imperial coddle

Chapter 105 Poetry Competition
The strange combination of four people and one fox was talked about all the way to Shuxiang Building. The three of Yan Qingjun didn't feel much. They were talked about and grew up since they were young. They would not take it seriously. Where did Xuejuan see it? After experiencing this kind of symptoms, people pointing and pointing at them all the way, the whole person is trembling all the way, watching Yan Qingjun, angry and funny, what should he do after such timidity .

Soon the three of them came to the Shuxiang Building. It was also the first time for Yan Qingjun to come here. Looking at the antique decoration, he could smell the faint fragrance of ink as soon as he walked in. It is said that the boss here has a very weird temper and is not a good match. No matter how much money you pay, he won’t look at you more. On the contrary, even if you are a beggar, he can talk to you all night long. He is such a eccentric person. There is no one in a store here. Dare to find trouble,
"Master Tu, Master Yan, you two are here, ah, this girl is..."

"This is my sister, it's my first time here, so it's the old seat."

"Miss Yan, welcome, welcome, this way please."

Obviously these people knew these two people, Yan Qingjun didn't feel anything, he followed them all the way in, just entered the hall, someone in the crowd saw Yan Qingjun and subconsciously shouted, the whole crowd was like this It boiled up.

"A Fairy Descends,"

I don't know why the crowd said such a sentence, which attracted everyone's attention to Yan Qingjun. The obsessive eyes of those people saw that Yan Qingjun was very uncomfortable. This is a man, and he walked straight up. In front of Yan Qingjun, Yan Qingjun subconsciously raised his head to look, and couldn't help but sigh that the world is really small, no matter where he goes, he can meet this bastard, and every time he meets him, his mood will be affected.

This person is Zhang Xiang's son, Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling doesn't know what's going on. He has been taught by Yan Qingjun many times, but he hasn't hit her hand once. Yan Qingjun can't help thinking that today he is the best! Leave yourself alone.Otherwise, he would be beaten all over the place looking for his teeth, but obviously Yan Qingjun overestimated Zhang Ling's shamelessness, and Zhang Ling walked directly in front of Yan Qingjun.

"General Tu. Guard Yan. It's a coincidence that I can meet you here. This girl is..."

"Master Zhang, this is Lingmei's love for the king."

I saw that Yan Feiyun said that Zhang Ling was not well, he was a little scared, and some couldn't believe it, and he looked at Yan Qingjun seriously. How could a person's appearance be so different? The current Yan Qingjun can be said to be The beautiful woman in Qingcheng is not as cold as she was when she was a child. She looks much cuter. Yan Qingjun is very uncomfortable with Zhang Ling's eyes. This is because Yan Feiyun sensed Yan Qingjun's discomfort, so he directly Yan Qingjun pulled behind him.

"Master Zhang, if there is nothing else, we will leave first."

After finishing speaking, it didn't matter whether Zhang Ling heard it or not, he took Yan Qingjun's hand and walked upstairs. Tu Muyang, who was behind him, also looked at Zhang Ling's gaze with disgust, and followed Yan Feiyun's footsteps after seeing Zhang Ling Also went upstairs, Zhang Ling watched several people go upstairs, staring at Yan Qingjun with disgusting eyes all the time, wishing to make Yan Qingjun his, at this time, the people who were with Zhang Ling saw Looking like Zhang Ling, he came over and asked.

"Master Zhang, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing, let's go."

For the first time, Zhang Ling didn't tell those friends what he just saw. Every time they met a special woman in the past, they shared it. For the first time, Zhang Ling had a feeling that he wanted to hide Yan Qingjun. Don't let those buddies see that such a beautiful woman should be hers.

Yan Feiyun pulled Yan Qingjun's hand all the way to the room where he and Tu Muyang had been together. After entering the room, Yan Feiyun let go of Yan Qingjun's hand. Yan Qingjun looked at Yan Feiyun who had let go of him. This was the first time he was outside. Caring so much about himself, even though it's strange, he doesn't hate him, after all, he is his brother.

"When you see Zhang Ling in the future, stay away from him."

The sudden Yan Feiyun said this, and after he finished speaking, he walked to the edge of the table and sat down. Soon the waiter brought fruit refreshments, and the table was full. Yan Qingjun didn't agree or object to Yan Feiyun's words, yes Naturally, you should listen to things that are good to you, but looking at Yan Feiyun's attitude is a bit annoying.

Soon the patience was almost over, Yan Qingjun looked at the people talking in twos and threes below, it was nothing more than you complimenting me, I flattered you, each of them was very hypocritical, Yan Qingjun raised his head a little bored, and was suddenly caught by a person opposite The woman attracted attention, and I saw that the woman should be a few years older than herself, with a beautiful appearance and just the right figure. The woman seemed to have seen Yan Qingjun, and she gave Yan Qingjun a gentle smile. The woman The smile is very sweet, but Yan Qingjun always feels that there is something wrong with the woman, but he can't explain that feeling, just when Yan Qingjun wants to see clearly again, there is a voice below, Yan Qingjun is distracted, Looking back, the woman had disappeared, and Yan Qingjun closed his eyes and watched the game downstairs intently.

I saw a 30-year-old man walking up to the high platform and using gestures to calm everyone down. Sure enough, after the gesture, everyone miraculously quieted down. Sure enough, rich people are different. It is possible to keep quiet only by beating a gong.

"My lords, young masters, and ladies, it's time for the poetry competition again. Today's prize gift is a string of South Sea red agate beads. This agate string is not an ordinary string of agate beads. It is the only one in the world."

As soon as the man finished speaking, someone immediately held a tray, which contained an agate bead string of the same color. He fell in love with the agate string at a glance, and the people below naturally saw this agate string.

All of them were shouting loudly, mixed with messy voices, Yan Qingjun didn't hear very clearly, but Yan Qingjun didn't care what they said

What, now she is all focused on the string of agate beads. Yan Feiyun and Tu Muyang naturally liked her very much. Give it to her, he will definitely like it when he sees it.

"Today's topic is to compose a poem with lotus flowers. Whoever has the best poem will get this string of red agate beads and have dinner with the owner of Shuxiang Building."

After hearing that person's ebullition, Yan Qingjun was a little confused about what kind of person they were and why they all wanted to have dinner with him so much. Those who are capable are thinking about what poems describe plum blossoms, and how to win.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Yan Qingjun looked at the bottom that still had a long time to end, Yan Qingjun didn't sleep well last night, thinking that he should go to sleep first, and wait until he wakes up. It was not too late, after thinking about it, he just fell asleep on the table. Yan Feiyun raised his eyes and looked at the person who was sleeping soundly next to him, stood up, and walked to the inner room. a cloak,
This is the long-term room of Yan Feiyun and Tu Muyang, so it is not surprising that there are their clothes. Yan Feiyun carefully put the cloak on Yan Qingjun's body, and stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on Yan Qingjun's forehead. Tu Muyang looked at Yan Feiyun The feeling towards Yan Qingjun was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong all of a sudden, Tu Muyang shook his head, maybe he thought too much, they are brother and sister.

Yan Qingjun fell asleep for a while and when he woke up, he saw that the people below seemed to be almost the same. There were not many people left and he was still standing there thinking, while the string of agate on the high platform was still in good condition. Lying in the tray, Yan Feiyun next to him saw that Yan Qingjun had woken up, took the water glass on the side, poured a glass of water and put it beside Yan Qingjun.

Yan Qingjun looked at the water glass in front of him, and raised his head to look at Yan Feiyun, while the latter only looked down intently, as if he didn't care at all. The corners of Yan Qingjun's mouth twitched, her brother was actually awkward and cute.

The patience in the audience was finally over, and it was the turn of the people upstairs.There were not many people upstairs, so none of the many poems in the competition soon satisfied the person behind. Yan Feiyun also wrote a poem, but the result was still not satisfactory.Tu Muyang originally thought that he could just copy a song based on what he had learned in his previous life, but he was afraid that Yan Qingjun would know, so he just wrote a random song, but he was still not selected.

At this moment, there are only two people left upstairs, one is Yan Qingjun, and the other is the character woman that Yan Qingjun just saw, every frown and smile of the woman reveals nobility, and the woman walks slowly from her He walked out of that room, looked at Yan Qingjun opposite, smiled softly, looked at the people below, and lightly opened his red lips:
The flowers and leaves are not related to each other in the world, and the flowers enter the golden pots and leaves as dust.

Only the green lotus and red stalks are naive.

This flower and this leaf often reflect each other, and the greenness reduces the redness and the sadness to kill.

After the woman finished speaking, she bowed to everyone and looked at Yan Qingjun, meaning that she was obviously waiting for Yan Qingjun to come up. Yan Qingjun looked at the woman a little puzzled, how could she know this poem? Poet Li Shangyin (a gift of lotus flowers), is she also from the same place as me? Tu Muyang also looked at the woman opposite, this woman was full of mystery.

Now that everyone has finished performing, only Yan Qingjun is left. The man meant that he would take in the poems of the woman opposite him to avoid trouble. Naturally, Yan Qingjun is not a pretentious person. That string of bracelets will naturally come with the best effort.

After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, when the wine comes.No banners.Red buildings and green covers follow.

The painting boat props into the depths of the flowers, and the fragrance is golden.Misty rain slightly.A piece of singing and dancing is drunk.

What Yan Qingjun used was Ouyang Xiu, a poet of the Song Dynasty (Plucking mulberry seeds - the West Lake is good after the lotus). As soon as Yan Qingjun wrote the last word, there was warm applause from all around, and the man downstairs took the two poems into it. Yes, after a long time, the man came out and said to Yan Qingjun:

"Miss Yan, my master is here to invite you."

(End of this chapter)