Not afraid of women scolding, but afraid of women crying. This little girl really has no logic to speak of. Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly: "Okay, what kind of poem do you want to hear?"

  Xiao Yu Shuang clapped her hands and said happily: "I knew it, Lin San, you're a good person. Then let's make an effort, Wind, Flowers, Snow, Moon, one poem each."

  Lin Wanrong glared at her fiercely, Xiao Yuxiang playfully stuck out her tongue and said: "Alright, alright, just recite one poem casually, I'm just testing you."

  Lin Wanrong took a glance at the garden, in the deep autumn season, leaves were falling everywhere. He thought of Beijing's Fragrant Hill, which should be covered with red maple leaves by now. A hint of nostalgia flashed across his eyes as he softly recited:

  "Red leaves rustle in the evening, a jug of wine at the long pavilion."

  The remaining clouds return to Mount Taihua, the sparse rain passes through Zhongtiao.

  The color of the trees is beyond the pass, and the sound of the river enters the distant sea.

  The emperor's countryside arrives tomorrow, still dreaming of fishing and woodcutting.

  This poem is not considered well-structured in terms of antithesis, but its profound and distant artistic conception is rare, which perfectly matches Lin Wanrong's current melancholy mood.

  "Tomorrow, the emperor's hometown will arrive, and I still dream of fishing and woodcutting——" Xiao Yuxiang repeated in a daze, suddenly looking at him and saying: "Lin San, are you homesick?"

  Although she was young, she was very clever and saw through the worries in Lin Wanrong's heart. Lin Wanrong looked at her and smiled: "Just rambling on, Second Miss, please forgive me."

  Xiao Yuxiang smiled and said: "So you're so capable, but I saw you copying the Three Character Classic that day, how come you couldn't write?"

  Lin Wanrong couldn't help but smile in her heart, and said: "Second Miss, the Book of Songs, Three Character Classic and other things that are memorized by rote, I don't like them very much. The characters in my hometown aren't written this way, and we also don't use brushes there."

  Xiao Yuxiang nodded and said, "So that's how it is. It turns out that my unintentional move has brought a great talent to the Xiao family. Hehe, when the time comes, Mother and sister will definitely praise me."

  Getting along with Xiao Er, apart from her occasional small temper, everything else is pretty good. Lin Wanrong smiled and joked: "I'm not some talented person, I'm just mixing here to eat a meal."

  After chatting for half a day, Xiao Yu Shuang still sat on the ground, looking at her situation, for a while, the injury on her buttocks was probably irreparable.

  "Lin San, I'm currently unable to move. Can you not leave for now and keep me company? You're good at telling stories, aren't you? Tell me one, I love listening to stories."

  Lin Wanrong was also thinking that if she were to find a maid to help her now, the fact that she had beaten up Xiao family's second miss would probably not be able to be concealed. Never mind, just accompany her for a while longer and wait until she calms down before leaving.

  Lin Wanrong closed the door and walked back to sit down beside her, saying: "Okay, tell me, what kind of stories do you like to listen to?"

  The little girl's face was full of excitement: "I like any story, it's been a long time since someone told me a story."

  Lin Wan Rong said with a curious tone: "Has anyone ever told you stories before?"

  Xiao Yuxiang nodded and said, "Yes, when I was a child, my mother used to tell me stories. Later, my mother got too busy, so I would pester my sister every day to tell me stories. And then later on, my sister also got busy, and there was no one left to tell me stories."

  Xiao Yuxiang unconsciously lowered her head, a hint of gloom flashing across her face. Lin Wanrong thought for a moment and understood that it was probably because Madam Xiao and Miss Xiao were too busy to pay attention to Xiao Yuxiang's feelings, which made her unknowingly become so willful and arrogant. Thinking of this, he unconsciously felt a little sympathy for the young girl.

  Look at this little girl staring at herself, Lin Wanrong doesn't know what kind of story to tell her. The Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood? Black Cat Detective Kitten? Meteor Garden Crayon Shin-chan? It's been over a decade since Lin Wanrong last told his sister a story, back then they were both young, he can't remember what he said now.

  "Lin San, what kind of story are you going to tell me?" asked Xiao Yuxiang, seeing that Lin Wanrong had been silent for a long time.

  "Oh, okay, let me tell you the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai." Lin Wanrong thought of some classic plays in her anxious state and blurted out one without considering whether it was suitable or not.

  The little girl sat with her knees bent, her hands clasped over them, and her head resting on her hands, leaning to one side as she listened intently to him telling this story that had been passed down for centuries.

  Liáng Shān Bó and Zhù Yīng Tái are probably China's earliest romantic drama, with an unparalleled sentimental effect. The little girl heard that Mǎ Wén Cái forced Zhù Yīng Tái to death, Liáng Shān Bó and Zhù Yīng Tái transformed into butterflies and flew away together, already with tears streaming down her face, she resentfully said: "This Mǎ Wén Cái is really a scoundrel. Liáng Shān Bó is also a fool, how could he not see that Zhù Yīng Tái was a woman?"

  Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "It's precisely because it can't be seen that this story has been passed down for thousands of years. If it could be seen, it would become a perfect match made in heaven, and it wouldn't have spread far and wide."

  Xiao Er Miss wiped away her tears and glared at him, saying: "You wooden man, how can you still smile? I'm about to be driven to death by that surname Ma."

  Xiao Yuxiang is indeed a kind-hearted maid, but she's too invested in the drama and can't help but feel dissatisfied with Lin Wanrong's flirtatious smile.

  "Why can't two people who are meant to be together end up as a couple?" Miss Xiao Er asked softly, her eyes welling up with tears.

  "Things in the world are always changing, unpredictable, you're still too young now, wait until you grow up and you'll understand slowly." Lin Wanrong knew that this little girl had no experience, so he hurriedly comforted her. At this time, when he spoke to Xiao Yuxiang, it was as if he were speaking to his own sister, natural and intimate.

  The little girl hummed and puffed out her chest, saying: "Who says I'm young? After the New Year, I'll be seventeen. My mother said that at my age, she was already married to my father."

  When it came to marriage, the little girl's face still involuntarily turned red. Lin Wanrong chuckled twice and didn't say a word.

  "Lin San, the story you told is very nice to hear. Can you tell me a story every day from now on?" asked Xiao Er, looking at Lin Wan Rong with her beautiful and innocent big eyes.

  "No way." Lin Wanrong was startled and quickly jumped up. Let him tell a story, it's okay, but if he has to tell stories every day, wouldn't he become the king of fairy tales?

  "Why not?" Xiao Yuxiang's face showed a hint of grievance, and she pouted: "Everyone has been beaten up by you like this, can't they even listen to you tell a few stories?"

  This little girl, after getting a bit spoiled, became lovable everywhere. Lin Wanrong felt a bit guilty for having spanked her bottom and said: "I am a member of the Xiao family, how can I always tell you stories, if it gets out people will gossip."

  "You're remembering that you're a servant in our house now? Why did you forget when you were hitting people's houses?" The little girl pouted and retorted.

  If it were a young girl speaking rudely, that would be easy to handle. However, Lin Wanrong had chatted with her for a few sentences and the two gradually became familiar with each other, so he naturally wouldn't mind her sharp tongue either. He could only smile wryly and say: "Alright then, let's just say this - I can tell you at most one story per day, and when I'm busy, you can't come disturb me."

  As long as she pretends to be busy with work, Lin Wanrong thought that this little girl would not be able to do anything about it, and she chuckled a few times.

  The little girl was not as sinister as him, and she hastily nodded: "Don't worry, I understand. When you're busy with something, I absolutely won't disturb you."

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