Ruyan smiled and put away the papers written by Jingzhou one by one, and said softly: "Young Master is really a literary star. Others have to think about it for a long time to write a poem, but Young Master wrote so much in one breath, and he didn't even think about it."
How long does it take? If you don't see it with your own eyes, Ruyan would not believe it. This piece of "Dian Crimson Lips" is perfect to be hung on a high pillar on the first floor."
After saying that, Ru Yan's red lips opened slightly and said:
How can a place of restrained love be likened to the Qinhuai night, when the lanterns first faded, and the silk and bamboo were turned over.
Ten dendrobium pearls are worth less than the price of a city. Let's go on a pleasant trip. Drinking wine and fragrant musk deer. Who can talk to each other in the west window?
In her opinion, this poem was obviously tailor-made for Yanbo Tower.
"Hahaha, that's fine if you like it." Jing Zhou stretched his waist, and after writing for so long, even Li Bai was very tired.
Seeing this, Ruyan walked over again, placed her little hand on Jingzhou's back, and started beating for him.
"Well, it feels so comfortable~" Ruyan's blow was just right, and Jingzhou couldn't help but moan twice.
"Boss, are you there?"
Ruyan heard a soft, clear and melodious girl's voice coming from outside, and then saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl wearing a yellow shirt pushing the door in.
Huang Rong saw Ruyan standing next to Jing Zhou, pointed at her and exclaimed: "You... why are you... here so early in the morning!"
Seeing that both of them were fully clothed, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, she got up early in the morning and put on her daughter's clothes, hoping to surprise Jing Zhou, but she didn't expect that when she opened the door and walked in with joy, she saw that shameless girl.
"Hehe, my sister must be Feng Rong. I didn't expect that my sister would be so handsome in her daughter's disguise, even my sister would be moved by it."
After being teased by Ruyan, Huang Rong was confused and didn't know what to say. She just retorted: "Humph, who is your sister!"
I even thought to myself: "This woman is so shameless. She doesn't even have a status, yet she wants to be a sister!"
Don't even think about letting her be your sister!
Ruyan knew that Huang Rong was thin-skinned, so she stopped teasing her. She had already passed the age of first love. She packed up her poems, moved her steps slightly, and when she reached Huang Rong, she stopped for a moment and said with a smile: "Sister~Sister, I'm going back first~"
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"Feng Rong, how should the young master call you now? Should I still call you Feng Rong?"
Jing Zhou looked at the girl in front of him with a smile, and saw that she had a slender waist, a small cherry mouth and willow eyebrows, and there was an aura of aura in her eyes.
Even if Huang Rong Bingxue is smart, she doesn't know how to face Jing Zhou at this moment: "You know this and still make fun of me, I... you, just call me Ronger." Looking at Jing Zhou's smile,
From the non-smiling look on his face, he might have already guessed that he was a girl.
"Rong'er, I didn't expect you to be pretty good-looking while pretending to be a beggar."
Not to mention, apart from her stature, this girl has a very pretty face.
After hearing the praise, Huang Rong couldn't help but ask: "Really, how pretty is that?"
"Much prettier than the courtesan in Cuichun Tower, hahaha..."
"You...you...can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"
Prince Zhao's Mansion
Yang Kang said to a guard beside him: "Have you found out the identity of that person?"
The guard looked troubled and hesitantly said: "Little Prince, we have found out, but...but..."
"But what? Can I still eat you?" Yang Kang drank the tea in one gulp, his eyes filled with coldness.
"That person is the owner of an inn in Zhongdu. It's just that this inn seems to have a lot of history. People who had troubled this inn before have disappeared inexplicably, including the former Magistrate Li."
"Huh!" Yang Kang slammed the tea cup to the ground, feeling a suffocation in his heart that made him uncomfortable.
Peng Lianhu sighed and said: "Little Prince, it's better not to investigate that person. To be honest, Little Prince, I have dealt with that person once, and I am not afraid of your jokes when I talk about it. Even now, I sometimes have nightmares.
I woke up with a fright. All the brothers on the road gave me the title of 'Thousand-Handed Man-Slaughter', haha, compared with that man, I am a fucking bullshit Thousand-Hand Man-Slaughter!"
Ouyang Ke played with the quilt in his hand and said unconcernedly: "Master Peng's words are a bit exaggerated, right? No matter how powerful this person is, can he be more powerful than my uncle?"
When Jing Zhou accused Liang Ziwen of killing him, he was not present. Later, when Peng Lianhu and others mentioned it, he didn't take it to heart.
What kind of master has Ouyang Ke never seen?
No matter how powerful it is, can it still be more powerful than Western poison?
Master Lingzhi took a long breath and sounded calmly. But he saw that the grace of that finger was definitely not something he could resist.
Yang Kang's expression changed one after another. He naturally knew that Peng Lianhu was a well-known figure in the north. He was ruthless and capable of killing people. He had many ruthless gangsters under his command. He never expected that he would be so frightened by one person.
Even when he faced Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi before, he didn't show much fear.
After a while, Yang Kangcai said quietly: "Oh, please let Master Peng tell you in detail."
Peng Lianhu took a deep breath, recalled something, and said with palpitations: "Five years ago, in Shanxi, Shandong, and the two lakes, he attacked thirty-six villages in three days, one man, one gun, and one horse. You only know his fists and kicks.
He was powerful, but he didn’t know he had a gun in his hand.” Peng Lianhu swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and then said: “One shot killed thousands of people on the road! Haha, in the past, I, Lao Peng, only thought that in the midst of thousands of troops,
Taking the head of an admiral is just a joke."
Suddenly, the gun flashed in Peng Lianhu's eyes again. The gun came out like a dragon, the gun breath roared, and the gun pierced out like thunder. Stones as big as millstones were like tofu in front of the gun.
The bright gun head is like the scythe used by the God of Death to harvest lives. When the gun comes out, people die. Broken limbs and corpses are scattered all over the ground. Their internal organs and intestines are scattered all over the ground. Even though Peng Lianhu has lived for most of his life, he has never seen such a bloody scene.
"Brother Jing, let's go out and enjoy the snow. The plum blossoms in the yard are all blooming."
Seeing Huang Rong's little daughter's attitude, he almost made Jing Zhou spit out the tea he just drank.
Compared to the title Brother Jing, he still thinks Dongjia is more palatable, and he is not Brother Jing!
"Ahem, Rong'er, you'd better call me boss."
Huang Rong said "Oh", took Jing Zhou's arm and ran towards the backyard.
In the backyard, the originally budding plum blossoms were now in full bloom. Before I stepped into the yard, I felt a faint fragrance. Compared to the sweetness of peach blossoms, this fragrance was more subtle.
Huang Rong casually broke off a branch and said cheerfully: "Master, let me sing you a song."
She sniffed the plum blossoms, tilted her head slightly, and spit out a clear voice from the bottom of her tongue: "Flying flowers outside the curtain, holding hands several times. The rain is sentimental, and we are soaked in golden wine together. Listening to the rain in the small building at night makes me so happy.