"Hmm......"

Xiang Xing frowned and thought for a moment.

Soft eyes blinked, and chuckled and said, "He should be doing well." ”

After all, after a while, he will marry Miss Liu and become Liu Xiangguo's son-in-law.

“…… That's right. ”

Ao Ye muttered.

The blue eyes dimmed slightly, and then looked at the bag of sugar-fried chestnuts in his hand.

After a pause, he chuckled miserably, and opened the oiled paper bag as if he had lost his soul.

picked up a charred sugar-fried chestnut, didn't even peel the shell, just sent it directly into the mouth, and chewed it sluggishly.

Two lines of tears slid down the white cheeks.

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

The little guy thought about it, plucked up his courage, stretched out his white little hand, and cautiously patted Ao Ye's slightly trembling shoulder.

He pursed his pink lips, and his soft and glutinous voice was full of worry.

"Sister Ao Ye......"

Seeing that she was crying more and more, Xiang Xing gritted his teeth and couldn't help but clench his little pink fist.

With an uneven look, "For example, if Du Yunwen is doing well, it will make my sister sad, then ...... That Xing'er is going to beat him into a big pig's head and vent his anger to his sister! ”

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

The little hand was quickly grabbed by the woman behind her, stopping her movements.

"That's it, that's it...... It's not his fault. ”

Ao Ye muttered softly and put the sugar-fried chestnuts aside.

Raising his hand, he wiped his tears indiscriminately, and exhaled heavily.

"I'm to blame for everything."

“…… Not? ”

Xiang Xing was a little incomprehensible.

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

Beautiful eyes are lightly closed.

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

"One day, I swam to the imperial capital of Xia Zhiguo. At that time, the imperial capital was in the middle of the Elegance Festival, and an elegant arena was set up for the literati to compete on stage. ”

"When I arrived, I happened to see a wonderful series of ...... One of them is Du Yunwen, who is known as the first genius of the imperial capital. ”

"At that time, he was in a fierce competition with a foreign literati, but he couldn't tell the winner for a long time."

"Until it was getting late, the organizers had to come forward and shout to stop, and give a new topic, and fight again the next day."

"I was curious, and the ghost made me feel like a god, so I quietly followed Du Yunwen and slipped into the Shangshu Mansion."

"This new topic is quite difficult, Yunwen he pondered all night, and he didn't know how much paper and ink he wasted, but he still had no clue."

As he spoke, Ao Ye faintly hooked the corners of his lips, and there seemed to be some smugness between his eyebrows.

However, although this topic stumped him, it did not stump me, who has lived for tens of thousands of years...... So, I wrote down some tips on paper, put them in a clay pot, and buried the pot under a willow tree not far from the back door of Shangshufu. ”

"I disguised myself again, and deliberately mentioned Yunwen's personal scholar and asked him to notify his son-in-law to look for him."

"Yunwen is a wise and knowledgeable person, and after some suggestions from me, he quickly came up with the perfect answer...... It also won the final victory of Feng Ya Bang. ”

"To thank me, he wrote a little poem and put it in the clay pot, and I replied with a ......"

Ao Ye recalled, smiling even deeper, "In this way, we began to chant poems through clay pots, and even talked about ......."

"Until one day, when I returned from a wandering, I found ...... The clay pot under the willow tree is gone. ”