My wife is not a demon

In addition to being annoyed, I didn't feel a little funny.

Recalling the scene where the other party wiped her skirt just now, his eyes were filled with endless tenderness, and he sighed:

"I really don't want to like him."

The woman got up and walked to the dressing table, and turned the direction of the bronze mirror that Chen Mu used to spy on her just now.

Chapter 55 The Poetry is Here!

Before I knew it, two days had passed.

The past two days have been quite leisurely for Chen Mu, either chatting with his sister-in-law about racing skills, or going shopping with his wife to cultivate their relationship.

The little boy who is addicted to being taken care of can't extricate himself.

But the outside world is quite uneven.

Because of the arrival of Mingwei, Qingyu County has cast a dignified atmosphere, and the usually noisy county government has become extraordinarily quiet.

When those yamen servants saw Hades wearing a flying fish suit, they walked carefully, for fear of making any noise.

Nerves are tense.

In addition, there are rumors that the Juchunlou tragedy that happened more than a month ago will be re-investigated.

This news is quite intriguing.

After all, the case closure notice given by the county government had already clearly stated that the eleven brothel women died of accidentally ingesting 'poisonous mushrooms'.

Even the government office and the Ministry of punishment have reviewed the closed case layer by layer.

But now it has to be reversed.

It's just a slap in the face.

This is a rare example in the history of the Yan Dynasty, and only the insiders know about the mist.

In short, Qingyu County at this time is completely shrouded in a cloud of fog.

Under the calm, there are many crises.

In addition, an interesting incident happened in Qingyu County, adding a bit of liveliness to the current calm atmosphere.

Because of the appearance of a poem.

Chant goose.

This catchy poem was circulated in the Qin Academy, and soon spread like a virus, and everyone knew it.

Even children aged three or two on the street can recite it completely.

Its magic power is beyond everyone's imagination. In just two days, not only Qingyu County, but also neighboring counties around it are also spreading wildly.

It aroused great heated discussions among literati.

But the most controversial thing is its author. At first, it was said that it was made by a nine-year-old child, but later it was said that it was a policeman, and then it was said that it was made by a beggar, a Taoist priest, a monk, a mysterious person, and even a scalper...

In short, the more time travels, the more evil it is, and there is no definite source of information.

It adds a mysterious color to this poem.

……

In the quiet and elegant courtyard.

Bai Xianyu in a white dress stood in front of the stone table and wrote seriously.

Her font is beautiful.

Not only has the graceful and graceful beauty of a woman, but also has a bit of sternness, like a real person who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

Even Chen Mu, who has seen many master-level ancient fonts, is also amazed.

It seems that the lady is also a scholarly beauty.

This reminded Chen Mu of an ex-girlfriend in his previous life, who was a hardcore calligraphy enthusiast and liked to copy copybooks on weekdays.

Whether it is the body of Yan Liu or the body of thin gold, they all have certain attainments and have won numerous awards.

Even Chen Mu was forced to learn calligraphy by her, but unfortunately the latter had no talent at all, and had to give up after wasting countless papers and pens.

Instead, on the bed, Chen Mu taught him many moves.

However, Chen Mu learned a lot about some superficial knowledge of calligraphy.

"Sister, is this poem the one that has become popular these two days?"

Sitting in front of the stone table, Qingluo intertwined her fingers, resting her cheeks on the back of her crisp white hands, looking at the words on the rice paper, her spirits were radiant.

What Bai Xianyu wrote was 'Song of the Goose'.

"Ah."

Bai Xianyu put the pen beside the inkstone, gently stroked a strand of hair hanging from the small forehead, and exclaimed, "This poem is really good."

"so so."

Chen Mu took the peeled grapes from Qingluo and threw them into his mouth.

Bai Xianyu glared at him angrily: "Movement and stillness are suitable. Watching his actions is like hearing his voice. The person who wrote this poem is quite spiritual, so don't speak nonsense."

"It was written by a seven-year-old genius, do you believe it?"

Chen Mu said with a smile.

As a classic poem for children's enlightenment in previous lives, almost everyone can memorize it. They also know that this poem was written by King Luo Bin when he was seven years old. How many people can understand.

"The world is so big, there will always be some things that ordinary people can't believe."

Bai Xianyu did not refute.

Qingluo smiled and said: "Brother-in-law, if you can write this kind of poem one day, I guarantee that my sister will marry you."

"Really?"

Chen Mu suddenly regained his energy and his eyes lit up.

If I had known that there was such a shortcut, what would I be waiting for?