Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 361
After a while, pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready.

Zhu Xiuyuan put his hands behind his back, meditated for a while, dipped in ink and wrote a poem in two or three strokes.

After the ink is dried, fold it and give it to Xiaohuan.

Xiaohuan hurriedly took it with both hands and put it away carefully and carefully.

Xiaohuan has obtained the calligraphy treasure and will not stay for long. He bows and leaves after bowing.

……

The building is full of flowers.

Fourth floor.

In a certain room, candlelight illuminated the entire room.

However, the room was very quiet.

The round table was filled with a banquet, and the dishes and cups were all decorated with fine dishes and fine wine. Even the cups, plates, dishes, and other items were inlaid with gold rims.

However, there was no one around the round table, the chairs were empty, and the chopsticks had not changed their positions since they were placed.

window.

Kou Wanwan sat halfway on the windowsill, tilted her head, and looked at the bustling street downstairs.

Tonight, Kou Wanwan was specially dressed up. In order for Zhu Xiuyuan to appreciate her true face, she put on makeup for an hour.

But I saw the clouds on the temples were high, the head was full of pearls and green, and the three thousand hairs were black and shiny, and the light could tell people.

A beautiful face that cannot be described in words.

Anyone who meets a man will fall in love with him.

She has a slender figure, wearing a red dress, which outlines her figure with a bulging figure.

Kou Wanwan crossed her legs and sat sideways on the window sill, placing her hands on the hem of her red skirt.

Those pair of bright wrists, as white as snow, with slender fingertips and excellent shape, make people stare at them.

At this time, there was no expression on Kou Wanwan's face, no smile, no anger, just a little hope.

He stared blankly at the street below.

The street is still bustling with lights like a sea, but that person has never appeared!

At some point, Kou Wanwan felt a slight chill on the back of her hand pressing on the red skirt.

She slowly turned her head to look and raised her hand, but it turned out that it was lightly drizzling from the sky, and a raindrop fell on the back of her snow-white and delicate hand.

Crystal clear.

Subconsciously, Kou Wanwan moved her slender fingers, and she couldn't help but look at her hand carefully.

I saw that the fingertips were slender, the bones and flesh were well-proportioned, the skin was white, the texture was delicate and shiny, and the tiny nails were shining...

What beautiful hands, it's a pity that no one came to appreciate them with her.

After looking at her hand, Kou Wanwan's eyes fell on the poem manuscript she was holding in her hand.

This is the manuscript of the poem "Long Lovesickness", written by Zhu Xiuyuan himself.

"Sauvignon Blanc."

Kou Wanwan unfolded the poem, her eyes fell on the three-word brand name "Sauvignon Blanc", the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, and she read it out slowly.

"A whirlpool of clouds, a shuttle of jade, a light and thin shirt, and a pair of snails with light eyebrows."

"There are strong autumn winds and gentle rain. Outside the curtains there are three or two banana trees in their nests. The night is long and there is nothing anyone can do."

After reciting this poem, Kou Wanwan's breathing became short.

He pressed the poem manuscript to his heart with both hands, quickly and forcefully.

In the turbulent heart, the poem manuscript has been deformed...

It becomes the shape of a mask unfolded.

The legs covered under the red dress moved twice, causing the red dress to tremble.

At the same time, Kou Wanwan raised her head, leaning against the window frame, her eyes as bright as stars slowly closed, her bright red cherry mouth slightly opened, and a few fine teeth were vaguely visible.

Boom boom boom!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, the servant girl is back!" There was also the voice of the servant girl Xiaohuan.

Kou Wanwan was shocked, her eyes opened, and her starry eyes bloomed.

Withdrawing the poem manuscript, he smoothed it out with his hands and said, "Come in quickly. Is Mr. Zhu here?"

She simply arranged her clothes, put the poem manuscript close to her body, and hurriedly greeted her, moving quickly with her lotus steps, pulling her long skirt around like a lotus blooming.

Squeak!

The door opened, but only Xiao Huan came in.

Kou Wanwan paused, looking past the small ring and looking out the door, with a look of disappointment and a hint of expectation on her face.

"Miss, I failed to invite Mr. Zhu."

Xiaohuan drooped his head.

"Still...not coming?"

Kou Wanwan still looked behind Xiaohuan and outside the door without giving up.

"Miss, Mr. Zhu said that he will definitely come in person tomorrow morning!"

"okay."

Kou Wanwan withdrew her gaze, and finally a smile appeared on her face.

"And Miss..."

Xiaohuan took out the piece of writing paper from the pocket of his clothes, held it in his hands and handed it to Kou Wanwan.

"Miss, this is a poem written by Mr. Zhu himself and given to the lady."

"Zhu Gongzi's new poem!"

Kou Wanwan's eyes lit up, she hurriedly took it with both hands, and couldn't wait to unfold it.

"Telling the heartfelt feelings." After Kou Wanwan read out the name of the poem, his whole person changed, his eyes were shining, and he felt as if he had found a treasure while holding the poem manuscript.

"Where do people go in the eternal night? Jue Laiyin."

"The incense pavilion is hidden, the eyebrows are furrowed, and the moon is about to sink."

"Fighting forbearance and not looking for each other? Resenting the lonely quilt."

"In exchange for my heart, my heart is yours, and I know that we remember each other deeply." Kou Wanwan finished reading the song "Revealing Heartfelt Love", and her breathing became short again.

Cherry's little mouth was slightly open, and her eyebrows, eyes, corners of her mouth, face, etc. were all smiling.

"Miss?"

Xiaohuan saw that his young lady was in a different state of mind, so she hurriedly put her head in to take a look.

However, Kou Wanwan seemed to be immersed in some kind of magical state, unable to extricate herself. She couldn't hear what was going on outside the window, and she seemed to be unaware of Xiaohuan's cry.

Xiaohuan's eyes widened, and she understood that her young lady was going "crazy" again.

Then, something even more incredible happened to Xiao Huan.

I saw Kou Wanwan, holding the poem "Reporting Heartfelt Love" to her heart with both hands, as if she was sleepwalking, with a smile on her lips, she walked towards Xiutan, put on her clothes and lay down on her.

He just pressed the poem manuscript with his hands, pressed it to his heart, then closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth.

Just fell asleep!
Xiaohuan followed her all the way, stood before Xiu collapsed, bent down, stared at the strange state of his young lady, and called out several times: "Miss."

But Kou Wanwan turned a deaf ear and fell asleep after a while, her breathing gradually becoming evener.

Xiaohuan's eyes widened. This was the first time she saw her young lady like this!
After being stunned for a long time before the embroidery collapsed, I saw that my lady had fallen into a deep sleep. The poem manuscript was still pressed on my heart by my lady, rising and falling slowly with her breathing...

Xiaohuan shook his head, pulled the quilt and covered Kou Wanwan.

Then he gently removed the banquet table, blew out the candles, and exited the room.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning.

Zhu Xiuyuan got up and fell into a trance again.

He was really not used to seeing the hardworking Qiuwen, nor the lady who laughed like a silver bell.

After breakfast, Zhu Xiuyuan prepared to go to the quarantine area to check the situation. After a lot of work last night, the progress in the creation of new weapons was quite gratifying.

However, the servant in the mansion came to report: "Master, Miss Kou Wanwan's maid Xiaohuan in Huamanlou is already waiting at the gate of the mansion, saying she is here to meet the master."

Zhu Xiuyuan stopped and patted his head.

"Why did you forget this..."

Zhu Xiuyuan looked at the boy, then at Yan Dashan, thinking for a moment.

"Forget it, let's go there, lest she really comes here, which would be bad."

So Zhu Xiuyuan asked Zhou Dong to supervise the creation of new weapons.

He took Yan Dashan out of the mansion and followed Xiao Huan to Huamanlou.

……

Chaoku Street and Pipa Lane are filled with flowers.

Fourth floor.

It is still quiet here, completely different from the hustle and bustle of the three floors below. It always gives people the illusion of entering a paradise from the bustling city for a second.

"Master Zhu, please come this way."

Xiaohuan led the way. The Huamanlou was a building with intricate corridors. Although Zhu Xiuyuan had been here once, he couldn't remember the path.

"Master Zhu, we are here. The lady is in this room, please come in!"

Xiaohuan opened the door, but did not go in. He only made a "please come in" gesture.

Zhu Xiuyuan nodded and walked in. Xiaohuan immediately closed the door and locked herself out.

Zhu Xiuyuan walked in and saw a beautiful woman who looked like a fairy standing there. Her red dress reached to the ground. She was not Kou Wanwan.

However, Kou Wanwan had already taken off the tulle of her mask, and her stunning beauty was displayed directly in front of Zhu Xiuyuan's eyes.

Zhu Xiuyuan's breathing suddenly stagnated.

What a nice view!

This kind of beauty is slightly different from Dong Shuyu's beauty and cannot be compared together, but there is no doubt that they are both top-notch beings.

As for Dong Shuzhen, she is actually still too young, and the baby fat on her face has not completely faded away. Although she is also a beauty, her style is different.

Kou Wanwan's beauty is restrained yet public, beautiful and bright, like a blooming flower with water drops, which is very eye-catching.

She is tall and tall, with a face like a full moon, but she is not bloated, and she can give people a sense of fullness and satisfaction.

In contrast, Dong Shuyu looked a little thinner, which was a kind of graceful beauty...

And she has been carefully dressed, at first glance, it is difficult to move your eyes away.

"Young master, you are the first man to see the true face of the slave family!"

Kou Wanwan was generous and unrestrained, spinning around in circles.

In an instant, I saw the red skirt dancing, colorful ribbons fluttering, the green silk draped on the shoulders fluttering, pearls jumping, the jewels making the sound of jingling rings.

But none of these are as beautiful, stunning, or exciting as Kou Wanwan herself!

Every curve of the figure outlined by that red skirt is so thrilling!
As she turned, those arcs just swayed in the air...

Simply incredible.

It makes people marvel at the softness of his body, and also makes people think about it.

"Miss Wanwan is indeed worthy of the title of the best singing and dancing girl in the world!"

Zhu Xiuyuan was dumbfounded for a long time and couldn't help but praise.

"Hehe, I would like to thank you for your compliments! Master, how about you dance for me on the spot?"

"Uh... no need."

Zhu Xiuyuan averted his eyes a little, always staring at Kou Wanwan, which always made him feel guilty.

"Young master, my family has prepared a table of wine and vegetables, my master, please take a seat, and my family will serve the wine and dishes myself..."

Kou Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, and pulled out a chair.

The table was filled with wine and food, which was extremely rich.

Zhu Xiuyuan glanced at her smiling face, thanked her and sat down.

As expected, Kou Wanwan poured the wine herself, raised the glass with both hands, and prepared to feed him the wine herself...

Zhu Xiuyuan grinned and quickly stopped him.

(End of this chapter)