Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 88

This mortal also includes him, because he saw that his eyes drifted past him without stopping for a moment, as if he had seen a green leaf and a breeze.

Jun Rongzhen pursed her lips to recover, and glanced at Jun Rongjue coldly.Over the years, his indifference has gotten better, but Mu Qingli made him smile, that kind of clean smile that he only had before.

Jun Wugong glanced at the two of them indifferently, and then slowly said with a smile to himself: "Little Li'er has been very leisurely since the beginning, I don't know what topic she is good at, I think I must be very sure, this time The reputation of being the number one talented woman seems to be mysterious."

As soon as he said this, everyone couldn't help but look at the woman by the river. After watching it carefully, they slowly became amazed. Stunning, it seems that she should appreciate it slowly in this way. Not only will she not get bored after watching it for a long time, but it will become more interesting.

Envy slowly appeared in the eyes of many people, and they looked at Jun Rongjue.Marrying such a beauty, she is still young, and I am afraid that she will be even more stunning when she grows up. The prince is also blessed.

Jun Rongsheng's amber-like pupils swirled between her and the lake water behind her, and her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, falling down to cover the flashing depth.This depth is like the deep color of gemstones, which touches the sense of evil in people's hearts.

Jun Rongzhen raised his lips and smiled, and jokingly said indifferently: "With her talent? She has a good understanding of swordsmanship, but I haven't heard that she likes poetry and books. She used to learn and teach in school, and she didn't see swordsmanship in the afternoon. trace."

Jun Rongjue's eyes fluctuated.Sleeping in the school, missing the fencing class in the afternoon?His eyebrows stretched, "Hey!", and he laughed out loud.

She won't be here in the afternoon, isn't she just going to the back mountain to be with him.

His laugh made everyone present silence, and they all looked at him with puzzled and surprised expressions.Did he just laugh out loud?

Jun Rongzhen was also taken aback, and asked him with a frown: "Does His Highness have any objection to what I just said?" Although listening to his words did not sound like sarcasm, his laughter was really incomprehensible.Speaking ill of Mu Qingli, he laughed instead?
There was still a smile in Jun Rongjue's eyes, he glanced at him lightly and shook his head, then closed his eyes.

But Jun Rongzhen was stunned by a smiling look, and his brows frowned even tighter.

At the deviating corner, Jun Ronglin was dressed in a purple robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and uncommon, even better than Jun Rongzhen, but he lacked Jun Rongzhen's natural arrogance.His eyes turned to Jun Rongjue, Jun Rongzhen and Jun Rongsheng, his eyes flashed with irritability and anger.

In the past, he didn't bother to care about the scramble between princes and lords. He secretly fought to the death, and even spoke with hidden knives.Every time I see them, I stay out of the matter, watch them coldly, and even ridicule them for being boring from the bottom of my heart.But today he was tired of hearing them talking about Mu Qingli from time to time.It's always okay to talk about what does that nympho woman do?Just because she still wants to be the number one talented woman?Unless the sun comes out in the west.

However, to be angry is to be angry at yourself because of that nymphomaniac, what is this?
During the Hundred Flowers Feast, two-thirds of the incense had been burned. At this time, there was a little wind, and the ash pillar that had been burnt on the incense was also blown down, and it shattered on the sandalwood table. , Because of the wind blowing, it burns faster.

Several noble ladies have already handed in the rice paper, and handing in first and then handing in is also one of the wins. They are satisfied with what they have, so they handed in naturally.

Yan Hanyan looked at the noble ladies with a smile, put their titles together with the rice paper for the poems, and nodded slowly and appreciatively to a noble lady from time to time, and the noble lady immediately smiled with joy in her eyes.

"Miss, the ink has been polished." Nuan Qiu said slowly, like a nightingale's first cry.

Mu Qingli's half-closed eyes slowly opened, stretched out his hand, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.When he woke up, he was a little dazed, especially cute, with a lazy and flexible figure, and a sweet smile.It was amazing at a glance, and the hearts of the men in the attic not far away were touched.

Jun Rongzhen glanced at Jun Rongjue with a half-smile, it was too casual for a woman to behave like this outside, especially the woman was still a princess.

Jun Rongjue couldn't help but smile at this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly.She felt bored, so she unabashedly revealed the joy of liberation.

By the side of the clear water pool, Mu Qingli sat upright, slowly dipping the well-polished jet-black ink on the wolf hair brush, holding up the sleeve of the hand holding the brush with one hand, the skillful movement of jade fingers holding the brush was seen by Nuan Qiu and the others Surprise flashed in his eyes, the action of writing is really perfect.

Han Chun pressed the rice paper for her with an inkstone, and smoothed it completely with a stroke of his hand.

Mu Qingli smiled, and wrote three words on the white rice paper with a brush: Ailian said.

Eileen said?
Han Chun, Nuan Qiu and Jun Feiyu who were watching from the sidelines all had a trace of doubt in their eyes, isn't it the flower of the four seasons?Why are there only summer lotus left?However, this is a question, and their eyes could not help but be attracted by these three words.This word is not any kind of brush writing they are familiar with. It is graceful and slightly scribbled, unruly but implicitly free and easy, with a romantic charm of its own.good word!What a good word!I don't know what system of words this is.

Seeing the three of them watching intently, a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Qingli's mouth, and he continued to write without paying attention.

The flowers of plants and trees on land and water are very lovely.Xia Guoyiyang only loves chrysanthemums, and in ancient times there was an Empress Xiao who loved plums very much.Come to Lanlou, everyone loves peonies.I love the lotus as it emerges from the mud but is not stained, it is clean but not demonic, it is straight in the middle and the outside is straight, it does not spread or branch, its fragrance is far away and clear, and it is planted quietly in a pavilion, which can be seen from a distance but not played with.I call peony, the rich and noble flower; lotus, the gentleman of flower; chrysanthemum, the reclusive flower; plum, the pure guest of flower.

Until the last stroke was made, Mu Qingli took a light breath, then wrote his name on the signature, and put down the Langhao pen.

An article about Ai Lian that circulated in the world at the beginning, which was slightly changed by her, was revealed again in this era of overhead.Ailian said that any kind of flower is not only a compliment, but also a metaphor, and every word and sentence contains deep philosophy.

(End of this chapter)