In the dark of night, the white moonlight cast a mottled shadow on a table in the hall through the window of the hall, and Yang Huaiping wrote a poem "Hairpin Phoenix" on a yellowed rice paper on the table in the hall.

After Yang Huaiping finished writing, he put the brush aside, and he looked at a poem on the table where the ink had not yet dried, and his expression had an indescribable melancholy.

At this time, the door of the hall was pushed open with a creak, Shen Qinglian carried a bottle of burning knives, and two large porcelain bowls walked in.

Shen Qinglian put the burning knife and the big porcelain bowl on the table, she looked at Yang Yuzheng with a stunned face holding a piece of rice paper staring at the table in the hall and was stunned, Shen Qinglian picked up the rice paper on the table with a soft slender jade hand, opened her lips and read it out.

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring palace wall willows. The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a cup of sorrow, a few years away from the ......"

After reading it, Shen Qinglian looked at Yang Huaiping in disbelief and said, "You can also write poems?"

Yang Huai lit a cigarette and took a deep puff and said: "This should be the first word, I don't know why this word suddenly appeared in my mind, and then I wrote it down with the rice paper on the table!"

"Don't laugh at me, I didn't study well when I was in school, and I didn't go to school after a few years, so I don't know this is the first word!" Shen Qinglian said with some embarrassment.

Yang Huaiping looked at the white moonlight outside the window and the beautiful woman in the house, and he couldn't help but say to Shen Qinglian with interest: "You stand by the windowsill, I will draw your appearance next to this poem, and after I draw it for you, you will hang it in the house." ”

Shen Qinglian walked to the windowsill with a light step, she looked at Yang Huaiping with a solicitative gaze and said, "Do I want to make a pose?"

Yang Huaiping thought for a moment and spoke, "You can put your arms on the windowsill, and your whole body will half lean on the windowsill and smile slightly." ”

Shen Qinglian cooperated and posed, * lifted the brush on the table and began to paint Shen Qinglian, he glanced at Shen Qinglian and was confident, just a few strokes to outline her outline.

When the cigarette in Yang Huaiping's hand was about to burn out, he drew Shen Qinglian's appearance on the paper.

After Yang Huaiping finished painting this painting, he looked at Shen Qinglian's portrait several times, and felt that this painting had more charm in it, and suddenly Yang Huaiping looked at this portrait and Shen Qinglian was like two people, he thought to himself, is this an illusion!

"Huaiping, have you finished drawing it, my arm is a little sore?" Shen Qinglian said angrily.

Hearing Shen Qinglian's words, Yang Huaiping came back to his senses, and he was embarrassed to say: "I've finished painting, come and take a look!"

Shen Qinglian moved a little sore, and walked to Yang Huaiping's side, she saw the portrait on the table and said incredulously: "Huaiping, you painted me so beautifully, I can't believe that you painted me!"

Yang Huaiping said with a look of recognition: "What's so beautiful about painting, I think your appearance is much better than painting!"

Shen Qinglian walked to the bronze mirror in the hall and took a photo: "Huaiping heard you say this, my heart is sweeter than eating honey!"

Yang Huaiping didn't speak, but picked up the bottle of sixty-degree burning knife on the table with a playful face, he thought to himself that Shen Qinglian came to the room with wine tonight, it seems that she wants to plot against me!

Through the white and soft moonlight shining on the table in the room, Yang Huaiping poured two small half bowls of the spirits in the bottle, and a bottle of burning knife was almost at the bottom, he picked up the big porcelain bowl and took a sip and couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

Yang Huaiping only took a small sip, and he felt a fire burning in his chest and abdomen, and the strong aroma of wine began to spread inadvertently.

Shen Qinglian took the painting that Yang Huaiping made for him and looked at it for a long time, before she hung the portrait on the wall at the head of the bed in the hall and paced towards Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping's face turned red after just a small sip, Shen Qinglian looked at his appearance, the corners of her mouth rose and couldn't help but show a smug smile, she thought to herself that Jiang was really still old and spicy, and the attention given by her father made Huaiping's method of doing things after getting drunk really not bad.

Shen Qinglian smiled at Yang Huaiping and said, "That Huaiping, it's so boring to drink alone, why don't I accompany you to drink two glasses!"

"I'll tell you in advance, I'm not drunk, if you get drunk and I'm taking advantage of you, then don't blame me. Yang Huaiping rarely teased.

Shen Qinglian saw that there was a play tonight, she couldn't help laughing and said: "We have slept in one bed and one quilt for so long, even if I took the initiative to hug you yesterday, in that case, you can wake up at a critical time, so I am still more at ease with you, besides, we are both people who are about to get married, even if we have the same room, it doesn't matter, it is a matter of time!"

* After picking up the bowl and taking a big sip of the burning knife, he handed the other bowl on the table to Shen Qinglian and said, "If you can get drunk with me today, then I will honestly obey you and be at your mercy, but if you get drunk today, then everything will be out of your control!"

Shen Qinglian took the wine handed over by Yang Huaiping and said with a smile: "Then you will definitely not be able to escape my clutches tonight!"

After drinking the burning knife, Yang Huaiping felt that the blood flow speed in his body had increased a lot, and he couldn't help but glance at the two snow-white balls that Shen Qinglian had tightened his clothes.

Just by looking at this, Yang Huaiping couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and under the stimulation of alcohol, the defense line in his heart was gradually collapsing.

After Shen Qinglian felt Yang Huaiping's hot gaze, her face turned red, and Shen Qinglian said softly: "Huaiping, you don't want to ......."

Yang Huaiping picked up the big porcelain bowl on the table and said: "Qinglian, don't get drunk tonight, as the saying goes, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, you can rest assured, I promise that you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!"

Shen Qinglian took a sip of Yang Huaiping and said, "I thought you didn't eat fireworks in the world! I didn't expect you to be so bad, I am still perfect, you should be gentle then!"

Looking at Shen Qinglian's blushing face, Yang Huaiping picked up the big porcelain bowl on the table and drank it all, he walked to Shen Qinglian A princess hugged her and walked to the bed in the hall, Yang Huaiping covered the two with a quilt and turned off the light in the room casually, he untied Shen Qinglian's chest and threw out the quilt, and then a piece of clothing flew out of the quilt, and the bed in the room began to squeak......