Demons are rampant: the violent concubine is not easy to mess with

Chapter 113 The Man Who Seduced Me! (two)

Murong Yan was a little annoyed, after all, this couplet was a masterpiece she saw in the 21st century.Although it is a bit embarrassing to say that this is written by myself, isn't it written like this in all the novels she read when she was studying?Therefore, the sporadic guilt also disappeared.Later, it became more and more natural to steal famous poems such as Li Bai and Du Fu, and achieved the current reputation of a strange woman.

Now, the three of them didn't seem to appreciate at all, and their expressions were slightly strange.

Murong Yan will not be surprised if Nangong Cange and Gu Lanzhi are equally famous young masters with extraordinary talents and learning.And Shangguan Ren's expression was hidden under the veil, making it difficult for people to see clearly, Murong Yan just thought that she was dazzled.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a lot more comfortable in my heart, and subconsciously wanted to convince myself of the two rare beautiful boys.

"It's really lucky for Yan to meet the three most famous people in the world today."

With a smile on the corner of Murong Yan's lips, she looked more and more beautiful.

"Yan has heard about it for a long time, Mr. Xianyue's chicness, Mr. Lan's talent, and the beauty of the country..." Murong Yan deliberately paused: "Special."

This special word can be understood as a compliment or as a belittling.Murong Yan originally wanted to trouble Shangguan Ren because of the incident just now, but she finally got the chance, how could she let it go?

"It's very good, it's better than the same thing."

This time it wasn't Shangguan Ren who spoke, nor Nangong Cange, but Gu Lanzhi who was sitting elegantly by the side holding the guqin all the time.What he said seemed to be unintentional, but if he listened carefully, he could hear the sarcasm inside.

The corners of Shangguan Ren's lips curled up slightly under the veil.She always thought that Gu Lanzhi spoke more directly than Nangong Cange, but she didn't want to hurt others in such a tactful way that people couldn't find any faults.

Murong Yan's complexion changed, and she returned to her charming smile in a moment, and continued: "When Yan saw the two young masters, she suddenly remembered some words."

"Is it?"

Nangong Cange's white fingers were gently playing with the celadon tea set, the blend of blue and white, a special artistic conception, Murong Yan was a little dazed looking directly at it.

"Yes."

Forcibly concentrating her mind, Murong Yan curled the corners of her lips, and the water in her eyes turned to look at Nangong Cange who had kept her head down.

(End of this chapter)