There is Room For the Poor Daughter

At the top of Xiangshan Mountain, there is a quiet stone road, which is full of tall maple trees on both sides. Walking on the stone road dyed red by maple leaves, watching the slowly falling maple leaves, is like entering a fairy tale world.

Xiao Yeyang took the lead, Dong Yuanxuan followed closely, and the group enjoyed the rare beauty leisurely.

More than a dozen meters ahead, are two little girls laughing and playing.

At this moment, the two little girls are constantly bending over to hold up the maple leaves on the ground and throwing each other.

The flowery smile and joyful laughter add a special color to this peaceful red maple stone road.

"Oh, it's such a waste not to write poems with such a beautiful scenery. I propose that everyone write a poem and bring it back to the academy for the Master to judge, how about it?"

Dong Yuanxuan said with a smile.

Others are naturally indispensable, even Xiao Yeyang, looking at the two little girls in front of them who were completely immersed in joy, he couldn't help but want to express the joy in his heart.

The people present are all carefully cultivated by each family, and their knowledge is naturally good, and they are not afraid at all.

But Yan Wentao stepped back: "You do it, I won't participate, I don't worry about Daohua and the two in front, I'll go watch them."

After he finished speaking, he ran away without waiting for everyone to say anything.

He is not afraid of practicing martial arts or something, but when he writes poetry, please spare him, he is someone who thinks about even the simplest poems for a long time.

Yan Wenkai was not good at writing and ink, and wanted to leave, but unfortunately, he was one step late and was held by Zhou Chengye.

In front, Daohua was sweating lightly on her forehead, and her breath was slightly panting. Although her legs were a little weak due to her excessive climbing efforts, she could not stop her enthusiasm for wanting to play around.

After arriving in ancient times, even in the countryside, because people were always watching, as a daughter's family, her behavior was not too presumptuous. At most, she ran on the field with her third brother.

Like this, it's almost never happened that you don't have to care about other people's eyes, let go of your hands and feet, and have someone play with you.

Looking at Zhou Jingwan with red cheeks on the opposite side, Daohua smiled.

What kind of adult soul, what kind of child, in front of jokes, is it good for all age groups?

As a result, the movement of waving the maple leaf became faster and faster.

Yan Wentao stood two or three meters away and looked at the two with a smile.

Big sister should be very happy today, look, how much fun!

Since returning to the eldest uncle and aunt's side, the eldest sister has fewer opportunities to go out, and she must be bored at home.

Hmm. The little prince is a playful person. If he comes out to play next time, should he remind the little prince to call the eldest sister, oh, and the Zhou family sister.

"No, no, no, I can't play anymore!"

Zhou Jingwan panted, waved her hand at Daohua, and sat on the ground with a very unimpressive buttocks.

In normal times, she definitely wouldn't dare to do this, but isn't there no adults around now?

Daohua also stopped, gasped with her arms crossed, and looked up at the red maple leaves all over her head: "If only the maple leaves could fall down automatically!"

Hearing this, Yan Wentao's expression moved, and he found the maple tree closest to the two girls, then climbed up swiftly with his hands and feet, and then began to shake the maple tree vigorously.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

Looking at the red maple leaves scattered all over the sky, Zhou Jingwan stood up immediately, clapping her hands and applauding.

Daohua also had a look of joy, stretched out her arms, and let the maple leaves hit her.

The movement here alarmed everyone who was writing poetry behind. When Xiao Yeyang turned his head, his eyes fell on Daohua who was bathed in the rain of maple leaves.

Looking at the stars in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

He likes Daohua's smile very much, especially the kind with curved eyebrows and eyes, which makes people feel warm inside.

Not only him, but Dong Yuanxuan and the others behind him also showed uncle-like smiles.

After playing around for a while, Daohua waved to Yan Wentao who was still shaking the maple tree: "Third brother, it's alright, we won't play anymore, come down quickly."

Zhou Jingwan immediately took over: "Yes, third brother, come down quickly and shake it again, your arm should be sore."

Hearing the voices of the two, Yan Wentao really stopped, hugged the tree, and quickly climbed down.

"Third Brother."

Just as Daohua was about to pass the handkerchief in her hand to Yan Wentao to wipe the sweat, she found that someone was ahead of her.

"Third brother, wipe your sweat quickly, you're tired." Zhou Jingwan put the silk handkerchief in Yan Wentao's hand involuntarily.

"No need." Yan Wentao was at a loss with the handkerchief. How could he use a little girl's handkerchief? It was someone else's. Unfortunately, Zhou Jingwan didn't give him a chance to refuse.

"What are you doing, just wipe the sweat! Look at your sweat dripping down your neck, is it comfortable?" Zhou Jingwan urged again and again.

Daohua stood aside and looked at the two of them. Seeing that Zhou Jingwan's eyes were clear and undisturbed, she immediately smiled.

What is she thinking?

Jing Wan is just a little girl in her teens.

Daohua took the handkerchief and stuffed it back into Zhou Jingwan's hand, then gave her own to Yan Wentao: "Third brother, wipe your sweat."

At this time, Yan Wentao dared to pick up the handkerchief to wipe the sweat.

Seeing this, Zhou Jing pouted: "What are you doing, can't you use mine?" After speaking, she glared at Daohua, "Isn't your brother my brother? Why do you know what to do?"

Daohua took Zhou Jingwan's arm: "Isn't that afraid of getting your handkerchief dirty?"

Zhou Jingwan: "If it's dirty, it's dirty. It's not like I have nothing else, just change it."

At this time, Xiao Yeyang came over.

"Don't play anymore?"

Seeing the red faces of the two little girls, everyone laughed.

Daohua and Zhou Jingwan shook their heads in unison.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Daohua's eyes, she saw a hand suddenly stretched out towards her, and her head immediately turned to the side.

Xiao Yeyang's hand stopped awkwardly in midair again.

Daohua looked at Xiao Yeyang: "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Yeyang glanced at Daohua angrily, stretched out his hand, took down the leaf stuck in her bun, then curled his lips and said, "It's a joke, I don't know how to pay attention to the image. "

Before Daohua could answer, Zhou Jingwan turned her around: "Daohua, show me quickly, is there nothing on my head?"

Daohua stretched out her hand to straighten the drooping hair beside Zhou Jingwan's ear, then shook her head: "Nothing."

Zhou Jingwan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, if my mother sees my bun hanging down, she will definitely not let me out next time."

Hearing this, Daohua was also nervous: "Look at me too and help me sort it out." Her mother also pays attention to appearance, and she doesn't want to be confined to the backyard in the future.

Zhou Jingwan fiddled with Daohua and said with a smile, "Yours is pretty good too."

Daohua was relieved, looked at the sky, and asked, "Should we go down? It's not good to keep the ladies and ladies waiting for a long time!"