Wang Yuyan's beautiful face always had a hint of worry, but she laughed loudly and became more charming in her joy.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuyan was only happy for a moment, and then a hazy worry appeared in her eyes, and she said softly.

"He... he is always serious and never tells me these boring things. Alas! Yan State, Yan State, is it really that important?"

Zhou Xuan said.

"This Murong Master should be a descendant of the Murong clan of the Xianbei people during the Five Barbarians' Invasion of China."

Wang Yuyan nodded.

"Yes, he is the old prince of the Murong clan of Yan State. But after these hundreds of years, why bother memorizing the old stories of his ancestors? He wanted to be a Hu person, not a Chinese person, and he didn't even want to know Chinese characters, nor did he want to read Chinese books.

But, I can't see what's wrong with Chinese books. Once I said, 'Cousin, you said Chinese books are not good, so what are the books with Xianbei characters? I want to see them.' He was very angry when he heard this, because there were no books with Xianbei characters at all."

She raised her head slightly, looked at the slowly floating white clouds in the distance, and said softly.

"He...he...he is ten years older than me, and always thinks I am his little sister. I think I know nothing except reading and martial arts in books. He has never known that I read for him and memorize martial arts for him. If it weren't for him, I would rather raise some chickens to play, or play the piano and write."

Zhou Xuan said.

"He really doesn't know that you are so kind to him?"

Wang Yuyan said.

"I treat him well, of course he knows. He treats me well too. But... but we are like brothers and sisters. He never tells me anything except serious things. He never talks to me, he has any thoughts. He never asks me, or what I have."

Speaking of this, a faint blush appeared on the jade cheeks, a shy expression, and a shame appeared in his eyes.

Zhou Xuan said.

"You don't have to always talk to him about historical events and martial arts. In the poems, aren't there any midnight songs that can be real poems?"

Wang Yuyan was even more shy and said hurriedly.

"How...how can I? I am a well-behaved daughter, how can I mention these...these poems made my cousin look down on me?"

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"Yes, it's just that, I'm abrupt."

When Wang Yuyan heard this, she couldn't help but think in her heart.

"He is not a gentleman."

She had never told anyone about her thoughts, but she had thought about them a lot and calculated them a lot.

Today, I met Zhou Xuan, a casual person, for some reason, and she trusted him very much and revealed her tenderness and sweetness in her heart. In fact, she secretly missed her cousin, Azhu, Abi, Xiaocha, Xiaoming, Youcao and other maids, but she just didn't say it.

She said for a while, and she felt depressed and said.

"I told you a lot of irrelevant gossip, but didn't get to the point. Why did Shaolin Temple make things difficult for my cousin?"

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"The abbot of Shaolin Temple is called Master Xuanci, and he has a junior brother named Xuanbei. Master Xuanbei is best at martial arts, "Weituo Pestle."

After this heart-to-heart talk with Wang Yuyan, the relationship between the two parties has already had a good start.

Wang Yuyan nodded.

"That is the 48th sect of the 72 masterpieces of Shaolin. There are only nineteen techniques in total, which makes the general extremely powerful when it comes out."
Chapter completed!