Lan Yiling looked at the brush and made trouble again, with a good memory, those ancient poems have a big basket of random picks, but the brush words that dare not compliment are ...... Lan Yiling moved his gaze to the side, and a smell of green bamboo and wine lingered on the tip of his nose, and it smelled indescribably good.

But will he still help?

With a little uncertainty, Lan Yiling carefully stretched out his paws dipped in grape juice and pulled Wei Chengfeng's white sleeves, leaving two lilac marks on it, "Big brother, help?" ”

Wei Chengfeng should have frowned and shook off this dirty claw, but for some reason, the soft and glutinous voice was like a drop of water, which disturbed the heart lake.

Lan Yiling saw that he didn't react for a while, thinking that he was unwilling, so he pouted and silently withdrew his claws.

At this moment, Wei Chengfeng suddenly took the pen and paper on Lan Yiling's seat, and his tone was still faint, "Say it"

。

Lan Yiling blinked, looking at Wei Chengfeng a little dazed, and his heart began to beat violently.

I secretly scolded myself in my heart for not being productive, but I just got closer, is it necessary to be so excited?

The latter saw her expression, a little helpless, stretched out a delicate jade hand and flicked her forehead, even he didn't notice that this behavior was a little intimate.

Lan Yiling felt an electric current rushing through his forehead, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Huh? Oh, that ......"

A woman scratches her ears and cheeks, and her brain is in a short circuit.

Wei Chengfeng seemed to be particularly patient, and said softly: "No hurry"

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Just two words magically calmed down Lan Yiling, and his thoughts gradually returned to his brain, clearing his throat, "Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Nunnery; The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms to buy wine; Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it; I don't see the tomb of Wuling Haojie, and there are no flowers and no wine hoes to make fields. ”

Brother Tang, let me carry forward your poems!

A poem jumped on the paper, Wei Chengfeng put down the pen, and couldn't help but look at Lan Yiling with appreciation, but saw that she was staring intently at the words she wrote, nodding for a while and frowning for a while, with a very rich expression.

Wei Chengfeng inadvertently raised his eyebrows and asked, "Not satisfied?" Then tear it up. ”

Lan Yiling immediately snatched back the piece of paper, and grabbed it in his hand with the bare hand because he was too eager.

The object in her hand did not have a trace of temperature, it was as cold and piercing as white jade, and she couldn't help but let go.

It wasn't until later that Lan Yiling understood that it was not his hands that were cold, but his heart.

Wei Chengfeng held her hand at the moment she let go, and the eyes of the two met in the air, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

However, in the next second, Wei Chengfeng let go of his hand and continued to drink as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened.

Only he knew that the temperature of that palm was so memorable.

At this time, Lan Yiling found out that only he didn't have pen, ink, paper and inkstone on his seat, could it be that he was just playing soy sauce?

As soon as this idea came out, it was rejected, and the image theory and temperament did not match these three words.

(Actually, people are here to make soy sauce.)

Just when Lan Yiling was distracted, Mei Niang came over in a charming manner, deliberately kept a distance, and stretched out her slender hand to pick up her "masterpiece" like a twisted rag

, prepared a large number of mocking words in his mouth, and asked with a look of disbelief: "This, is this what you wrote?" ”

Lan Yiling frankly denied it, "Of course it's not ......"

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"Hmph, I know, how can you kid make such a good work?"

Mei Niang didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and immediately excused.

Lan Yiling coughed dryly to hide that little bit of weakness, and said without blushing or panting: "The words are indeed not written by me, but the poems were written by me, if you don't believe it, you can ask him." ”

He gestured to someone next to him.

Mei Niang's face changed a few times, and her attitude immediately changed, "Please also ask the little boy to write his name." ”

The difference between before and after is so big, Lan Yiling naturally doesn't believe that she is her "talent"

I was convinced, presumably because of the beautiful man next to him, there must be a lot of money, oops, that is the ancient version of the rich and handsome!

If you can hook up, the small days in the future will be moisturized.

"Childe?"

Two words interrupted a certain woman's YY, and the rippling expression made the corners of Mei Niang's eyes twitch, I really can't figure out how the master could help this guy.

"Sister, help me write it down?"

“……”

A certain woman was completely disgusted.

≥_≤ "My name is Lan Yiling. ”

A mouthful of white teeth is exposed.

“……”