Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Well……"

Xiang Xing frowned and thought for a moment.

Soft eyes blinked, then chuckled softly, "He should be doing well, right."

After all, in a while, I will get married with Miss Liu and become Liu Xiangguo's Chenglong fast son-in-law.

"...That's it."

Ao Ye murmured.

His azure blue eyes were slightly dark, and he looked at the bag of sugar-fried chestnuts in his hand.

After a moment, with a miserable smile, he opened the oil paper bag in despair.

Picking up a charred chestnut in sugar, it didn't even peel the shell, so it was directly sent to the mouth and chewed sluggishly.

Two lines of clear tears slid down the white cheeks.

Xiang Xing looked at it and couldn't help feeling a little pain in his heart.

The little guy thought for a while, summoned his courage, stretched out his little white hand, and patted Ao Ye's trembling shoulder carefully.

She pursed her pink lips, her soft voice was filled with worries.

"Sister Ao Ye..."

Seeing her crying harder, Xiang Xing gritted his teeth and couldn't help clenching a small pink fist.

With a look of injustice, "For example, if Du Yunwen has a good life, it will make my sister sad, then... Then Xinger will go and beat him into a big pig, and give my sister a sigh!"

After that, she turned around and was about to leave.

The little hand was quickly pulled by the woman behind her, stopping her movement.

"Fine, nothing... it's not his fault."

Ao Ye lightly murmured, putting the sugar-fried chestnuts aside.

Raised his hand, wiped away tears indiscriminately, and exhaled suddenly.

"Everything is my fault."

"……Well?"

Xiang Xing didn't understand.

Ao Ye laughed lowly, let go of her hand, and lay back on the clam bed.

Beautiful eyes closed lightly.

"About a year ago, I had nothing to do. I sneaked out of the South China Sea and went to the upper reaches of the land to play in the mountains and water."

"One day, I swam to the imperial capital of Xia Zhiguo. At that time, the imperial capital was on the Fengya Festival and set up a Fengya arena for literati and scholars to come to the stage to test their literary talents."

"When I arrived, I happened to see a wonderful serial pair... and one of them was Du Yunwen, who was known as the number one talented man in the capital."

"He was competing fiercely with a literati from a foreign country, but for a long time he couldn't tell the winner."

"Until it got late, the organizers had no choice but to stop and give a new topic, and then fight again the next day."

"I was curious at the time, and the ghosts and spirits went so far, so I quietly followed Du Yunwen and sneaked into the Shangshu Mansion."

"This new topic is quite difficult. Yunwen pondered for a whole night, and after abandoning how much paper and ink, he still has no clue."

As he said, Ao Ye suddenly curled up the corners of her lips, her eyebrows seemed to be a little triumphant.

"However, although this subject has troubled him, it hasn't troubled me, who has lived for tens of thousands of years... So, I wrote some tips on paper, put it in a clay pot, and buried the pot in it. Under a willow tree not far from the back door of Shangshu Mansion."

"I disguised it again, and deliberately pointed out Yunwen's personal book boy, and asked him to notify his son to find it."

"Yunwen is worthy of being a smart and understanding person. After some of my suggestions, he immediately came up with the perfect answer...and won the final victory of Feng Ya Lei."

"In order to thank me, he wrote a little poem and put it in a clay pot, and I went back to it again..."

Ao Ye recalled, with a deeper smile, "Just like this, we started to chant poems through clay pots to make antitheses, even talking about the world..."

"Until one day, when I returned from a wandering trip, I found...the clay pot under the willow tree was missing."