An Rong hurriedly returned the book, embarrassed there, and didn't know what to do, the county lord of Yiyang pulled her and said, "Don't be restrained, just be a brother when they are brothers." ”

They have been playing almost since they were children, they are very familiar, An Rong can't be as calm as her, fortunately, there are two people, and they are not alone.

If he was really alone, the county lord of Yiyang would not dare to come.

The hut was very large, with a large open space in the middle, and a carpet of green brocade was laid out, and it would not be uncomfortable to kneel on it.

Seeing that the table was full of small wine jugs, Lian Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked Mo Yichen, "Is it a comparison of artistic conception?" ”

Mo Yichen nodded, and An Rong asked, "It's not that I write poetry myself, if that's the case, then I won't." ”

"Not necessarily."

Su Junze slowly spit out two words, which made An Rong's heart miss a few beats, and he lowered his expression.

Seeing that An Rong was not willing to talk to him, Su Junze was also depressed in his heart, he didn't seem to have offended her, didn't he do well a few times before?

Mo Yichen's little servant Qingshi is the referee and is responsible for pouring the wine.

The county lord of Yiyang looked at the pot of wine, and was a little picky, "Can you just take a small sip, or keep it for later, we don't drink much, and it's not fun to faint for a while." ”

Mo Yichen nodded and agreed, there were indeed more of these wines, and the lord of Yiyang County saw that he agreed, and squeezed An Rong's eyes, "Didn't you say that your eldest brother also loves wine, this is a great opportunity." ”

An Rong thought about it and felt that it was right, such an opportunity was indeed rare, and said with a smile, "As long as I don't compose poetry, I still have a three-point chance of winning." ”

Although she doesn't like to read, she has a good memory, although she can't remember it, she can read it three times and remember it.

She has seen a lot of beautiful poems, and she has played such games many times in her previous life.

The bluestone dice roll decided the priority, and An Rong was the fifth.

Mo Yichen, Su Junze, Lian Xuan, Yiyang County Lord, An Rong.

Bluestone rolls dice, the first one is Lian Xuan.

I only listened to him, "The swallow grass is like bisi, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches." ”

The lord of Yiyang County answered, "The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond. ”

It was An Rong's turn, An Rong thought for a while and said, "One sail, one river, one fishing boat, one fisherman and one fishing hook." A pitch and a smile, a river and a bright moon and a river autumn. ”

"What a river, a bright moon, a river and autumn!" Su Junze praised, his gentle eyes lit up, "In this game, I admit defeat." ”

"I also admit defeat," Mo Yichen said with a smile.

Qingshi took a wine jug over and poured a small half cup for An Rong, An Rong tasted the taste, and the county lord of Yiyang couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste?" ”

Mo Yichen stared at An Rong closely, as if he was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to say well, so he listened to An Rong and said, "Good fragrant wine." ”

The county lord of Yiyang said cheekily, "Why don't you borrow me some, and I will pay you back half a lamp if I win in a while?" ”

I also borrowed it, An Rong smiled and poured her half a cup, and the county lord of Yiyang looked at the three people opposite provocatively, like a small follower next to a winning rooster, and you were honored, "Big brother, if the two of us win more drinks than the three of you, the three of you can promise us one thing." ”

Lian Xuan laughed, quite self-conscious, "The three of us will lose to the two of you, but we only won once, as long as you win, isn't it one thing, I should answer!" ”

Mo Yichen also nodded, Su Junze had no opinion, An Rong felt that this idea was good, she really needed their help, even if she didn't have it now, there would be in the future.

Now the competition has changed, one party only needs to produce a poem, but the poem must be written.

Su Junze recited the poem:

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

The lord of Yiyang County said:

The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door. Forget youth, mistake youth.

Who is happy to talk about? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrowful eyebrows are gathered all day long. Thousands of marks, 10,000 marks.

Dawn looks at the sky and twilight looks at the clouds. Walk and think, sit and think.

A feeling of pressure came to his face, and Lian Xuan covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice.

Go on.

The wine jugs were brought to An Rong and the county lord of Yiyang one after another, and Mo Yichen was not absent, but there were only a few.

It's not just the pressure, the face is almost lost.

But they don't have a chance to think at all, the poetic mood they give is too good, and the taste is too late, they don't understand, why haven't they heard so many poems?

Dead vines and old trees,

small bridges and flowing waters,

Ancient road west wind thin horse.

Sunset

The heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

There are still twenty pots on the table, even if they are all given to Mo Yichen and them, they will not be able to win against them, the county lord of Yiyang has to smile, his white neck is high, "Don't admit defeat yet?" ”

Lian Xuan smiled awkwardly, "It's really in vain that I've read the poems for so many years." ”

The county lord of Yiyang giggled, "Then let's break up with the poem, that one is relatively simple, say a few and take a few pots." ”

This is simple, Lian Xuan said, "Falling flowers are intentionally ruthless." ”

"From now on, Xiao Lang is a passerby," An Rong blurted out.

"Huh, Xiao Lang? This is suitable for my eldest brother," Lian Xuan sneered.

An Rong's face was flushed, and he couldn't wait to bite off his tongue, so he glared at Lian Xuan hatefully.

Lian Xuan looked innocent.

The rest of the people chuckled, and they all thought of Xiao Zhan's kiss who was calm.

"From now on, the mountains and rivers do not meet, and Mo Dao is long and short with each other," Su Junze said.

His eyes were warm, but the poems were ruthless, and An Rong's heart suddenly hurt.

She thought of his warm smile like a warm sun, a heart that she would never be able to warm.

"Since then, the brocade book has been suspended, and the painting building has no basis for wind and rain," An Rong said bitterly, and the corners of his eyes were a little sore.

Su Junze's back was stunned, he actually had a strange feeling that he had sent her a brocade book.

"Jinshui soup soup, and Jun Changjue."

"Lang's heart is like iron."

"This love is supposed to be long-term, if you are ruthless, I will leave."

"The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless."

An Rong said what she could think of in one breath, she looked at Su Junze and said, this is what she longed for the most before she died in her previous life.

After saying that, she poured herself a glass of wine and drank it all.

The bitterness in my heart is gone, and when I raise my eyes again, I am as bright as the morning sun.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

Qingshi came over with a wine jug, looked at the county lord of Yiyang calmly, and smiled, "Say it, I can't think of it." ”

The county lord of Yiyang covered his face and covered up the word shame, but complained on his lips, "It's a shame that you said last time you don't like to read poetry, don't you know how to read poetry?" ”

An Rong was stunned and scratched his forehead in embarrassment, "This is all read by others." ”

"Who?" The county lord of Yiyang suddenly raised his eyes, and his eyes were like glass, with a brilliant streamer.

Several people on the other side also looked at her, curious about the person who read the poem to her, and wondered what kind of person it would be?

An Rong didn't know how to answer, so the county lord of Yiyang guessed by himself, "I know that everyone you know is talented, except for one, the eldest girl of the Gu family, Gu Qingyan." ”

An Rong's mind crossed with a beautiful face.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and the charm is natural.

The moth eyebrows swept lightly, and a layer of rouge was lightly wiped on the face, which was already a stunning beauty.

It is like the most graceful Kao peony in the garden, which is radiant, and even if the flowers are in full bloom, they will be eclipsed by her brilliant light.

She is Gu Qingyan.

The eldest girl of the Gu family.

In her previous life, she was her best friend.

Su Junze has loved the woman for six years in his heart.

An Rong smiled lightly, which was a tacit acquiescence.

The three men looked at each other, and there was such a talented girl hidden in Kyoto, which really reflected the sentence: Raised in the deep boudoir, no one knows it.

Clear, fresh and refined complexion.

What a beautiful name.

At this moment, Gu Qingyan's three words were imprinted on the hearts of the three people.

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