What kind of man can be sought after by the literati. In gentle words, it is a romantic man.

That's right, in Dayong, there are two kinds of men who will be sought after, one is the one who is merciful everywhere, has been in the midst of thousands of flowers, and does not stick to the leaves. Or, it's Yuan Hui, a couple for a lifetime.

However, for a woman, it is obviously better to have a couple for a lifetime than the kind of flirting with girls everywhere.

The whole process was pretending, and Rong Bai silently retreated to the chair in the private room and sat down. The little princess was very strange about Rong Bai's movements, and leaned over to her: "Brother Rong, why don't you like him, I listened to what he said." ”

Rong Bai pursed his lips.

That ink dye, the action and the words don't match at all. said that he liked the woman in the painting, but when the man touched the shoulder of the ink, he subconsciously snuggled in someone's arms.

If it weren't for the critical moment, the action stopped. Rong Bai also felt that the man could nest in the man's arms.

A man who is more than 1.75 meters can smoothly nest into the arms of a man who is about 1.7 meters, if you want to say that this ink dye has not been practiced, Rong Bai is the first to believe it.

However, Rong Bai had just given up watching the play, and a young man came out of the private room on the second floor opposite, holding a big dan in his hand, walked to Mo Ran's side, stretched out his hand, and draped the big dan on Mo Dye's body.

"Eldest son, you are not in good health, and you refuse to wear more clothes."

Rong Bai didn't see this scene, if he did, he could see that the big piece was exactly what Wen Wan gave to Hengqing at the beginning. And the young man holding the big hat is the Qizhong she has been looking for.

The young man in white said goodbye to everyone very politely before following the young man upstairs.

And the six princes sitting downstairs looked at this person with inquiring eyes. Where can the gaze of the six princes be as vicious as Rong Bai, it is impossible to judge people's movements by the direction of their musculoskeletal movements.

What made him explore was the black fur coat.

This person named Mo Ran is very young, and his body is very thin, of course, in the eyes of the literati, he is the best figure, and it is more standard than the figure of taking Wushisan. Therefore, it is very possible that you are not in good health.

However, the price of that body is really expensive.

This kind of big fuse, the six princes also have one. Last year, I don't know what happened, the Changping River basin, which originally produced the highest amount of fur, paid more than half of the amount of fur paid last year.

The six princes were dressed in a big body, which he bought with his own money. That's right, a big body is worth 10,000 gold. Buy one less point.

And this man, judging by his attitude towards the fur, knew that the fur was nothing before his eyes. Therefore, this kind of person is worth wooing.

This fur was really nothing in the eyes of Mo Ran, because, the moment he stepped into the private room, Qi Zhong pulled the fur off his shoulder.

"It's so tiring, it's more tiring than dealing with ten guests!" As soon as Mo Dye entered the house, he didn't care that the fur on his shoulder was stripped off. He sat on his ass in his chair and collapsed instantly.

"Sit like a clock." On the other side of the table, the man with his back to him sits in a wheelchair, tapping on the handle of the wheelchair with one hand and supporting his chin with the other.

The cold voice came, and the ink stained that shrank for a while, obediently gave up the most comfortable position, and sat straight in the chair.

"Do you know why I asked him to go down and bring you up?" The man's voice was cold and angry.

"How do I know?" Ink Dye replied angrily.

"What do you think about when you're being hugged by a man?" The man continued, but his gaze remained on the hall below.

The young man who was holding the ink just now is sitting next to the young man in blue.

Hearing the man's words, Ink Dye's movements froze. How could it be, how could it be seen! Even the man who hugged him didn't notice this at all, so how could this person know.

"Who are you?" Without an answer from the ink, the man threw out another question.

"Dan, ink dyeing."

"Remember, you're ink-dyed, not danqing." The man's voice was cold but majestic, so that Mo Ran couldn't help but want to be convinced. "If you can't do it, you should go back to the East Fence Pavilion and be your Danqing."

Mo Ran gritted his teeth, and his mind was full of rejection. That's right, he didn't want to go back to the East Fence Pavilion to be Danqing. No one wants to go back to that kind of life, especially to enjoy the ink staining of the present life.

"Okay, then, there's nothing left for you. Tomorrow, if anyone looks for you, you will go out with him. After the man said this, he continued to look down, looking down.

What do literati gatherings do? Playing the piano and painting, chanting poems, and these, Rong Bai is not interested in any of them. Therefore, when he got to the back, Rong Bai couldn't help but doze off.

"Brother Rong, I decided, I want to tell Sister Ayu that there is such a person who likes her since she was a child!" The little princess was still excited.

Thirteen or fourteen years old is the age of the girl's Huaichun, and the little princess will be the age of Ji Lu next year, and then she will have to look at others.

The little princess doesn't care if Rong Bai's bones are not good or her waist is bad, anyway, if there is a person who dreams of herself, and has never married a wife for herself since she was a child, then the little princess can't miss it.

The groggy Rong Bai didn't hear what the little princess said at all, yawned, and answered in a daze.

It wasn't until the early days of the lanterns that the literati in the painting boat turned the literary activity into an entertainment activity that Rong Bai raised a little bit of spirit.

Because, the singing from the hall is very good. The word art has no sense of existence in Rong Bai's mind, but she has still been exposed to some songs.

in the army, on the battlefield, and even, there are those taught to her by Chang Ruicheng. The female voice from downstairs is the kind of song that combines words into a tune.

Rong Bai couldn't hear what the song felt, but he could hear the sadness in the song. It's like sitting on the battlefield at the end of the battle, looking at the blood-red sky.

"Good! This one of the hundred ghosts, the girl of the moon really sang the essence of the gods. Rong Bai didn't know when, sitting by the window, looking at the woman standing in the crowd.

Somehow, Rong Bai felt that this woman was very dangerous.

On the other side, in the private room on the second floor, Hengqing and Mo Ran were also sitting by the window.

"Look at the woman." Hengqing suddenly spoke, looking at the singer standing in the center.

Mo Ran glanced at the singer, who was good-looking, but her appearance lost half of him. glanced at the singer with disdain, and Mo Dye didn't look at her: "It's just a singer, I sing better than her." ”

Hengqing turned his head and glanced at the ink dye. I don't know when the man in front of him has a lot of arrogance, and his gaze really doesn't have the previous profligate and charming.

Seeing such an ink stain, Hengqing actually pulled out a smile.