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Push open the middle room, there is a fluttering and hazy curtain hanging in the middle, a small square couch in the middle, a couch in the middle, behind the curtain is a sleeping couch, and on the other side is a dressing table with carved yellow rosewood.

Everywhere exquisite, unconventional.

Jingmo smiled: "Fang Cai and Qi Yan took care of this room, and the girl is satisfied?" ”

Yang Yu smiled and said, "Extremely satisfied, extremely happy!" She smiled and turned around, and said in a loud voice: "Jingmo, you can see that your girl has won the name of Qin Xian and has won the love of Wang's Langjun." She smiled and laughed, choked slightly in her throat, her eyes were red, and she murmured: "As a girl, I relied on my hands to earn a piece of peace!" ”

She was overjoyed, and she shook off the clogs beneath her feet and pushed open the small window.

The backyard is full of white lotus ponds, clear ripples but not demons, and there is a light rain outside, hitting the lotus leaves and the water surface, clear and happy, jumping.

Jingmo silently stood aside and looked at Yang Yu, who was so happy and forgetful, secretly distressed in her heart, the girl was clearly so happy, how long had she not seen the girl so wanton?

She couldn't remember.

Yang Yu turned around suddenly, looked at Jingmo and said, "Jingmo, I'm going to hold a banquet." Her small and white beautiful feet stepped on the floor, and she snapped her fingers and said: "Invite Mrs. Kong, please second brother, please Jingzhi, please Fan Gong, please Xu Gong, please Ah Rong, please A Tong, please General Pei." Yang Yu stepped forward happily, grabbed Jingmo's hands, his eyes were full of excitement, and said with a smile: "And your Tanlang." He smiled urgently, with a natural charm in the corners of his eyes.

Jingmo nodded slightly and said, "Girl, it's okay." ”

Yang Yu smiled, walked to the small couch barefoot, lifted the pen, and wrote the invitation in one go: tidbits, full of smoke and waves. The wind is clear and the moon is clear, and the stars are faint. Why rejoice? Only guests. Three days later, in the north of Huaishui, the wind and moon are getting thicker, and the string song is falling.

Yang Yu wrote twenty or thirty notes slowly, seriously.

It was getting late, and the candle was lit by the still ink. The food delivered by Qi Yan was not touched.

A clear and elegant figure, dressed in plain white clothes, stepped into the inner room, Jingmo and Qi Yan were slightly stunned, and the next moment, the man put his well-proportioned and slender index finger between his lips.

The second daughter smiled slightly, exited the door, and closed the door.

Yang Yu didn't raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Why do you hide the door?" ”

The man approached her with graceful and soothing steps, casting an elegant misty shadow on the bookcase.

Yang Yu was slightly stunned, raised his eyes, and in those radiant eyes, a figure of Zhilan Yushu shone in.

Yang Yu muttered a little dissatisfied: "Lang Jun climbed the wall again? ”

Wang Jingzhi raised the corners of his lips slightly, sat opposite Yang Yu, those deep and clear eyes Yang Yu's beautiful face, two rows of white teeth appeared between his lips, and said slowly: "Why do you need to climb the wall?" The Yang family's servants opened the door and brought me in. ”

Yang Yu was shocked, felt incredible, and said hatefully: "Lang Jun is a good method, Ah Yu can find it before he tells it." ”

Wang Jingzhi picked up the note on the bookcase, glanced at it casually, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are so happy?" ”

"Yes. Yang Yu nodded with great certainty: "Extremely happy, you have to be drunk to let go!" ”

Wang Jingzhi smiled lowly and said, "Can I bring my brother and sister?" ”

"Naturally! Yang Yu pondered slightly for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I am the master of the Yang Mansion, if you are someone who claims to be noble, Lang Jun should not invite me." ”

Wang Jingzhi nodded slightly and said, "I have to listen to the master." From the pair of clear and arrogant eyes, Wang Jingzhi saw the joy of satisfaction, and he smiled: "The words are good words, but the pen power is not enough." He shook his head slightly.

As he spoke, he picked up the pen by himself, lifted his sleeves, and put down the pen, everywhere.

Yang Yu looked at Wang Jingzhi's handsome face blankly, and said slowly: "The years have passed, and the green shirt is long." The love is in the veins, and the breeze is blowing. Lang Jun is on the side, singing in a hurry. Qin Xiao is long and long, looking back on the rest of his life. The old felt is a dream, and it is a long companion. ”

When the words fell, Wang Jingzhi's hand trembled slightly, and a piece of ink was filled.

Yang Yu woke up, the roots of her ears were slightly red, stretched out her little hand, and quickly replaced the badly written note with a new one. His eyes drooped slightly, and a strand of fine hair hung down in front of his eyes, but he couldn't hide the panic in his eyes.

Wang Jingzhi's jade face was slightly red, and his left hand unconsciously stroked the silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

Yang Yu lifted his wide sleeves, picked up the ink block, and grinded it finely.

The faint candle flame reflected the red-dyed side face, Wang Jingzhi's lips trembled slightly, for a long time, for a long time, and he sighed and said: "You girl, let me not dare to love a little less." ”

Born in a high-ranking family, he is as valuable as him, and he doesn't dare to love Yang Yu a little.

Yang Yu's cheeks were even redder, and he said in a low voice: "As low as Ah Yu, why don't Lang Jun dare?" She pulled the tail note long, soft and nasal with a girl's unique nasal voice.

Wang Jingzhi stretched out his left hand, held Yang Yu's cheek, and stared at her tightly.

His eyes were slightly closed, and a gentle kiss landed between those soft lips.

Yang Yu was slightly stunned, Wang Jingzhi withdrew his hand and continued to write under the candle, Yang Yu turned his eyes to look, only to see the young man under the lamp, his cheeks flew red, and his lips slightly raised a proud arc.

Outside the window, the moonlight is thick.

The distant light clouds could not hide the bright fluorescence, and the silver-white brilliance sprinkled all over the earth.

The treetops, eaves, and passers-by were shrouded in it.

In Jinling in July, smoke and waves shrouded both sides of the Huaishui.

Wu Nong's soft words came from afar, and the singing voice was long, kneading people's hearts.

In the Yangu Mountain outside the city of Jinling, the breeze blows through the bamboo forest, and the green bamboo that rises from the ground sways and makes a long rhythmic sound. With the sound of this bamboo leaf, the sound of the lyre sounds, and the sound of the piano is like the wind under the forest, long and far-reaching. The bamboo forests are full of mountains, and they are dumped in the direction of the wind. A clear and elegant bamboo fragrance seems to penetrate into the nose, making people suddenly realize that this is not outside, it is still in the world!

"Hey! This wine is clearly mine, how did you steal the wine? "A scholar of five short statures, wearing a linen robe with hair at the cuffs of the shirt, at a glance knew that it was an old garment that had been worn for a long time. This man has a rough and ugly appearance, with a relaxed smile on his face, but it makes people feel heroic.

The scholar who was teased by this person was called Shanyuan, more than 30 years old, dressed in a plain white robe, with a long beard and beautiful hair, seven feet tall, he clicked his mouth, like an aftertaste of fine wine, and replied after a long time: "I am not greedy for your wine, I am really afraid that you will get drunk to death!" ”

When the ugly-looking scholar heard this, he sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, and said, "If I die here drunk, you will bury me directly, and you will not be able to get drunk for a long time in this life, and will you not be happy?" "You don't need to look closely, this madman is not wearing trousers, his smooth legs are exposed, and the **** between his legs is faintly visible.

What's even more strange is that although everyone saw this scene, it seemed to be an ordinary thing, and they were not surprised in the slightest.

On the other side, the middle-aged scholar was originally playing the piano, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he laughed and said: "If Liu Lun dies here drunk, he is indeed a great luck in life!" ”

Several other scholars laughed loudly, and laughter resounded through the mountains and forests.

At this moment, a young man walked in slowly from outside the forest, he was dressed in a pale brocade robe of the three solos, and his appearance was handsome.

The scholar who had just played the piano raised his lips slightly and smiled, and said to the scholar beside him: "The vulgar thing has come back to disappoint people!" (To be continued.) )