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

Chapter 121 Save or not, Weak Woman ([-])
Gu Lanzhi recalled that at the dinner last night, Nangong Cange said that Shangguan Ren was still resting and hadn't eaten lunch, probably because he was very hungry?
"Do you want to go out to eat?"

Gu Lanzhi suggested.

Shangguan Ren thought for a while and thought it was good, so he nodded.

She didn't want to eat at Murong's house, and she didn't want to see Murong Yan.Although he was speechless towards Murong Yan, seeing her little actions still made people feel disgusted.

The two chatted for a while, and left the Murong Mansion together.

It was noon, and the shops opened for business early, and the sound of hawking and shouting was endless.

Shangguan Ren and Gu Lanzhi moved forward all the way, attracting the attention of countless people.

Of course, it wasn't Shangguan Ren who caught the eye, but Gu Lanzhi beside her.

Who in the world doesn't know Mr. Lan——Gu Lanzhi's signature is a Tsing Yi with a guqin in his arms.

What's more, Gu Lanzhi's temperament is excellent, coupled with the Guqin in Tsing Yi, which is absolutely in line with the rumors, it is difficult not to attract attention.

I found a random restaurant and ordered some signature dishes.

Shangguan Ren and the others were sitting in the private room by the window on the second floor.Originally, Shangguan Ren planned to sit in the hall, but there were too many wolf-like eyes staring at Gu Lanzhi, and Shangguan Yan had no choice but to ask Xiaoer to lead the private room.

The so-called private room is just a room of less than ten square meters, in which these fake vases are placed, and the screen is painted with black bamboo.There is also a small series of poems inscribed on it.

The poetry caught Shangguan Ren's attention.

The small red bridge with goose teeth, the white house with low eaves.Everything in front of the bridge is like a new bamboo.

The skin is covered with brown brocade, and the sapphire is drawn out with dew.Yun Cui is like a meal, but Fen Shuang can't bear to touch it.

The sound of idle chant is endless, and the heart of playing is difficult.Take charge of wind and smoke, lightly bully all plants and trees.

Who can have a moonlit night and stay with me in the forest.Pour a cup for the king, and sing the bamboo branch song wildly.

The article is fresh and elegant, but it is a good article.

Gu Lanzhi also noticed the poems on the screen that Shangguan Ren was looking at.

With a shallow smile, he said: "This poem was written by Mr. Xianyue when he was 13 years old. It seemed to be a dinner party at that time, and the famous families asked to play a game of guessing poems out of interest. At that time, it was Mr. Xianyue's turn. I wrote this poem. The literati all felt that the poetic mood is leisurely, and this poem has been handed down."

(End of this chapter)