Snake King begging Ji

Chapter 151 Lantern Festival (6)

There were no lamps in the painting boat, and a dozen or so thick candles were lit on the gilded lotus base candlestick by the window. The cool night wind passed through the window screen, blowing the amber-sized lights into tiny spots. , light or dark...

Leaning in Yushe's arms, Panpan took a deep breath of the cool night breeze, closed his eyes and muttered to himself: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it?"

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.Not to mention Liandong and Qing'er and other maidservants, even Ye Qing and Yushe, two thousand-year-old elves, were so frightened by her sudden talent that they almost fainted.

Yushe held back her laughter, patted Panpan on the forehead, and said teasingly: "I can't see that my little lady is still a talented woman! Hey, what other poems can you write? Why don't you surprise us again? Let's go!"

Panpan suddenly felt a slip of the tongue. After much deliberation, it would be better if such a shocking poem rarely appeared in such an inappropriate dynasty. After holding back for a long time, I was embarrassed to insist that I wrote it myself, so I said in a low voice: "I didn't write this poem, it was written by a friend of mine, hehehehe."

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of fireworks going off.Looking through the bamboo curtain of the painting boat, the light and shadow on the water surface of the West Lake are inseparable, and fireworks are splashed from the flower building on the other side of the bank.

Panpan is really healed. The scars have forgotten the pain, and the loss of the fireworks that I ate before has also passed away. I couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! It's so beautiful!"

Yushe wrapped her arms around her waist with a smile, pressed against her ear and blew lightly: "No matter how beautiful your eyes are, they twinkle and twinkle, look, the sky full of fireworks falls on here Already!"

The two rubbed their ears together, and the other people in the painting boat turned their heads uncomfortably. Only on the other painting boat a few meters away from this boat, someone coldly rolled down the bamboo curtain and squeezed the silk in his hand tightly. Towel, sitting with anger.

In the wing room, the eldest lady Zhang Qianru followed her daughter's gaze, stretched out her hand to lightly lift the bamboo curtain, and stared at the Ninth Prince and his party not far away.

Her brows and eyes were filled with a cold smile, she asked Tian Yaoyao in a low voice: "Since you want to fight, mother has a way, you can do it."

(End of this chapter)