Secret agent Xiao Mengfei

Chapter 63 A Spiritual Baptism
Mu Tianhua and the others looked at the royal carriage leaving in Juechen with ugly expressions.

"Get in the carriage first, don't miss the hour." Liu Ruyi ruthlessly pushed away a servant who was about to help her, and said coldly.

"Auntie said so." Ji Churou smiled sarcastically and walked towards the carriage.

"Wait," Mu Tianhua stopped Ji Churou suddenly, "Churou, you don't have to go."

"Uncle, what did you say..."

Ji Churou was stunned, she had been looking forward to it for so long, and got up in the morning to dress up carefully, why not let her go now?
"Now you are in charge of guarding the house." Mu Tianhua left these words coldly, and got into the carriage.

After Fansha said that, how could he have the face to bring Ji Churou to the banquet again.

Besides, if it wasn't for Ji Churou's constant incitement, he wouldn't be so angry that he would lose his mind and hit his daughter hard.

Ji Churou was stunned, and was once again hit by the dust raised by the carriage.

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in the carriage.

"As expected of a royal carriage, it doesn't feel any bumps at all, just like a car..."

Mu Lingsha turned left and right in the carriage curiously.

In addition to the large seats covered with brocade silk, there are rows of small cabinets on both sides. When the drawers are opened, there are exquisite pastries inside.

As if discovering a new continent, Mu Lingsha grabbed the pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Yeah, delicious..."

"Don't eat too much, you won't be able to eat after you enter the palace." The voice sounded out of the carriage window with a faint sigh.

While eating, Mu Lingsha opened the curtain of the carriage.

I saw Fansha riding on a red-maned horse, walking side by side with the carriage.

His side face seemed to be chiseled by magic, without a single flaw.

The evil spirit emanating faintly looks a bit like a certain guy...

It's just that Fansha's aura is too cold, and that guy's aura is more unruly and wild than evil.

Mu Lingsha suddenly changed her mind. She had already inquired about Fansha. Since the background of this great general is so mysterious, could it really have something to do with Shen Ye?

"Afan, Afan, there is still some distance from the palace anyway, why don't we come and have a chat?" Mu Lingsha asked cutely.

Fan Sha froze, why did she start calling Qin Yunlie by his nickname?

"Nothing to talk about."

So cold!
Mu Lingsha persevered, "Yes, for example..."

After a pause, if it was modern, she would directly ask what movies she likes to watch, whether she likes folk songs or ancient styles when listening to music, but...

There is really nothing in common with the ancients!
Do you ask him which opera he likes to listen to?
It's hard to imagine the appearance of this iceberg man sitting in the theater with a serious expression on his face...

So, Mu Lingsha shook her head and read a sentence: "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning~ Afan, do you like this kind of bold and unrestrained poems, or do you like more graceful ones?"

Fansha: "..."

Mu Lingsha felt that the way he looked at her was like looking at a mentally handicapped person.

Who said that to communicate with the ancients, one must recite poems and compose fu!
"Could it be that people in this dynasty don't write poetry..." Mu Lingsha muttered.

"What about the next sentence?"

Actually responded!
Mu Lingsha immediately became excited: "Are you interested? Then I will continue to read to you."

"Don't you see, Gaotang's mirror is sad and white, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. Life is full of joy, so don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon..."

"How is it? Do you think this poem is great?"

Mu Lingsha raised her small face, waiting for Fansha's praise.

This is the handwriting of a great poet. For the ancients who valued elegance, hearing this poem must be equivalent to accepting a spiritual baptism...

Fan Sha was silent for a moment, and said: "I just think the way you read this poem is a bit funny."

　[The second round of the small theater]

　　Qin Yunlie: Ah Fan, do you think that Lingsha looks pure and cute, with an arrogant and cunning heart, like a snow fox on Tianshan Mountain... (intoxicated)
　　Fansha: ... (recalling Lingsha's appearance when she was reciting poems) It looks more like a convulsed parrot.

　　Lingsha: Author, can you get this person away as soon as possible.

　　Someone: ...can't...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)