Huang Rongnuli forced out a smile and said to Ling'er: "Little sister, don't be deceived by him. He only knows a few words and has read a few books, and what he wants to write is just general.
work."
There is another sentence that Huang Rong did not say. Whether this bastard wrote it himself or not remains to be seen.
I'm not sure where this thick-skinned person bought or copied it from.
In order to make those shameless people laugh, Huang Rong felt that this bastard could do such a thing as buying words!
"You guys still doubt the young master's literary talent. Who doesn't know that young master, I am the reincarnation of the literary star in the sky, I am very talented, and I can speak well."
When Huang Rong heard Jing Zhou's words, her face was full of disbelief.
If such a guy can write a book about it, then she can't talk about it in a book?
Not only is this guy very bad, but he also boasts loudly and shamelessly!
After hearing this guy bragging, Huang Rong wanted to teach him a lesson and see how he would end up if he made a fool of himself.
"Then I said Jing, Jing... In that case, do you dare to fill in a sentence in front of me?"
"Young master, I won't do this useless thing. Besides, if I can fill it in, young master, how will you treat it?"
"If you can fill it out, I will help you cook. This sweet and sour carp is delicious only to an ignorant person like you."
If you really want to sleep, someone will give you a pillow. Jingzhou was thinking about how to get this girl to work for him for free. Now this girl bumps into him by himself. If he doesn't train her, it won't be good for him.
"Okay, Ling'er is here to testify, Laifu, bring me a pen and ink for the young master!"
Ling'er clapped her little hands, with a face full of joy, and jumped up and down: "Okay, okay, Ling'er is here to testify."
"Hmph, that's a bluff. Since you like that place so much, why not fill in the poem with the name of the Flower House?" Huang Rong didn't know how this guy managed to fill the little girl with the ecstasy soup, and she was even more angry.
If I couldn't beat this bastard, hehehehe!
"Okay, as you wish, take the Flower House as the title!"
Not to mention flower building, he could call out painting building, red building, brothel and so on.
After all, who hasn’t read a few copies of The Plum in the Golden Lotus and Romance of the West Chamber?
After the pen and ink were brought out, Jing Zhou was afraid that Huang Rong was cheating, so he asked again: "Which name should I use for the word brand?"
Huang Rong smashed it and said, "You can just pick one. I'm not sure whether it can be written."
Not to mention, this bastard is quite good at acting. He talks nonsense in a serious manner without blushing, heartbeat, or breath!
You have to be very thick-skinned to do this!
In an instant, Huang Rong complained about the person in front of her eight hundred times.
"Don't cry later, hahaha."
Picking up the pen, Jingzhou started writing without thinking.
This girl is quite arrogant. I have to let her know what it means to be gifted!
Without thinking, Jingzhou immediately wrote a poem on the paper.
Dielianhua·Flower Tower
I feel a little sad in the spring in the small courtyard. My eyes are broken by the clouds, and I remember drunkenly the places I once visited. I am now lonely on Fangcao Road. There is smoke in the corner of the flower building.
The flowers are fading, the wind and rain are falling. I pay tribute to the wandering oriole, swallowing all the pipa words. How many tears wet my blue shirt. The cuckoo cries bitterly on the lilac branches.
After finishing one song, Jing Zhou had no intention of stopping, and then started another song.
Huanxisha Flower House
The dance of neon clothes has not ended yet, the jade hairpin hangs down from the forehead and the clouds grow on the temples, I dream back to the golden palace and the moon in East China.
The swallows and the orioles are in love, the willow branches and peach leaves hate the rush, and the empty shirt is full of royal fragrance.
Xijiang Moon Flower House
It's drizzling in front of the red-leaf steps, and spring is late outside the green banana planter. When I look for the fragrance and bow my head next to the jade hairpin, it's the beginning of dawn.
The beauty in the flowers is strange, and it's hard to imagine one's life experience in the dream. The willows blowing in the west wind are faint, and I feel like I can't sleep soundly.
"You...you didn't copy it from somewhere, did you?"
Huang Rong was amazed by the three poems in a row.
Seeing Huang Rong's dazed expression, Jingzhou smiled and said, "Copied? Go and look through the book. If you can find it, the young master will swallow these poems in front of you!"
"Well, don't forget to cook for the young master tomorrow. If the cooking is not as delicious as this sweet and sour carp, I will not accept it, young master."
I wrote three poems in one go, this girl can’t even be dishonest!
"I have a name, just call me Feng Rong."
"Feng Rong, now you know how powerful the young master is. You can't default on your debt. I'm willing to admit defeat. Xiao Ling'er is still watching."
Xiao Ling'er took the words and said with a smile: "Master Jing is really the reincarnation of the literary star. Can I take this play back later? If the young lady sees it, she will definitely be very happy."
"Ling'er, these words are just random words, not a masterpiece. I will write some good ones for you another day."
If these poems were to be published, they would not damage Mr. Jing's reputation as "their works must be refined".
The lyrics can be divided into good and bad. If it is for others to read, it is better to use Mr. Nalan’s lyrics. If you write it yourself for fun, it doesn’t matter whether it is good or bad.
Huang Rong didn't expect that the bastard in front of her actually had something in mind. He wrote three poems in a row, and he still wrote them under different names. Although the sentences he wrote were not very good, they were indeed well spoken and praised for his outstanding literary talent.
Now when she looked at the person in front of her, she didn't feel like such an asshole anymore.
After taking a closer look, I felt that this bastard looked just a little bit worse than me, but quite good-looking.
It's just not good at all, lingering in that land of fireworks all day long.
"Hey, you know my name, but I still don't know yours!"
After flicking Huang Rong's forehead, Jing Zhou said, "Didn't I ask you to call me Master or Boss?"
If Huang Laoxie saw this scene, he would probably go crazy. His precious daughter was slapped on the head, and the sound was so clear!
Huang Rong covered her forehead with one hand and put the other hand in front of her to guard against Jing Zhou, fearing that the bastard would hit her again.
Now she knew clearly that this bastard was very skilled in martial arts. She didn't even see the move he made just now. She didn't know she had been shot until her forehead hurt.
"Watch it for yourself."
After saying that, Jingzhou picked up the pen and wrote on the paper again.
"The scenery is just what we need for drunken eyes, and the lingering feelings of chatting in the boat."
"Jingzhou", Huang Rong muttered silently in her mind and remembered the name.
Ling'er held up the corner of her clothes, as if she had something to say, but she didn't know how to say it. After a while, she finally summoned up the courage: "Mr. Jing, you...can you help, help Ling'er write a poem too?"
Words?”
"Linger, what did you just say?"
Thinking that Jingzhou hadn't heard clearly just now, Ling'er plucked up her courage and said in a louder voice: "Want to ask the young master to write a poem for Ling'er too?"
After hearing Ling'er's words, Jingzhou became interested and said loudly: "What does Ling'er want to say?"
Is it possible that all the little girls nowadays are pregnant?
"Mom said, Ling'er will be able to welcome guests in two years..."
After saying this, Linger lowered her head, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face.
If she were the daughter of an ordinary family, at this age she should stay in the boudoir, do embroidery, or help with some work at home...