Most of the people in Zhiwei Building are side-eyed, and today is really earned!

Not only can I see Miss Su Shu so devoured in the world, listen to the long-rumored sound of Suqin, but also have a poet and painter chanting poems to help the fun!

I can't help but sigh, don't spend such a fortune in vain to look forward to it!

"That boy is here to make a fool of himself!"

Tuoba Fusu looked at Su Shu on the high platform, and after a little silence, he blurted out the words in his heart.

Slightly upright, slightly raised his neck, it seemed that in his eyes it was a very noble thing to recite poetry, looking at Su Shu and the people in the lobby, and then said: "Weixuan high-rise building fingers move tens of millions of feet, the lady strokes the qin, the empty court, the sound is up to the sky, the head respects the sky, since ancient times, the world is amazing, the golden boy and the jade girl know this life!"

After a little silence, Tuoba Fusu smiled slightly, and glanced at the shocked looks of countless people in the lobby, very satisfied.

In the eyes of the world, he must be like this, every move needs to attract the attention of others, and it is that supreme sense of awe!

This is his superiority as the son of the Eight Kings! It is also an untouchable authority for ordinary rich children.

"Hehehe......" Hao Jian, who was standing on the opposite side, sneered and sneered, and scolded secretly, this product will also praise a good-looking skin, and he didn't forget to smear gold on his face at the end.

"Good!"

At this time, I don't know who came back to his senses in the lobby first, jumping up and shouting, this is definitely a good opportunity for him to pat on the back, although he is a rough man and can't understand any poetry and songs, but he knows how to make people!

"The name of the poet and painting boy is really worthy of the name, such poetry should really share the beauty of Miss Su Shu with the sky, and also set the temperament of the poet and painter son with Qingyun!"

"Hey, hey, what a good word! It's not like some blind guys, and they still say that they shouldn't be in the situation, I really don't know what to do!"

Many people looked at Hao Jian, some with a sneer, and some with a little pity, really stealing chickens and rice, and paved a road to heaven for Tuoba Fusu.

"Giggle......" At this time, Su Shu, who stood up on the high platform, laughed lightly, and his voice with a slight charm made people fascinated and endlessly reverie, "Tuoba Gongzi is really powerful, and the little girl's piano sound is a little dim compared to it, right?"

"Miss Su Shu's words are humble, this son's words are tailor-made for Miss Su Shu, where is there a bleak and not bleak saying?"

Although the three kings have the intention of taking concubines for this Su Shu, how can they be afraid that they can have their own father's support behind them? If they really fight for strength, then the three kings may not be able to beat their father!

"Miss Su Shu should have her own opinions on her own songs, right? What kind of guy is this poetry and painting boy, he doesn't understand the bullshit he sings, I want to hear Miss Su Shu's real opinion!"

Hao Jian threw everyone's eyes aside and looked directly at Su Shu who was groaning, in his opinion, this Su Shu is definitely a rare talented woman, with that sad look, every time you look at it, you can see a different style!

"What are you talking about, stinky boy? What kind of thing are you who dare to say that the poetry and painting boy doesn't understand the bullshit? Don't you think that standing in the attic on the second floor is a noble person, right?"

"That's it, that's it, what kind of thing are you! You dare to talk about the poems of the poet and painter, I really don't know what to do. ”

The people around are all supporting Tuoba and Fusu, and they belittle Hao Jian to uselessness just to pretend to be thirteen in front of Miss Su Shu before he stepped on the second floor, as for why Su Shu talked to him, it just felt a little novel.

After all, that white hair is extremely rare, it looks like sixteen or seventeen years old at most, who would wear gray hair everywhere?

At this time, Tuoba Fusu's eyes were fluttering, and he also looked at Hao Jian, with a slight chill on his face, what he was most proud of was poetry and songs, and today he was said bullshit by an unknown guy!

"Hmph! Wait for this Zhiwei Lou Gongzi to let you know the fate of offending the prince's children, skin you and cramp, and feed Ben Gongzi's poetry dog!"

The inadvertent killing intent was exerted, but it was directly captured by Hao Jian, and he sneered, Hao Jian didn't care, if it was a martial artist on the other side, Hao Jian would definitely give a color, but in this case, Hao Jian didn't care.

It's like you're facing a group of teenagers right now, and you're in the prime of life, and they're scolding you like this, do you have to kill them directly?

It doesn't make much sense, he'll die ugly after a while anyway.

"Then since this son wants to listen to the little woman's opinion, then the little woman is really ugly......" Su Shusu's hand was slightly on the wooden fence, and the slight coolness spread throughout his body, retracting his gaze, and his mouth opened slightly.

"Fang Nian wanders, half a hundred die, the catastrophe does not die, life is meaningless and fleeting, just like the ground, the name falls to the immortal, there is nowhere to go in life, and the mortal body lasts forever, lonely to death......"

The apricot eyes showed a sad haze, Su Shu walked towards the high platform step by step, the mortal scene in front of her seemed to be abandoned by her at this moment, the loneliness and living people here seemed to be irrelevant to her, and the indifference to life and death was amazing......

Half a hundred die, and loneliness has no end.

A simple sentence seemed to reveal the thoughts of everyone present, everyone's cloudy eyes subconsciously looked at Su Shu, Tuoba Fusu muttered incessantly, and his gloomy brows were very depressed.

Su Shu took a deep look at Hao Jian, sighed lightly, and then slowly said: "Prosperous lord, noisy guests, lingering all over the city, originally a cultivator in the vast land, why wander in this humble circle, only pay for this life against Qingluan, drive the clouds, and rush to the clouds for 90,000 miles!"

Hao Jian was amazed, looking at Su Shu's high-spirited exposition of poetry, beautiful apricot eyes and eyebrows, white clothes and light yarn fluttering, light footsteps moving slowly.

casually covered the tulle in his hand over his face, and a complete hazy beauty swept over the scene.

"She's a woman with a story, and she's the kind of woman who is full of magic......" muttered, "And she definitely has a story, and the first fifteen years of ordinariness seem to be able to end today?!"

Savoring it carefully, the quiet and indifferent sentences can shake Hao Jian, causing deep resonance, and some spiritual power is woven into a net around it, enveloping Su Shu, Hao Jian desperately wants to find more similarities from her!

Hao Jian absolutely believed that this woman named Su Shu had this special charm that he wanted, and he wanted to know it right now.

He didn't want to sigh for a moment at the dead corpses piled up in a sea of blood.

That doesn't make any sense......

......

To be continued.