Destiny Concubine

Chapter 177
"Ye Junli, your face is really thicker than a city wall." Meng Qinghuan looked disgusted and planned to stay away from this monster.

Ye Junli couldn't do what she wanted, he put his arm around her waist and wrapped her in his arms, and whispered to her ear with his thin lips: "It must be like this in front of you."

Meng Qinghuan felt chills for a while, but endless joy spread from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Mohan looked at the unscrupulous show of affection between the two of them, completely ignoring his existence, he twitched the corners of his lips speechlessly, with resentment on his face: "Are you going to let me stand here forever?"

Ye Junli looked up at Ye Mohan's unhappy face, he raised his eyebrows and stepped out of the way.

Seeing that there was breakfast on the table, Ye Mohan was not polite, so he sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks and said in a warm voice, "It's boring to eat by yourself, so come and make up for it."

The corners of Meng Qinghuan's lips twitched violently, his face was covered with black lines, and he corrected him: "You're not just making up the numbers, you're called Cengfan."

Ye Mohan smiled noncommittally, holding the food with chopsticks, and began to eat with relish.

Meng Qinghuan pursed her lips, and shrugged helplessly. This Ye Mohan and Ye Junli really deserved to be brothers, with thick skins, they are invincible in the world!
Ye Junli pulled Meng Qinghuan to sit down at the table, and the two of them just started to move when Ye Mohan ate and said, "Do you know who won the first prize at the Yunzhou Poetry Festival yesterday?"

Meng Qinghuan bit her chopsticks, blinked her eyes and stared at Ye Mohan, seeing his inscrutable look, she couldn't help being puzzled and curious.

Ye Junli remained calm, and gently served Meng Qinghuan with food, as if he had nothing to do with it.

Ye Mohan raised the corners of his lips slightly, smiled and replied, "Young Master Qing."

Meng Qinghuan didn't realize it for a while, she frowned and wanted to know who the holy son Qing was, before she opened her mouth, she snapped cleverly, and pointed at herself in surprise: "This young master Qing, could it be me?"

"Otherwise, who do you think it could be?" Ye Mohan continued with a smile: "You don't know that the three poems you wrote at the poetry meeting yesterday have been widely circulated in Yunzhou City. , have started to sing your lyrics. Yuemanlou is no exception, if you don’t believe me, listen to it.”

He pointed to the door and motioned for Meng Qinghuan.

Meng Qinghuan tilted his ears and listened carefully to the outside. Sure enough, the music of silk and bamboo could be faintly heard, accompanied by the voice of a woman singing: "Please have a three-foot sword, let the city of Fenghuo drain your liver and gall, and borrow your 30 years of prosperity." country……"

Meng Qinghuan was really surprised, she really didn't expect her writing to be so popular overnight?
But she can't bear the reputation of this poem and essay son, after all, these three poems are borrowed from others.

She heard this sentence repeated by the woman singing outside, and said: "Actually, there is still half a gap in front of this poem." Meng Qinghuan decided to be a good person to the end, but Yue Manlou valued her poem so much, she decided not to hide it .

She got up and walked to the table, took a pen and ink, wrote the first half of the poem, handed it to Ye Mohan and said, "Give me Qingyi, it's a gift of thanks!"

Meng Qinghuan knew very well that singing poems was a way for flower houses in ancient times to attract guests.

Ye Mohan looked at the wet handwriting, and whispered softly: "Ren Xia wishes in his life, a boat with rippling leaves. The color of autumn ink is dyed, like the pity of the eyes of a beautiful woman. The old man has not seen for a long time, and the glass of burning poems and cooking wine is not full. Long scroll, gently roll up the red sleeves!"

He paused, and read the second half of Meng Qinghuan's previous writing together: "Please ask the king for a three-foot sword, and the head of the beacon city to drain the liver and gall. Lend the king for 30 years, and the prosperity of thousands of miles will make the country beautiful. Turn over a thousand files, covered by fog." , my mind is hanging high, and I sigh Shi Jianbiyan!"

He put down the rice paper, applauded her and asked her: "What's the name of this poem?"

"Nine Songs in Heaven." Meng Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled slightly. She turned her head slightly, but saw Ye Junli looking at her with burning eyes, his eyes were full of unresolved tenderness.

Ye Junli held her hand, his eyes sparkled, and he said solemnly: "It doesn't take 30 years, three years is enough, I will give you a prosperous and prosperous country."

　Dear friends who like Qin Shimingyue, you all know that Tian Xing Jiu Ge is an anime, because I was brainwashed recently, so I used this lyrics to write the plot, friends who like ancient songs, don't miss it.This weekend, four more, what! "

　　
　
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