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As for why Hualang suddenly thought of the thorns of the chrysanthemum, even he himself didn't know, he just thought that when he saw Bai Su, he thought of the thorns of the chrysanthemum.

The autumn wind blew the coolness. After everyone sat down, Bai Su said to Li Jingan: "The chrysanthemums are in full bloom today. Since Mr. Li is here, it would be too monotonous if you only admire the chrysanthemums, isn't it? And most of the people who come here today have Amazing talent and learning, don't let them leave something here, the little girl really feels like entering the treasure mountain empty-handed!"

Bai Su's words couldn't be more clear, he wanted everyone present to write lyrics.

Li Jingan agreed with Bai Su's proposal very much, and said: "It is necessary, there are a lot of talented people here today, we must let them write the first ci."

This Bai Su's identity seems to be very unusual, otherwise people like Li Jingan and Zhang Min would not have come here. After Li Jingan finished speaking, other people followed suit, saying that such a beautiful scenery, it is obviously impossible not to write the first words .

After shouting, everyone left the pavilion and strolled in the courtyard among the chrysanthemums. After walking a few steps like this, a scholar came up with a poem and recited it casually. It started like this, and the others Scholars and scholars also recited their masterpieces one after another.

Finally, when he arrived at Zhang Min, he was still a little delayed, but in the end he couldn't help it, so he also composed a poem:

The area is picturesque.The scenery is chic in autumn.Where does the flooded blue sky break?Emerald cold light shines on each other.Dihuazhou on Liaoyu Island, hidden by bamboo fences and huts.

The sails of Yunji are flying high.Cigarettes and wine flags are low.The ups and downs of the six dynasties are all gossip among fishermen and woodcutters.Desperately leaning on the upper floor, the cold sun sets silently.

His poem can be regarded as a nostalgic poem. Although it is not very suitable for today's situation, it still has a bit of a chic atmosphere in autumn, so after it was written, it was praised by many people. Hwarang did nothing alone.

Seeing Hua Lang like this, Bai Su said with a slight smile, "We all have heard about the talent of Hua Gongzi, so no matter what, let's compose a song today!"

In front of the beautiful woman, Hwarang really didn't want to be humble, he smiled slightly and said: "Since everyone has done it, if I don't do it, it will be hypocritical, okay, then I will do one."

Hwarang pondered for a moment, then said:

The mist is dense and the clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast.The festive season is Double Ninth Festival again, the jade pillow is in the gauze kitchen, and it is cool in the middle of the night.

After Dongli drank the wine at dusk, there was a dark fragrance filling his sleeves.Could it be that people are thinner than yellow flowers when the wind blows from the west.

This is the well-organized Zuihuayin, which is very famous, and what I admire today is chrysanthemums, which is very suitable for the occasion. Huanghuashou is the best.

Everyone praised here, but Bai Su suddenly stopped saying a word. Seeing her like this, Hwa Lang smiled slightly. He knew very well that Bai Su must be sad because of the artistic conception of this poem. up.

This poem was written by Li Qingzhao when he was missing her husband, and she wrote down the grievances of a woman. This Bai Su is a widow who stays alone in an empty room every night. I am afraid that she misses her husband even more.

Just when Hwarang was thinking this way, Bai Su bowed his hands slightly to everyone, said that he had something to do and left first, then turned around and left, everyone looked at Bai Su's leaving figure, and for a moment, they didn't know What should I do, what happened to Bai Su?

Li Jingan didn't seem to be very worried, he was still joking at this moment: "Madam Bai is busy, everyone just play and don't worry about her."

With Li Jingan's words now, what else can everyone say, they can only continue to admire the chrysanthemums, but after that, everyone dispersed, and Wen Meng and Hua Wan'er ran away early and did not know where they were.

Hwarang and Li Jingan were chatting, Hwarang asked Li Jingan: "What happened to Mrs. Bai?"

Li Jingan shrugged: "Maybe he thought of something sad!"

"A woman like her also has sad things?"

"Of course, Mrs. Bai's husband died prematurely after being married to her for a year. How can a woman like her not be sad!"

Hwarang nodded: "Madam Bai's husband is not in good health?"

"It is said that it is very good, but suddenly fell ill and died."

"Do you know the cause?"

"When I died, I asked someone to check it, but I didn't find the cause!"

Hwarang nodded, and then continued to chat about Li Jingan, but at this moment, Bai Ju suddenly ran over and said that Bai Su wanted to see Hwarang, the one who was alone, Li Jingan smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Hwarang.

Hwarang nodded slightly, then followed Bai Ju to Bai Su's boudoir.

Bai Su's boudoir is deep in the chrysanthemums, and it is a very big boudoir, which is full of chrysanthemums. After entering, one can smell the fragrance of flowers. Pointing to the chair next to him, he said, "Sit down, please!"

Hua Lang sat down on the chair, and Bai Sulai sat down opposite him, and then asked: "Young Master, do you know why the little girl invites Young Master?"

Hwarang shook his head: "I don't know, please tell my wife clearly!"

The corner of Bai Su's mouth smiled slightly: "Young Master Hua wrote the poem "Drunken Flower Yin" today. It's really a good word. It was written in a woman's tone, and it really entered my heart."

Hualang didn't know what Bai Su meant by saying this, so he didn't make any answer. At this time, Bai Su continued: "So, I just want to ask you a few questions when I invite you here today."

Hwarang smiled lightly: "If you have any questions, Madam Bai, just ask!"

"Does Playboy think I'm beautiful?"

Bai Su asked such a question suddenly, but Hwarang was stunned. How could such a question be asked casually?Hua Lang's face turned red, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "Madam is as beautiful as a flower, a rare beauty in the world."

What Hwarang said is true. He thinks that Bai Su is really beautiful, or more of a charm. As a woman gradually matures, her beauty will gradually become charm, and charm attracts men. And more durable.

After hearing Hua Lang's answer, Bai Su smiled lightly: "Since the playboy thinks that I am beautiful, how about I agree with you?"

"This..." Hua Lang was startled, he was a little dumbfounded, and after a long time, he said: "I already have a wife, so I absolutely mustn't say anything about Mrs. Bai."

When Hwarang said this, Bai Su's cheeks turned red immediately, and he slowly got up, and when Hwarang came up, he put his arms around Hwarang's neck, then sat gently on Hwarang's lap, saying: " Young Master Hua has a wife, so how about being the lover of Young Master Hua, you and I have a secret relationship, wouldn't it be more exciting, the first time I saw Young Master Hua, I immediately fell in love with Young Master Hua!"