Xingsu got up and opened the door, showing a smile: "Youmeng? Have you seen the owner of the manor come back so soon?"

Youmeng held a book and said freely: "It's just a meal."

Xingsu opened the door completely: "Come in quickly."

Youmeng sat on the head of the bed with her: "Xingsu, I've been playing all day today and I have no time to take care of you, but I have always wanted to ask you, are you and Xuanyue okay?"

Xingsu smiled lightly: "It's pretty good, we get along happily."

Youmeng breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing them like that in the afternoon, she thought they were having a quarrel.

Xingsu's eyes slid down: "What are you holding in your hand?"

"This is a secret weapon I specially brought to you." Youmeng proudly raised the book and said to her, "Look, I have carefully excerpted this book "Three Hundred Must Reads for Love Poems and Romances", which collects the hard work of famous masters of all dynasties. You must recite it repeatedly and memorize them in your heart."

Xingsu took it over and flipped a few pages, and his lips raised awkwardly: "It must be...or?"

"You can't learn other poems, but you must know them." Youmeng hooked her shoulder without any doubt, "In this way, you have ink in your stomach. When you and the moon are in front of the moon, if you think of it and you can pick it up at will!"

Xingsu was already big, but he also considered that Youmeng copied it by herself, and couldn't bear to waste her efforts. He said helplessly: "Okay, I'll do my best."

Youmeng was full of confidence in her and held her hand and suggested, "Then I will go to Xiangzhan with you tomorrow to choose sachets?"

Xingsu said, "No, I have already bought the sachet."

“Born?”

Xingsu took out the sachet under the pillow and showed it to her.

"You have a good eye." Youmeng held the sachet and his eyes shone, "Why didn't you give it to him?"

A hint of hesitation flashed through Xingsu's eyes, but he didn't want to tell: "I suddenly felt that the time was not yet ripe, so I wanted to observe again."

She didn't tell Youmeng the misunderstanding that Siqiao brought today. She didn't want her to worry, and she didn't want to be like a resentful woman.

"Okay." Youmeng stopped pursuing the root of the matter and patted Xingsu's back to express her support for her decision. "Good things will be harder, you can grasp them yourself."

Xingsu nodded: "You don't have to worry too much about me, I know what to do."

Youmeng stood up and said, "Then I'm going back to my room, you can rest early."

Xingsu sent her out of the room and closed her door, looking lonely again.

She sat back on the edge of the bed, opened the collection of poems with her hands casually, her eyes locked by a poem, and she couldn't help but recite:

"May I be like a star and a moon, and the light flows brightly every night..."

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Youmeng walked a while in the aisle, pushed the door and entered the room, lay down directly into the bed, and closed her eyes tiredly. This day she was exhausted. Now everything is fine and everything she wants to do is to have a good sleep.

I didn't feel strange at first, but suddenly I felt a shadow on my eyelids. She narrowed her eyes a slit, and Su Zhi's handsome face that was so angry that both humans and gods suddenly came into her eyes.

He was leaning on the bed with his hands, looking straight at her with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Ah..." She was so scared that she was shocked and stared at him, "Why are you here?"

"You asked me why I'm here?" Su Zhi narrowed his eyes interestingly, lowered his head and leaned closer, "You little confused insect, you rushed in without saying hello, are you acting like a hooligan?"

Youmeng suddenly realized something was wrong and panicked: "Is this your room?"

"What about that?" he raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!