Murong Jiu and Lao Ba had a sense of seeing each other late, but Dongfang Yi didn't look good on his face......

"I didn't expect the third sister-in-law to like the old naughty boy too! But also, if it weren't for that, how could a person be portrayed so vividly. Lao Ba grabbed Murong Jiu's arm with an excited face, how could he still be a little gentle.

Seeing that the eighth child was so excited that he grabbed her hand, although he was surprised, he didn't take it to heart. On the other hand, the heart is a little empty, it is not her masterpiece! But he still smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, and just as he wanted to say something, Dongfang Yi had already slapped away Lao Ba's hand first, his face was blacker than the bottom of the pot, and his eyes were so cold that he didn't seem to be looking at a living thing.

The eighth who was excited and looked at the shape, full of enthusiasm was about to reach the bottom, swallowed the saliva that had become cold in his mouth, and hid his hand behind him, he was sure that the third brother had the heart to cut off his hand at this moment.

"Uh...... Heh, hehe...... That, third brother, in fact, ......" The eighth thought about jumping to the topic, but his heart trembled so much that he couldn't turn his brain.

“…… cough, inner one, third brother, Lao Yan married a wife, it's normal that he didn't come, why didn't Lao Yan come, and he didn't arrive at the banquet yesterday? "It's still Lao Qi's brain that turns fast, and he jumps out to rescue his partner quite reliably at the critical moment.

Dongfang Yi was silent, but his cold face softened slightly.

"......" Murong Jiu shut up quite obediently, she was not stupid, of course she knew what Dongfang Yi was angry about.

didn't show it on his face, he could only mourn for the eighth child in his heart. If she dared to speak for him at this time, she absolutely believed that the end of the eighth child would be even worse.

For such a domineering Oriental Mingyi...... She loves it!

"Hehe, yes, why didn't Lao Yan come, isn't that guy the most fungible." The eighth regrets dying, and there is no one in this capital who can understand his feelings of liking the old naughty boy, and suddenly found that someone is the same as him, can he not be excited? He also expected that he would get carried away! He really didn't mean anything else! Lao Ba's warm face was full of flattery, eager to get Dongfang Yi's understanding, so he revealed it.

With the passage of time, the daylight is getting darker, the chill is getting up, and most of the Liuyu has passed, no, in the blink of an eye, Liuyu has stopped in front of Dongfang Yi and the four of them.

"This prince comes first." Lao Qi actively grabbed the tray, took a sip of the wine glass, looked at the sky, seemed to be very serious after tasting the wine, opened his eyes, his head was still slightly up, and he chanted loudly: "The quiet posture does not enter the juvenile field, and it is only desolate and speechless." A floating background, very cold. At the end of Jiangtou, new poems and old dreams, lonely hatred and fragrance. Ren Chunfeng doesn't care, and he also knows the Eastern Emperor. ”

The clear voice was loud and bold, echoing among the yellow plums and green willows, accompanied by the sound of the murmuring of thin flowing water, as if the upright Aomei was in his heart, which aroused everyone's enthusiasm for a while.

Smelling and cheering, Lao Qiyang looked at the three people sitting next to him with a proud little expression, and raised his eyebrows while his eyes were docked, so embarrassed.

"Good!" Murong Jiu's pride in Lao Qi also raised his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but cheer loudly in shock. With a smile on his eyebrows, he said, "I can't see it!" ”

"Humph!" Lao Qi raised his head arrogantly, poured a full glass of wine and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Eighth child, it's your turn." ”

Lao Ba took the wine glass, drank a glass relatively elegantly, thought for a while, and then said: "Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon." I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. ”

After finishing the song, the eighth child looked at Murong Jiu with a warm smile. This is a poem in Murong Jiu's opera, when he heard that 'life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.' When the mood is so pleasant and smooth, if life should be like this, what more can you ask for in this life!

He used this poem to express his respect for Murong Jiu.

"Haha......" Murong Jiu's eyes flashed and he laughed indulgently. Grab the wine glass, pour it yourself, put it on the tip of your nose and smell it lightly, the faint plum fragrance is in your nose, don't think too much, plum wine is also.

Murong Jiu took a shallow sip, the entrance was refreshing, slightly sweet, and the aftertaste in his mouth was endless, good wine!

Staring at Dongfang Yi, the light at the bottom of his eyes flowed, he lowered his eyes slightly and thought for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at the seventh and then at the eighth, drank all the wine in the cup, put the empty cup in his hand and the cup they used to use together, took a pair of chopsticks on the side, smiled at the three people who were quite puzzled by her behavior, and sat back on the futon.

For... For... For...... Clang......

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery.

The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money.

When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers.

Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse.

The dust of the car and the horse are full of obvious things, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate.

If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens.

If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle.

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. ”

The crisp music accompanied by the melody of the chant, high and low, coupled with Murong Jiu's sweet and quiet voice, shocked the audience for a while and won warm applause from everyone.

The time spent together was only one lunch, but Murong Jiu saw that Dongfang Ying seemed to be chic and uninhibited, but she had her own fortune in her heart; Dongfang Yi seems to be calm and upright, but his heart is open and yearns for freedom.

Murong Jiu didn't want to think about it, but these two people were the only brothers that Dongfang Yi accepted, and she liked them too, especially Dongfang Yi, his mood was quite similar to her, and it could be that their idols were all old naughty boys. She wants them to live freely and swim freely.

And this, why not say it to Dongfang Yi!

Through the two completely different life scenes in the poem, let them experience and evaluate, just like the prince between advancing and retreating. And no matter what form of life you choose, open-mindedness and relief are the essence.

It would be a lie to say that you are not shocked! 'Others laugh too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through it'?! Jiu'er, how many surprises are you going to give me?

Scold! I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. This sentence is really bold, but it is also, fame and fortune are just a cup of loess in the end.

Fame and fortune are just clouds, so ......

What else can't be put down?

Seeing Dongfang Yi's calm face and a thoughtful look, Murong Jiu couldn't help but lean in front of him, blinked his eyes and smiled lightly: "What's the matter, do you think it's bad?" ”

"......" Dongfang Yi raised his eyes and stared at the beautiful and exquisite face in front of him, his mind was full of thoughts, he stretched out his hand and naturally pinned the wind-blown hair on Murong Jiu's sideburns behind his ears, hooked his lips and chuckled: "Very good." ”

"Haha." Murong Jiu smiled refreshingly, and then said playfully: "Since that's the case, it's your turn!" He raised his hand and handed the already filled wine glass to Dongfang Yi.

Dongfang Yi was stunned for a moment, but it was only an instant, he took a drink, and without saying more, he poured himself another cup and drank it.

This......

"Your poems are so good, why should I bother with an axe." Dongfang Yi put down his wine glass, and there was a touch of pampering on his lips.

Belch......

A word to readers:

The second watch will be later~~~ Dear friends, have you seen the various requests of Jiujiu? ~~~~