietly turned around and walked forward in small steps.

Huang Ningmeng felt someone's presence. Although it was very subtle, she could still feel it clearly.

She stopped playing the flute, and said to Hongyan: "You stay here, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Hong Yan was frightened by her sharp tone, and quickly said "yes".

Huang Ningmeng stood up, lifted her skirt and walked towards the courtyard wall.

The scholar didn't hear the sound of the flute and thought the lady was leaving. He quickly placed the stones on the ground, not caring whether they were stable or not, stepped on them, climbed on the wall and looked into the garden.

At this moment, a bright and charming face appeared in front of him, the woman smiled so sweetly, the scholar was immediately dumbfounded.

"The beautiful woman is full of national beauty, and her gracefulness surpasses her surprise."

Huang Ningmeng smiled slightly, her almond-shaped eyes were one part smile, one part teasing, one part slightly angry, and one part gritting her teeth, "Scholar, is this little girl pretty?"

The scholar woke up with a start and realized that the two of them were so close now. He let go of his hands as if he was being electrocuted. He couldn't help but step back a little, but he forgot where he was now. His feet slipped and he screamed. fell down.

"Alas..." Huang Ningmeng shook his head and sighed helplessly, with no intention of reaching out to give him a hand.

"Master, he is Ji Rufeng!" The ring recognized him when it saw him. It prayed thousands of times, but it didn't expect him to be reincarnated as the person it least wanted to see.

"I know." Huang Ningmeng turned around calmly and jumped off the flower platform, walking towards the round arch.

"Master, do you know? What if he abandons you?"

"Abandon me? Break all three legs together." Huang Ningmeng let out a grin and walked into the west chamber.

ring……

Why do you suddenly feel sympathy for Ji Rufeng?

Hong Yan from behind watched Huang Ningmeng enter the West Wing, and became a little nervous.

Didn't all the princes in the west wing leave?How come there are still people?

She didn't dare to follow, and with Huang Ningmeng's uncertain temperament, she was really not sure if she would do something to her.

The scholar's butt was in pain from the fall, and his facial features were all wrinkled together. He rubbed his sore butt and stretched out his hands to grab something to help him stand up. After a few attempts, he suddenly caught a pair of hands.

These hands held him and lifted him up.

The scholar turned around and held up his hands, "Thank you very much for helping me, I will definitely repay you."

"Oh? Scholar, how are you going to repay me?"

The scholar was stunned, and looked up, wasn't it Huang Ningmeng?
The scholar took several steps back, his face flushed with embarrassment, "Miss Xiaoxiao, Xiaosheng didn't know that Miss came here, so...so offensive, please forgive me, Miss."

"It's Miss, not Little Miss." Huang Ningmeng deliberately teased him, taking a step closer.

The scholar didn't dare to raise his head, "Yes, Miss."

"Scholar, what's your name?"

"Small, my name is Jiang Sheng."

"You're peeking at me here." Huang Ningmeng told the truth directly.

"Xiao, Xiaosheng..."

"You don't have to explain. You write a poem for me tomorrow. You can leave it to me in the garden tomorrow night. If you write well, I will let you go. If you write poorly, I won't let you go." Huang Ningmeng Smiling like the spring breeze, he turned around and carried the jade flute that turned into a flower in his hand behind his back.

She glanced back slightly, smiled and left.

Jiang Sheng was stunned by Huang Ningmeng who was so energetic.

In the past, the women he saw were almost all gentle and graceful, but when he saw a man who was shy, how could it be like this?There are limits to advance and retreat, chic and self-satisfied, especially...

Jiang Sheng couldn't tell where it was, he had never seen such a woman before, and there was no part of her body that did not attract her.

(End of this chapter)