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"Zhang Mingyuan." Ji Xuanyuan spoke again, this time, Meng Xiaojiang blinked, and he couldn't help asking: "Zhang Mingyuan? Where? Isn't Zhang Mingyuan dizzy?"

After he finished speaking, he saw the young man approaching the stone table and stone bench, Meng Xiaojiang opened his mouth wide, and saw the young man sitting on the stone bench facing the female evil spirit without hesitation.He didn't seem to see the girl beside him from the beginning to the end. He was fascinated by reading, and he was still immersed in his own world like a fascination.

Even the girl holding the pipa couldn't help but look back at him a few times. The girl looked around, and Meng Xiaojiang also recognized this young man as Master Zhang Mingyuan.

It’s just that the young master Zhang Mingyuan in this scene looks more immature and younger. If the fainting young master Zhang Mingyuan outside at the moment looks like a 20-year-old young man, then the young master Zhang Mingyuan in this scene looks like a 19-year-old young man. Years old, let alone, she really looked a little tender.

"Why is Zhang Mingyuan here?" Meng Xiaojiang has lived for thousands of years, but it is a coincidence that most of the people she comes into contact with are mortals and things. I have never come into contact with monsters, evil spirits, and good spirits, so this kind of weird scene is still the first time. The first time I saw it, I was very puzzled in my heart, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, he was really surprised, what happened to all these scenes now?

But Ji Xuanyuan didn't have the heart to explain, and pretended to smile mysteriously, which was so mysterious that people felt embarrassed.

Ji Xuanyuan only said: "Just look at it, you will probably understand after just looking at it."

Meng Xiaojiang glanced at him, and found that this person's demeanor of a master was getting weaker and weaker in his eyes, and was slowly replaced by the image of a pretending liar.Meng Xiaojiang groaned in her heart, and decided that even if Ji Xuanyuan was a monster, he was also a liar and a monster who only walked the rivers and lakes.

He thought so, but he didn't show it on the surface. Needless to say, Ji Xuanyuan, he was standing in front of Miss Pipa and Zhang Mingyuan, so he could see clearly, and also looked at these two carefully because of curiosity.

Meng Xiaojiang looked at it for a long time. At first, Miss Pipa always looked at Zhang Mingyuan left and right. Zhang Mingyuan was immersed in the world of books. At this moment, he is so interested in studying, so he no longer pays attention to Zhang Mingyuan.

Zhang Mingyuan came with no manners, didn't even say hello, and the pipa girl didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, she just drank the tea she brought on the stone table, lowered her voice and continued singing on her own.

Meng Xiaojiang is not proficient in small songs or operas, listening to this pipa girl singing, he just feels drowsy and bored, wishing to speed up the progress of this situation, really impatient to continue to watch the two look at each other speechless.

Ji Xuanyuan said again: "Speak."

Meng Xiaojiang hadn't realized what the words meant, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Mingyuan put down the book, Zhang Mingyuan turned his head, his face suddenly realized, he smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, which were white and neat under the sun, illuminating more than just A row of big white teeth, or a young and handsome face.

"Aunt Fifteen? Let me just say, this song is really nice to my ears. Think about who in our family can sing so well, only Aunt Fifteen can do that!" Zhang Mingyuan smiled, and the sunshine in his smile was very bright. There is a childish innocence and cuteness.

The fifteenth concubine also thought the same way. She looked at Zhang Mingyuan with a smiling face and big eyes, and after a while she called out in a low voice: "Hey, thank you, Second Young Master, for your compliment. It's absurd. My master sings well that way. It's just two brushes, so it's not worthy of your praise. Even Mrs. Jiu has a better voice than mine."

When Zhang Mingyuan heard this, his eyeballs rolled around. He looked at the fifteenth wife and smiled sincerely: "Ninth wife? I really don't remember. There are so many wives in the family. For a moment, I thought, I really don't know what to do." I'm sorry. Not to mention that everyone is good at something."

Aunt Fifteen looked at Zhang Mingyuan, not seriously, not directly, but shyly and cautiously.

With her long hair hanging down, she lowered her head and sideways, one eye was quietly exposed from under her bangs, and she looked at Zhang Mingyuan half-hidden.

At this time, the fifteenth aunt had some affection for Young Master Zhang, but the young girl calmly admired the youth's handsomeness, and if there was a little more affection, there would be no further ambiguity.

Aunt Fifteen laughed softly: "My face, can the second young master match it?"

"It's natural." Zhang Mingyuan grinned again, not reserved but sincere.

Zhang Mingyuan blinked, and said to Aunt Fifteen with a sincere smile: "You are different from them."

Aunt Fifteen listened too much and didn't take it seriously. She knew that this was a bait, and she knew that it was just something Zhang Mingyuan said casually, so she just casually asked, "What's different?"

Zhang Mingyuan blinked, with pure slyness on his face, this slyness flashed past, and he said seriously: "You, why do you always look so sad?"

Aunt Fifteen was stunned.

She thought that the second young master, Zhang's dandy, the second young master Zhang, would probably not have these few things to say.

You are prettier than them all.

You are younger than them all.

You sing well, your eyes are big and your color is good.

Mrs. Fifteen was used to hearing these words when she was in the theater troupe, so don't look at her as an old man who has been in the romantic scene for many years despite her young age. What kind of words, compliments, ambiguous words, and beautiful words, Especially the words of men, Aunt Fifteen has always been in one ear and out in the other, and has always regarded these men's words as a fart, a wisp of wind, and she can't keep them in her heart.

But it was the first time that Aunt Fifteen had said Zhang Mingyuan's words. It was the first time anyone had said such words since she was born.After the speaker finished speaking, he shook his legs and looked at her with a grin. Aunt Fifteen pursed her lips and found that Master Zhang Mingyuan was not a man, he was just a boy.

Boys are much cuter than men. What boys say is pure and purposeless. They just say it when they think of it. It does not contain any impurities, does not contain red dust, and does not contain men's desire for women.

Aunt Fifteen raised her head, and then she smiled brightly at Zhang Mingyuan. Zhang Mingyuan looked at it and smiled, and said, "You look so pretty when you smile, like a blooming flower."

On a sunny day, the sun was shining brightly. Standing in front of the stone table, Meng Xiaojiang thought, this young master is really provocative, and his words are really nice.

Thinking about it like this, the world changed suddenly, day went to night, night went to day to return, Meng Xiaojiang blinked, countless days passed in the blink of an eye, and countless fragments flashed.

Every segment is similar yet not similar, each segment is about those two people, there is the fifteenth wife and the young master Zhang Mingyuan.

Finally, several other people appeared in front of his eyes. Commander Zhang grabbed Fifteenth Aunt's hair and threw his pipa to one side. Fifteenth Aunt said loudly: "I didn't, it was just a drama I wrote in my spare time! I didn't steal it." people!"

The Thirteenth Aunt had red lips that opened and closed, and the scene was very chaotic. Meng Xiaojiang only heard the Thirteenth Aunt said in a whimpering voice: "Fifteen Sister, you don't have a smiling face all day long, but you write to yourself. The play is laughing, smiling pink-faced peach blossoms, this is not Siqinglang, who would you believe?"

Meng Xiaojiang saw another woman she didn't know wearing a cheongsam, her fingers were pointed, and with a wave of her hand, the overwhelming white papers of love and thoughts fell down one after another, like a snowfall of paper.

The two concubines grabbed a sheet and handed it to Commander Zhang first, as if asking for credit. Commander Zhang's copper bell eyes widened, and he swung a hand the size of a cattail fan at the fifteenth concubine, whose hair was messed up. After being beaten and lying on the ground, she lay down on the white paper all over the floor and wept mournfully.