After all, he is a member of the Confucian cultural circle. Compared with the first two stories, such as the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly, Xu Xian and White Snake, Pei Zhuxuan shook his head and said that he had heard it.x45zw

Now it was Han Zidong's turn to be a little anxious. If he watched a horror movie, he would have a lot of inventory in his living room, from the peninsula to China and Japan, to Europe and the United States. But who would have any trouble sorting out the classical love story?

These things.

It’s really a matter of time when I use the book.

Without a story, Pei Zhuxuan pushed away Han Zidong's hand that was pressing against her leg: "Or we'd better take a break early."

“Some, some.”

Han Zidong touched his hand again and was inspired in an instant: "Zhu Xuan, why not teach you a poem, which happened to be a Song lyrics that describe the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Almost everyone in our country can recite it."

Pei Zhuxuan couldn't help but think of the words Han Zidong gave her, "The beauty looked red in the sunset, I wanted to embrace the sunset," and nodded gently: "You say, I listen."

"The first sentence is 'The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away and dark.'"

Every time Han Zidong read a short sentence, he stopped to explain the meaning, and finally connected it and read it through again, and expressed his personal opinions. After all, this poem is really short, and if he doesn't explain it more, Pei Zhuxuan may not understand it.

However, he found that the people in his arms really liked to listen to these contents, and would occasionally echo a few words.

Han Zidong didn't remember the original meaning of the poem. Anyway, it was to earn sympathy points. He directly explained that the Weaver Girl used the silk cloud to convey feelings, and the Cowherd used the flying stars to convey separation and hatred. He was obviously two people in love but could only meet each other across the Milky Way.

It's hard to see.

It is another filament cloud, another flying star, and finally a galaxy. Three wonderful aerial scenes create a fantastic beginning, making people unable to help but think about the next development of the extraordinary love between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Gained praise from Pei Zhuxuan.

"Wow, it's so good."

Pei Zhuxuan turned around. She was originally facing away from Han Zidong, but now she was facing Han Zidong.

Although she couldn't see each other's faces clearly, she still stared at the direction of Han Zidong's face, grabbed Han Zidong's hand and shook it, while urging: "What else, continue to say, hurry up."

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world..."

This sentence talks about the meeting between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, although it is difficult and short, but it has surpassed countless couples on earth. Long-term separation cannot separate their deep love for each other.

"...it's better than countless people in the world, and they are so romantic."

Pei Zhuxuan, who has heard of this story a lot, but has no idea about the details of the story, pursed her lips and her eyes were filled with strange colors.

Isn't this just talking about her and Han Zidong? They can only meet once a day or two within a week, but even so, she is very satisfied with this short "meeting".

Romantic, right? Romantic is right.

Han Zidong felt more and more that his ancestors were simply the guiding lights of his love, illuminating his way to Pei Zhuxuan's legs.

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Pei Zhuxuan's legs are very smooth and tender, like pearls and jade. They feel a little smooth and comfortable, and they are a bit warm. In short, they are really happy to touch.

If he could explore further in the absolute field, he would surely inspire his creative inspiration. Unfortunately, Bae Joo-hyun refused to devote himself to art and always pushed his hand away.

Alas, Xiao Pei's awareness is still not high enough.

"The next sentence is 'Tenderness is like water, good time is like a dream, I'm sorry to be back on the quack bridge,' Although the two have just met, the time of separation has entered the countdown again..."

"It's so short. Didn't the two of them just meet? Queen Mother is really hateful."

In Korean, "Empress" is pronounced the same as "Mom". Every time Han Zidong sees some peninsula costume dramas, he will laugh when he hears this pronunciation.

Pei Zhuxuan was moved when she suddenly heard a burst of laughter. She clenched her fists and gently hammered Han Zidong: "Why are you laughing at?"

Of course Han Zidong would not tell the truth. He was silent for a while: "I am laughing at the Queen Mother's future seven daughters who have moved the hearts of all the people and broke up with her. This is also a retribution."

"Oh oh oh, there is actually a follow-up. The myths of your country are quite consistent." Pei Zhuxuan nodded in a belief and believed it was true: "What about the last sentence."

"The last sentence is a classic. In our country, if an adult cannot recite these two sentences, he will be a spy."

"Speak quickly."

Han Zidong's hand continued to explore upwards, and he did not expect that Pei Zhuxuan moved restlessly, causing him to accidentally pull his nightgown. Pei Zhuxuan realized it and pushed his hand away directly.

He took his hand back with unsatisfactory feelings... He had known that he would have prepared three sets of suspender nightgowns. The suspender nightgowns were not only short, but also very silky.

"If the love between two people lasts for a long time, it will not last day and night. This is the last sentence."

The last sentence of the lyrics is very straightforward, and you can guess the general meaning from the literal point of view. Pei Zhuxuan especially likes this sentence, and clapped her hands tightly: "It's really interesting to write. Is this poem written for his wife?"

Han Zidong had long forgotten which grade I learned this poem. How could he still remember this detail? But only fools would care about this detail.

"Of course, think about it, Qin Guan is a fourth bachelor of Sumen, and he will inevitably become an official everywhere. He will definitely not see his wife for a long time within a year, so he wrote this poem to show that he

lovesickness and love.”

Han Zidong's hand climbed up again. Not to mention, under the darkness, the legs had a unique touch.

Pei Zhuxuan twisted her body restlessly: "Then he is really... so powerful. He just wrote a poem and passed down through the ages."

"It's OK."

Han Zidong pupai in the direction of Pei Zhuxuan. The two of them were already close enough, and now he even touched Pei Zhuxuan's nose directly. The heat exhaled by the other party also hit his face, which was very popular.

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The mouth that could not be located was clearly visible in his touch range. After massage for so long, it was very reasonable to charge for a fee, very reasonable, very reasonable.

He slowly got up.

The room was silent late at night, and occasionally one or two unidentified sounds came out.

...

The next morning, Han Zidong, who was sleeping, was awakened by a phone ringtone.

Originally, he didn't want to answer the call, but Pei Joo-hyun in his arms pushed him. He could only turn over, turn to Pei Joo-hyun's side, and touch the phone.

"Hey, who?"

"Oba~"

A "Oba" made Han Zidong wake up instantly, and Jin Yarong opposite him!

While touching his head, he quickly walked out of the bedroom. Although he had guessed the meaning of Jin Yarong calling, he still asked softly: "Oh, Yura, is there anything wrong?"

"Oba, come downstairs quickly, I'll prepare pancakes for you." Jin Yarong said this and paused for a moment, with a little more excitement in his voice: "This time I will definitely satisfy you.

"

Han Zidong sighed, everyone was downstairs, what else could he do: "Then wait for me for three minutes, I will wash up and go down."

Hearing his words going downstairs, Jin Yarong was not anxious: "Oba, don't worry, take your time."

"See you later!"

Hang up the phone, Han Zidong walked back to the bedroom.

Pei Zhuxuan had woken up at this time. When she saw Han Zidong coming in, she asked, "It's not yet eight o'clock. Who called you? What happened?"

"It's nothing, it's a friend I met before who likes to cook. She suddenly called me and said that her cooking skills have improved again."

"Hey~ He really has no idea of ​​time. I'll call you so early."

"Who said no?"

Han Zidong smiled in agreement: "If you are sleepy, you can take a sniff for a while. Anyway, I'm awake, I'm going downstairs to buy breakfast. Do you have anything to eat?"

"Bread."

"Okay."

Han Zidong nodded, pulled the clothes on his back, and took off his pajamas in an instant.

"Mo?"

Pei Zhuxuan screamed, pulled the quilt up with both hands, and buried her little head in the quilt.

"What are you doing?" Han Zidong looked serious: "I'll change my clothes."

Pei Zhuxuan's little head slowly moved out of the quilt, and her eyes glanced at Han Zidong uncontrollably. As her eyes moved down, the corners of her mouth were tilted uncontrollably.

Han Zidong noticed Pei Zhuxuan's half-covered face, and thought about it. He turned around and walked towards the bed step by step.

Seeing this, Pei Zhuxuan hurriedly hid in the quilt.

"Mo? Change your clothes quickly, I'm going to change my clothes too."

Han Zidong did not speak, but reached out and grabbed Pei Zhuxuan's little hand. In the latter's half-doubted and half-expected eyes, he pressed Pei Zhuxuan's hand on his abdominal muscles.

It just seemed like his abdominal muscles were a stove. As soon as Pei Zhuxuan touched his hand, he immediately recycled it, and then stretched out his index finger and poked it: "Oh~"

Pei Zhuxuan smiled and curled her eyes. Just when Han Zidong thought the other party would touch it, Pei Zhuxuan clenched her fist and sent a Tianma meteor fist to his abdominal muscles.

Pei Zhuxuan's actions really exceeded Han Zidong's expectations. The pain must not hurt at all, but he still slid down from the head of the bed like a dramatic figure, half kneeling on the floor, covering the non-existent wound with one hand, and stretching out the other hand

To Pei Zhuxuan.

"Why?"

His tone was very exaggerated, as if he was breathing a sigh of relief, and he might be completely cold at any time.

Pei Zhuxuan smiled happily: "Let you tease me!"

"Overall."

Han Zidong patted his pants and got up. If there weren't someone waiting downstairs, he had to make a big show. He changed his clothes at the speed of light. He looked back at Pei Zhuxuan who was hiding in the quilt and said, "Okay, I've changed my clothes."

Now."

"Oh."

Pei Zhuxuan showed her face: "Are you going to the company right away?"

"I'll go there later, I'll buy some clothes with you first."

Han Zidong put on his coat and pointed to the clothes in the wardrobe and said, "You can wear all these hanging clothes, all of them washed new clothes."

When Pei Zhuxuan came over, she prepared a complete set of clothes with her, but she finally nodded.
Chapter completed!