Qin Ruixi will never scruple or anything when he speaks, Jing Wushuang has gradually become accustomed to him praising her in front of people from time to time to defend her, only giving him a look, "nonsense", and his face has never turned red.

However, other people's feelings were different, and Rou Xue smiled at Jing Wushuang with some envy, "Grandma Qin is so blessed. She really felt that Jing Wushuang was blessed, who in this world was not planning everywhere, and only an idiot like Qin Ruixi would simply look at Jing Wushuang who was not outstanding in appearance and bearing.

Cheng Zhiheng felt that he might be enchanted, and after being put together by Qin Ruixi and Jing Wushuang, he not only felt annoyed, but always wondered if Jing Wushuang was attracting his attention in this way. When he was writing poems, he was actually looking at Jing Wushuang, wanting to see if she would give him any signals when others weren't paying attention. It's just that the signal didn't wait, but it made him see that the moment when Jing Wushuang's eyebrows flew and danced, it was so vivid and dazzling.

Jing Wushuang said goodbye to heavy makeup after her birth, although her facial features are not outstanding, but the foundation is good, and the delicate and fair skin is so tender and smooth in the sun, which makes people have a kind of impulse to touch. Even Rou Xue was a little disgraced standing beside her, not to mention ......, Qin Ruixi's "painting" argument before still left a little shadow in people's hearts, at least Cheng Zhiheng knew that Cheng Lianxin, who was praised as a fairy, was not so stunning when she got up in the morning, and Jing Shuangxue, who looked quite lovely, was even more unsightly when she got up in the morning. In a trance, he began to imagine what Jing Wushuang would be like when he woke up beside him. If the white face is dyed with the crimson of emotion/movement, what kind of moving scenery is it?

Sensing an urgent gaze, Jing Wushuang raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Zhiheng with some fascination, at this time Rouxue was beside her, thinking about Cheng Zhiheng's caution towards Rouxue in the cuckoo bushes, she mistakenly thought that Cheng Zhiheng was looking at Rouxue, and smiled generously at Rouxue, "I think that Rouxue girl is both talented and beautiful, and she will definitely be more blessed than me." "In her previous life, Rou Xue stayed in the Shy Flower Building until she was in her twenties. When Ji Junluo became the prince, he was taken to Cheng's mansion by a small sedan chair and became a member of Cheng Zhiheng's backyard concubines, and was quite favored by Cheng Zhiheng, and also gave birth to a son for Cheng Zhiheng.

Originally, Jing Wushuang thought that she was just an ordinary member of Cheng Zhiheng's concubine. I never thought that today, but I heard that she was inextricably linked with Xiliangguo, and it seemed that she was a fool. However, if such a character goes to Cheng Zhiheng's backyard, how long can he be okay in his previous life?

Jing Wushuang couldn't see the meaning of Cheng Zhiheng's eyes. Qin Ruixi can see it clearly, they are all men, even the trace of affection that flashed in Cheng Zhiheng's eyes in the end/Gu Yao He also saw it clearly, and the anger jumped up all of a sudden, stood up and blocked Cheng Zhiheng's sight, and walked slowly towards that side with his hands behind his back and the eighth master's steps.

At this time, five or six people have come up from the left and right water pavilions one after another, and now there is a poem that has passed through the hands of Ji Junyang and Mr. Wu and sent to Cheng Zhiheng. Cheng Zhiheng ignored what Qin Ruixi was going to do when he came to the table, read the poems in his hand intently, and nodded slightly at the end. "This poem is good, especially the last sentence has a far-reaching artistic conception."

He said yes, Qin Ruixi wanted to sing the opposite, "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the sound of the rain?" Where are the lotus flowers in this season, and it doesn't rain. Brother-in-law, how do you want to be there"

Cheng Zhiheng's smile immediately froze on his face, his hands holding rice paper showed faint green tendons, and it took a while to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "Brother-in-law doesn't know anything, you don't need to be rigid in writing poetry, and you can show your ability by being imaginative and unscrupulous." ”

Qin Ruixi touched his chin and looked at Mr. Wu and Ji Junyang innocently, "Didn't that person just say that he was painting with the scene in front of him. Could it be that an empty lake can think so much, it can't be a deception from last summer's poems? Then, Qin Ruixi grabbed the place where the money was dropped on the rice paper and screamed. Oh! I know, brother-in-law, you are using your power for personal gain, and Cheng Zhizhong is your relative, right? ”

Originally, Ji Junyang and Mr. Wu were also a little hesitant about the last sentence of this poem, but after seeing the payment, they both wanted to sell Cheng Zhiheng and Cheng Lianxin a face, and they never wanted to be publicized by Qin Ruixi, and the two of them were suddenly a little embarrassed. Cheng Zhiheng's face was even more red. His hands trembled a little, "Brother-in-law, if you don't understand poetry, don't disturb the judgment of poetry." ”

"Who says I don't know poetry?" Qin Ruixi snorted, and took out half of the poem written by Cheng Zhiheng from the table, "'When the remnants of the red are gone, they will be called the King of Flowers.'" What is the brother-in-law going to write in the last two sentences? ”

If Cheng Zhiheng came up with the last two sentences, he would not continue to leave them blank, and when he heard the words, he also learned from Qin Ruixi and snorted lightly, "I really can't think of how to put down the last two sentences to better line these two sentences, if the eldest prince of Qin is talented, please continue this poem." ”

"What's so hard about that!" For those years when the soul was wandering, Qin Ruixi didn't eat rice, he originally put down the pen, thought about it and threw the pen down, and beckoned to Ji Junluo next to him, "Junluo, you don't have a talent show, it's better to come and write a few words for them to see." The standard childish tone.

Ji Junluo rubbed his eyebrows, got up and walked over very obediently, Jing Wushuang also followed worriedly, and asked Ji Junluo in a low voice: "Ruixi is okay, right?" ”

"Don't worry, he has a good memory." Ji Junluo knew that Qin Ruixi had been hiding Jing Wushuang's illness from him, so he replied ambiguously. Jing Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, but then he began to worry that Ji Jun was too good, and Cheng Lianxin, who likes others to write a good hand, would be entangled because of this?

Then she found that she was too worried, Cheng Lianxin was still standing on the edge of the chessboard and was deeply fascinated, but the county lord of Danyang and the men and women who had entered the central water pavilion all came over.

"He boasted that there is no match in the world, and he is the first fragrance in the world." Qin Ruixi finished reading these two sentences very calmly, and smiled brightly at Han Yue, who put down the brush not far away: "Mr. Han, is this poem good?" ”

Han Yue was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Good poetry!" And took the peony that had just been painted and put it next to Ji Junluo, "Why don't Ruixi add a poem to this painting." ”

"The green is quiet and quiet, and the red clothes are light and deep. The heart of the flower is broken, and the spring color does not know the heart. Han Yue painted a bewitching red peony, and Qin Ruixi also used a poem praising the red peony. By the way, he looked at the different picture scrolls that he handed over to the central water pavilion one after another, and if he painted well, he would accompany a poem, and if he painted poorly, he would comment on two sentences at will.

At this time, the central water pavilion has become Qin Ruixi's home field, whether it is a poem or a random comment after careful thinking, Ji Junluo wrote it on the rice paper, and the ink on the table stamped a small seal on the word that did not reveal his identity. At this time, everyone was amazed by Qin Ruixi's unparalleled poetic talent, but they didn't know that many years later, today's inscription is rare.

(To be continued.) )

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