"I just fell down and my arm hurts a little now..."
As soon as he said this, Pu Ying leaned over and rubbed He Fang's arm.
This strength, this technique, it feels professional... He Fang went to a place where literati gathered in his previous life, and the women there massaged like this.
Compared with those women, Pu Ying is even worse!
At this point, He Fang had some doubts about Pu Ying's parentage, but he didn't ask.
Pu Ying pinched and said, "I tripped you because of the books I hung outside, and I feel really bad about it. Now I finally have a chance to make it up to you. You have to enjoy it!"
"Okay, okay, I will definitely enjoy it!" After saying that, He Fang gently closed his eyes and entered the immersive enjoyment mode.
If Pu Ying could massage other parts of his body, he would be even happier than he is now.
But he was embarrassed to say it.
The fall just now did hurt a bit, especially my arm.
However, under Pu Ying's careful massage, the muscles in his arms were no longer sore, but felt very comfortable.
He felt that with just a slight lift of his arm, he could lift Pu Ying's entire body!
"Xiao Fangzi, are you feeling better?" Pu Ying said in a gentle tone.
"Okay, okay, I will teach you how to write thin gold body now!" He Fang opened his eyes and stood up slowly.
"What are you doing standing up? Writing while standing is more beautiful than writing while sitting down?" Pu Ying frowned, looking confused.
"Everything is difficult at the beginning. You have just started to practice Slim Golden Body. I have to guide you step by step to write, so the effect will be better." He Fang said, walking behind Pu Ying and motioning for Pu Ying to write.
Pu Ying probably understood what He Fang meant, turned around to face the papyrus on the table, and picked up the brush by the way.
He Fang stretched out his right hand to hold Pu Ying's right hand and began to write.
Pu Ying's hands were tender and smooth, as if they were coated with a layer of lubricant...
After finishing a poem, Pu Ying's face was really hot and she shouted to stop, but she didn't stop until then.
"Well, I'm going to continue posting my books. Please come back. I'll come back to you when I want to practice calligraphy in the future." Pu Ying covered her hot face and spoke quickly.
"Okay, I'll leave first." He Fang reluctantly left.
Although he wanted to continue developing the relationship, he was afraid of scaring Pu Ying away.
"Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future!" He thought to himself.
After walking away, he raised his right hand and smelled it. The fragrance of Pu Ying's hand still remained on his hand.
After being intoxicated for a while, he hurried back in small steps using Lingbo, without saying a word.
On the other side, Pu Ying in the pavilion watched He Fang go away and did not continue to post books. Instead, she collected all the books and went in one direction.
In the moonlit willow branches, people meet after dusk.
At dusk, the setting sun is like blood.
The blood-red afterglow of the sunset shone on Pu Ying's face and also on Long Wu's face.
The two stood face to face. Pu Ying handed the poem written by He Fang to Long Wu and said softly, "I got it."
"Very good." Long Wu took the papyrus and glanced through it, frowning.
He doesn't know much about poetry, but he feels that He Fang's attainments in poetry are much deeper than Jiang Bin's attainments in poetry!
Just these two sentences, "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine back on me?" are enough to cover up all Jiang Bin's talents!
Fortunately, He Fang's masterpiece was obtained by Pu Ying!
Long Wu waved his hand, and Pu Ying bowed and left.
After taking only two steps, Long Wu suddenly said in a deep voice, "Don't forget who saved your life!"
"I dare not forget!" Pu Ying's tone was low and her eyes were complicated.
After walking through this street, as soon as she turned the corner, she leaned against the wall weakly, her eyes dull.
"Xiao Fangzi, I...I'm sorry for you..."
She gently raised her right hand and recalled the scene when He Fang taught her to practice calligraphy, with mixed feelings in her heart.
Before you know it, night falls.
The moon flickered, and her eyes flickered.
Looking up at the moon above her head, she couldn't help but recite the poem written by He Fang: "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?"
She wanted to go over and apologize to He Fang, but she really didn't know how to face He Fang.
Unconsciously, his eyes were a little hazy.
The moonlight in the sky is also hazy.
The dim moonlight not only shone on her face, but also on He Fang's face.
He Fang is peeing.
"The house is broken and doesn't even have a toilet! I have to go out to pee. It's okay now. I won't freeze to death in the winter?"
After complaining, he felt much better and strode back to his room to continue studying.
In order to have better energy and performance the next day, he went to bed early tonight.
The rooster crows at the fifth watch, and the east becomes increasingly white.
Today is the day of the poetry final between him and the second princess, and his heart is beating very fast.
After simply washing up and putting on new clothes, I heard a rush of footsteps outside the door.
"Xiao Fangzi, the master wants you to come over quickly!" Qingwen hurriedly stopped at the door and knocked on the door.
"Coming, coming." He Fang hurried over and opened the door.
As the door opened, the bright and beautiful Qingwen appeared in front of him little by little.
The brand new green shoulder-length gown is spotless, the snow-white robe skirt is dazzlingly white, and the light gray shoes wrap a pair of small feet.
Qingwen's face is paler than before, probably because she has put on makeup.
"Hey, so exquisite, is this still the Wenwen I know?" He Fang smiled playfully and reached out to pinch Qingwen's face, but Qingwen pushed her away.
"Don't touch me, if my makeup gets messed up I will definitely eat you!" Qingwen glared at He Fang, then turned around and led the way.
"If you want to eat my words, where should you start? From here?" He Fang pointed to his head.
"Your head is too big, I can't eat it! Besides, your head doesn't taste good!" Qingwen looked around and found no one around so she continued chatting with He Fang.
"How do you know it's not delicious if you haven't tried it? Why don't you try it first?" He Fang smiled mischievously.
"Go, go, let's wait until you win the final! Do you know what the master was muttering about this morning?" Qingwen glanced sideways.
"What?" He Fang couldn't help but ask.
"The master said that if you lose to the second princess, I will feed you to her jade lion!" After saying that, Qingwen quickened her pace and walked forward.
After hearing this, He Fang's evil smile instantly froze at the corner of his mouth.
The Jade Lion...that tall and mighty lion that eats people without leaving any bones!
Rather than being swallowed by a lion, he would rather be fucked to death by Diriyah... Wait, why do you have to think about death? Wouldn't it be nice to win the final and everyone would be happy?
He calmed down and reviewed the poems and songs he had reviewed over the past few days in his mind, preparing to show off his talents!
Follow Qingwen to see Di Erya, and then follow Di Erya to the main hall.
He kept his head down the whole time and had no chance to look at the surrounding scenery or the people around him.
The moment he stepped into the palace door with his left foot, his heartbeat was pounding, and he felt like he was on a battlefield!
At this moment, he heard Di Erya's lukewarm instructions, "If you win, I will give you a feast; if you lose, I will give you a jade lion. Do you understand?"