princess from the underworld

Chapter 119 text 124
In the previous life, although I was not drunk with a thousand cups, if I was drunk, I would not be able to wake up with a thousand cups of sober medicine, and the quality of the wine was very poor, so Zi Yan used to use some internal force to suppress drinking in the past to avoid getting drunk.But today, faced with Zui Qingli's high-alcohol-level wine, she refused to spoil it anyway, so she just drank it like this, but she didn't know whether Zui Qingli was like ordinary high-strength wine, and whether its stamina was strong or not. What ordinary people can control is like Ziyan who has drunk three cups in a row, and she has already started to get confused.

"Haha! The moonlight is so beautiful today!" Ziyan yelled suddenly with a blushing face, which startled Xiao Yifeng. Seeing Ziyan's naughty childish face, she laughed, presumably there is no one in this world Have you ever seen such a lovely purple face?

cute?Xiao Yifeng was taken aback, how could he think of this word?

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ziyan.

"Let's chant poetry, shall we!" Zi Yan jumped onto the stone table, pointed at the moon with one hand, shook her head and read out:

"When will the blue sky and the moon come? I will stop drinking today and ask:

People can't get to the bright moon, but the moon travels with people?
As bright as a flying mirror facing Dan Que, the green smoke is exhausted and the clear hair shines?
But seeing the night come from the sea, Ning knows if Xiang Yunjian is there?
The white rabbit smashes medicine for autumn and spring, who is Chang'e lonely next to?
Today people do not see the ancient times and the moon, this month once looked like the ancients.

The ancients and the modern people see the bright moon as the same.

I only wish that when the song meets the wine, the moonlight will always shine in the golden cup. "

I have always heard that Ziyan Fairy's poems are the swan song in the world. When I heard them today, Xiao Yifeng had to admire his ability to speak well. The artistic conception of his poems is elegant and romantic. Naturally, full of intricate beauty, Xiao Yifeng still feels that Ziyan is not like a woman in the world, with her talent, appearance, and heart, how many men in the world can match her?

After a while, Zi Yan jumped off the table again, giggling, "Do you want me to sing a song for you?" Xiao Yifeng was confused by that delicate expression, he stroked her hair, and said lovingly: "Okay. "

Zi Yan jumped up happily, threw out Zi Ling, and tied up the lyre from the house.

(End of this chapter)