Li Yun asked the little maid to clean up the mess, took Qing Sheng's hand and followed into the inner room.
The little maid did not respond too much to this. She had already begun to seriously consider whether she should call her master her master in the future, or something else. Finally, after thinking for a long time, she should call her master master. No one stipulates that her master cannot fall in love. ,Right?
"exquisite."
Li Yun stepped over the screen for the first time and entered Fan Linglong’s inner room. Sure enough, from Li Yun’s previous understanding of her character, Fan Linglong would not be a hermit, the one who met for the first time yesterday. Attitude, just pretended by her.
The furnishings in the inner room are a bit messy, story books, literature books, old-fashioned game consoles—the kind of FC game consoles with cassettes. The handles and computers are stacked on the side of the low table, and there is an oval in the innermost position by the window. Shaped personal sofa, with a shelf next to it, with some old books on it.
"Tai Ping Guang Ji, Shi Gong An, Romance of the Three Kingdoms... "Golden Plums"?"
Li Yun's tone was full of astonishment when he saw a classic ancient novel about love between men and women.
"Why? I can't read this one?"
Fan Linglong was already lying on a rocking chair, slowly swaying, her head leaning on the back of the chair, her long black hair fell, causing Li Yun to look more.
"Yes, literary works, things comparable to the four great masterpieces, why can't you read them?" Li Yun sat on a sofa, while Qing Sheng came to the desk and picked up a book on the shelf. He held it in his hand and looked at it, seemingly not interested in the interaction between Li Yun and Master.
It is estimated that even if Li Yun and Fan Linglong kissed together again, she would just look up, just like she did last night for four hours.
"Hey, when the author wrote, I also found him specially. This is a signed version of the author himself."
"What?"
Li Yun looked at her in horror. Fan Linglong was still lying lazily on the rocking chair, her black hair wobbly. The plain Taoist robe couldn't hide her mature figure. Li Yun could almost see the inside of her robe. Look like.
"Weird?"
Fan Linglong did not open her eyes, and naturally she could not see Li Yun's eyes at the moment. Her tone was elusive and dispirited: "I am young...Of course I am also young now, I mean four hundred years. In the past, in current terms, there was no entertainment at the time. After I heard that there was a good novel, of course I found him specially."
"What is his name?" Li Yun asked curiously. If he remembers correctly, Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng has not been found out as to his true identity, and many conjectures cannot convince the public. The author of "Golden Plum" only Can write a pen name: Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng.
"Why tell you?"
Fan Linglong opened his eyes, just about to give Li Yun a blank look, but suddenly saw him looking at him condescendingly, and that gaze was facing the upper part of her body...
"Go to hell, as a disciple!"
Fan Linglong kicked Li Yun with a crit and hit the spot. Seeing Li Yun holding back, she chuckled and said, "Come on, you are now in the state of law birth. I have no use for a kick. Strength, what are you pretending? Huh~"
The hum is coquettish, full of Yu Jie's style, all the fans who can hear the book look up at their master.
Sure enough, Master and Li Yun will show a happy smile together, this is something she cannot give her as an apprentice.
