My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 734 Gold Medal Screenwriter Bo Fengyin 1

Chapter 734: Chapter 734 Gold Medal Screenwriter Bo Fengyin 1

Bo Leng stood to the side, deep in thought. When did this child develop a talent for storytelling? It was just a few simple strokes on a mural, yet he concocted a love-at-first-sight romance out of it.

Sheng Liuyun and Yun Yin came over and listened with great interest.

Bo Fengyin continued, "At this moment, the man soaking in the mountain spring noticed the Little Dragon Maiden. To prevent exposing himself, he quickly got out of the spring and put on clothes, assuming a modest and abstinent posture."

Bo Leng, who had been holding back from interrupting Bo Fengyin, finally did the same as Ye Nianbai and cut off his little nephew, "How do you know it was an abstinent and modest posture?"

"For sure! He was peeped at while bathing. If it weren’t for an abstinent and modest posture, why would he sit on a stone by the water? If he were reckless, he’d surely have stood up in the water, letting the Little Dragon Maiden get an eyeful. Uncle, have you seen the mural? The man is sitting up so elegantly, his back is a straight line, indicating that his spine is straight and proper."

Bo Leng swept his gaze lightly over it. The man in the mural was nowhere near that erect in posture; it was just the artist being lazy with a casual stroke, yet my little nephew spoke as if the man possessed such elegance.

Mo Yinhe, listening with great eagerness, said, "Continue."

Bo Fengyin carried on, "The Little Dragon Maiden fell in love with the man at first sight. Upon seeing that the man was a gentleman, she found herself even more unable to move her legs. To catch the man’s attention, she cunningly jumped into the pool, transforming into a charming and seductive Little White Dragon, hoping to attract his gaze. Sure enough, the man fell for the Little Dragon Maiden’s beauty trap and could not look away."

Si Mingjing covered her face with her hand. For him not to pursue a career as a storyteller is truly a waste of talent.

On the mural, there was only a simple sketch of the Little Dragon Maiden leaping, diving into the water, and transforming into a Little White Dragon. But through the mouth of storyteller Bo Fengyin, she turned into a cunning vixen full of schemes.

Bo Fengyin declared, "In the spring, the Little Dragon Maiden racked her brain for topics to engage the man in conversation. The two hit it off instantly and had a great time chatting. The Little Dragon Maiden invited the man to travel the mountains and rivers with her, and he found it hard to resist. Later, they explored the nearby mountains and rivers, and their affection grew quickly, making it hard for them to part."

Si Mingjing coughed lightly and asked her son, "How do you know their affection grew quickly and they found it hard to part?"

Bo Fengyin was very certain, "Mom, they say on TV that traveling is the fastest way for men and women to grow closer. Sparks of love are most likely to fly during a journey. If sparks don’t fly, it means they’re not into each other, and that’s the end of it. But there’s much more on the mural, so they must have sparked something."

Si Mingjing covered her face with her hand. This kid should become a screenwriter in the future; he’s surely a rising star of the screenwriting world.

"Continue," Sheng Liuyun said.

"OOH OOH OOH~~~"

Bo Fengyin thought for a moment, looked at the mural, and continued, "Afterward, the Little Dragon Maiden took the man back to her city-state, wanting to marry him, but her family disapproved. In a fit of anger, she eloped with the man, returning to where they first met, planning to live in seclusion there. So, the man spent a fortune to build this Temple and also found the Dragon Spirit Vein so his beloved could swim to her heart’s content."

Bo Leng didn’t want to listen to his little nephew’s nonsensical tale anymore and walked out of the hall to examine the Temple’s other two side halls.

Sheng Liuyun urged, "Continue."

Mo Yinhe also listened with great interest.

"The Little Dragon Maiden and the man spent countless happy times here. Sadly, good times never last. The Little Dragon Maiden received a family letter about an emergency and had to leave..."

At this point, Bo Fengyin had no more to say because that’s where the mural ended, with nothing more beyond it.

Sheng Liuyun urged, "What happened afterward?"

"Uncle, the mural is gone!~"

"Uncle doesn’t mind you continuing to exercise your imagination."

Sheng Liuyun touched his pocket. It’s a shame there are no sunflower seeds in here; otherwise, I could comfortably sit aside and listen all day without getting bored.

"HMM..." Bo Fengyin, the little scriptwriter, thought for a while and said, "After that, the man must have followed the Little Dragon Maiden, and they left this place, never to return. Otherwise, the mural wouldn’t have abruptly ended."

Lu Jinyi snapped his fingers, "Smart."

Sheng Liuyun stroked his chin, his expression still showing he wished there was more.

Ye Nianbai had already stopped listening, thinking that Bo Fengyin was spouting nonsense. Ye Nianbai did a lap and came back excited, saying, "Jingjing, Little Master has found a bedroom we can sleep in."

Ye Nianbai ran back, grabbed Si Mingjing’s hand, and wanted to take her to have a look at the room.

Mo Yinhe and Si Mingjing followed him.

After passing through two corridors, they arrived at a bedroom that was impressively laid out with a certain flair.

The bedding in the bedroom had long since rotted away, but the marble bed frame was still firm, telling future generations that this had once been a double bed filled with romance and coziness.

To the left of the bed was a dresser made of granite. Though it lacked a mirror, there was an ox horn comb on it. It crumbled at the slightest touch, clearly an artifact from tens of thousands of years ago.

Mo Yinhe said, "One generation plants the trees, another gets the shade. I’ll have some furniture moved in later. When we want to accompany Xiaobai, we can rest here. Good idea?"

Si Mingjing looked around the bedroom space, quite liking it, feeling an indescribable sense of warmth and intimacy.

She said, "Then you should have a bed placed here, use this wall to make a walk-in wardrobe, a bathroom over there, and this side..."

It was as if she had bought a new house; as the lady of the house, Si Mingjing was outlining the layout of the rooms.

Mo Yinhe stood by her side. As a competent head of the household, he silently noted his wife’s wishes, planning to realize all of her ideas. He decided to immediately call Fengjue, who was waiting outside the cave, to purchase furniture and supplies, even though he had no plans to stay overnight today.

"Anything else?"

Si Mingjing could only think of so much for now. She then discovered several other bedrooms and went into each one to look around. She noticed that the stone doors of each bedroom were marked with numerals. But they were not Arabic numerals; they were ancient numerals from the Mu Continent.

After consuming many Dragon Spit Pearls, Si Mingjing had access to many ancient memories and could understand what those ancient numerals meant: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9—simple numbers, their significance unknown.

Mo Yinhe joked, "Maybe the previous masters of this place also wanted to have nine children, one room per child. Indeed, one generation plants the trees, another gets the shade. Mingjing, these rooms are perfect for the kids when they come here on vacation."

He saw that Mingjing and her older brothers were interested in that Dark River, enjoying swimming and soaking in it, so his little dragonlings would surely like it too. In the future, when they came here on vacation, the children would have no shortage of separate rooms. Perfect!