Quickly disassemble cp: male god please do not flirt

Chapter 60 A Liang Scholar's Dream ([-])

"Master, this word is really beautiful." The word "Cultivating Fate" has no Buddhist meaning of self-cultivation, but implies killing intent, but this killing intent seems to be imprisoned, and it has not leaked at all.

It's just that it doesn't affect the aesthetics of the glyphs in the slightest.

If An Qing hadn't already studied calligraphy, she would have been deceived by this gentle brushwork.

Seeing words is like a person, this person who cultivates fate is also extremely domineering.It seems that what Hua Wuying said is true.

"Sanniang can just call the poor monk to repair the fate. Does Sanniang know the meaning of this word?" Finally, she ticked back, leaving a touch of color.

"The spots are only tied to the banks of the weeping poplars, where can the good winds come from the southwest?" (The poem comes from Li Shangyin - Untitled.) A poem written by Xiu Yuan.

An Qing could understand it naturally, and her heart trembled slightly. Is this an extremely cryptic expression of love?Or are you just teasing yourself?
Shouldn't this cultivating monk be cold and noble?What is this?
However, the original body was not literate, so he said a little shyly: "Sanniang has never attended a private school, so she is not literate."

Xiu Yuan's expression did not change, and he still had a slight smile. He put the brush on the pen holder and said, "Then the poor monk will teach Sanniang how to read."

There seems to be joy in the tone?
An Qing tried to shirk the problem to no avail, so she agreed, using 200 points to temporarily turn herself into an illiterate person, and she began to regain literacy bit by bit.

He didn't dare to compete head-on with Xiu Yuan, so he could only play it safe. If he just pretended, he would probably be discovered by Xiu Yuan. At that time, it would be difficult to explain where the literacy skills he had never learned came from.

The word "Xuan Cheng" was originally taught by Xiu Yuan.Now An Qing really understands Xiu Yuan's feelings.

In this way, it is quite straightforward to teach one's own name how to read and write.

When he was still teaching the word "Xiu Yuan", An Qing put down the brush and put her arm around Xiu Yuan's neck.

"Xiuyuan, you, do you want to please me?"

Now that she knew the meaning of Xiu Yuan, An Qing also became bold, not to mention the trust in her heart made her feel that she could be willful in front of this person.

Hearing this, Xiu Yuan smiled even more intensely, and his hands were no longer secure, but put his arms around the waist of the person in front of him.

"I thought you were going to play dumb."

An Qing pursed her lips, and tightened the hand around her neck, he pulled it down a bit: "I'm not pretending to be stupid, I just really thought you were a serious monk, but I didn't expect you to be a dishonest one."

He took the opportunity to lower his head a little more: "I never said I was a decent person."

"So, what are you going to do that is not serious?"

Xiu Yuan didn't answer, but under An Qing's gaze, he hugged An Qing horizontally and walked out of the house.

"Do you know why Hua Wuying gifted you to me?"

An Qing pursed her lips, and no longer pretended to be stupid, she said: "You, the former emperor, must have countless secrets, maybe you told me to win you over."

"His step is excellent. If it were someone else, I wouldn't recognize it. If it were you, I could only recognize his way and be willing to be wooed."

"Your mouth is so poor. If I had known, I wouldn't have exposed you and told you to continue acting like a decent monk."

"Then you really have to wait until you are pressed on the mattress by me, and you won't have a chance to regret it."

"Why do you monk still say some nasty words?"

After the two laughed and scolded, they realized that they had only met twice, how could they have such a tacit understanding?
Xiu Yuan hugged An Qing all the way to a side courtyard, surrounded by red gauze, decorated with peonies and hibiscus, extremely delicate and beautiful, even the red mattress was embroidered with roses and lotus.

At this glance, it is clearly a woman's boudoir.

"Like it?"

An Qing was a little moved, but she didn't want to agree with this unscrupulous monk.

Aojiao said: "Hmph, with such a complete package, maybe which girl has lived there before."

Xiu Yuan smiled lightly: "I just set it up these few days, who do you think can live there?"

"Okay, you, it turns out that we just met, and you're just waiting for me to fall into your hands."

"nature."

　Probably a real or fake monk~ Hehehe

　　
　
(End of this chapter)