Hua Tianyan did not express any opinions, but picked up the wine jug on the table, poured himself a full glass, drank it all, and then, and then introduced, three glasses down, Hua Tianyan's smart eyes were slightly confused, and he looked at the moon with wine, and smiled lightly:

When is the moon in the blue sky, I will stop the cup today and ask:

People can't climb the bright moon, but the moon goes with people?

Bright as a flying mirror, the green smoke is extinguished?

But seeing that the night came from the sea, would you rather know that Xiang Yunjian did?

The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, who is Chang'e's neighbor in solitude?

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients.

If the ancients and the present people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together.

I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle.

A song "Ask the Wine to the Moon" was chanted, which shocked everyone present, this is how broad and broad the mind and elegant and chic character, the literati and scholars who heard it were all amazed, and Mo Xichen, who knew the identity of Hua Qianyan, Hua Tingyu and Wang Tingshi, was even more shocked, a woman, can make such a multi-minded, spontaneous, and latent inward turn, the veins are through, and the extreme loop is intricate, and it is natural; In addition, the four sentences rhyme, the exchange of flat and flat, the tone and frustration, and the feeling of being done in one go, there is the voice of the palace businessman, which can be described as a poem with good sound and reason, it is really unimaginable, such a poem is from the mouth of a woman.

Especially Mo Xichen, who looked at Hua Tianyan's delicate face in a daze because of his gaffe, there was a moment of absolute, the woman in front of him was incomparably beautiful, Tingting's posture, and her elegance was peerless.

"Papapa~~" After a moment of silence, a applause came from afar, only to see the third floor by the railing, a red-clothed beauty, clapping and applauding, after seeing the eyes of the flower tilting to him, only to see the red-clothed beauty turn around, extremely light work, like a flying fairy, steadily falling on the railing on the second floor, with a gentle pace, walking here.

"Sister Liuhua-" Hua Tianyan opened her mouth and called out, beckoning to Jimo Liuhua.

The person who came is not who Jimo Liuhua is!

Seeing the visitor, Wang Tingshi couldn't help but clench the cup, Hua Tingyu just quietly looked at Jimo Liuhua who came from here, and Mo Xichen was like a nobody, tasting tea and enjoying the scenery, lazy and casual, without any attitude towards the appearance of Jimo Liuhua, just like Jimo Liuhua.

And the people around, when they heard the word "sister" of Hua Qiyan, they couldn't help but gasp, who in the world doesn't know, Jimo Liuhua, the richest man in Qiongguo, hates others when he is a woman, and whoever wants Jimo Liuhua to hear it, there is no good end, pity such a talented young man.

Everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for the flowers.

And everyone never expected that the next scene would be like this:

Jimo Liuhua walked in, stretched out a slender and fair-skinned hand, and gently rubbed the hair of the flower, extremely gentle, but with a charming voice, only one word was said:

"Good."

In an instant, everyone present was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma of meat overflowed.

"The owner." The maid who had just made it difficult for Hua Hua to fall in love saw Jimo Liuhua and hurriedly saluted.

"Add a chair here, it's a great view, I'm going to eat here." Jimo Liuhua said lightly, lazy and casual, not caring at all about the hostile eyes of Wang Tingshi on the side.

"Moxiang, how about you write down my Xiao Yan'er's poems, a quatrain for the ages, but so, if it is paired with the words of Moxiang, it will be passed down through the ages." Jimo Liuhua sat beside Hua Qianyan, looking at Mo Xichen, who regarded him as nothing, with an easy-going face, and made a request without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"How about a thousand words?" Unexpectedly, Mo Xichen agreed.

Jimo Liuhua smiled with satisfaction, a pair of peach blossom eyes were full of brilliance, and the word "good" was gritted his teeth.

But Jimo Liuhua understood out of the intuition of a profiteer, and bargained with Mo Xichen, the price would only be higher and higher, and in order to get a word, Jimo Liuhua had to give up the gold.

God knows how many times the price he would have paid if he got the painting and sold it again.

"Jimo Gongzi is really refreshing, and the pen and ink are waiting." Mo Xichen smiled slightly, and everything was pale.

is so angry that the root of Mo Liuhua's teeth is itchy, you are Mo Xichen, you are more treacherous than my son!

Jimo Liuhua instantly felt that his reputation as "the world's number one profiteer" was no longer guaranteed, but for the sake of this word, he endured it.

The pen and ink were paved, Mo Xichen waved the pen lightly, and the one hundred and twelve words sprinkled with joy were done in one go, without chanting again, and there was no word for word, I have to say that Mo Xichen's memory is amazing.

Inscribed

Flowers pour into the poem, Mo Xichen words.

In the end, Mo Xichen took out a big seal and put a seal under his name, Hua Qianyan couldn't help frowning when he saw it, he didn't have a seal, didn't it look too shabby, an idea to settle into the brain, Hua Qianyan directly bit his index finger with his mouth, and put a seal under his name, a small handprint next to the atmospheric seal, it looked much shabby, but it didn't affect the overall beauty.

"150,000 gold, that is, the son of Mo, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other." Mo Xichen's cold voice sounded, calling Jimo Liuhua, who was immersed in words and poems, back to his soul.

As soon as Mo Liuhua heard Mo Xichen's sky-high asking price, he immediately became angry, "Plus the payment is only one hundred and twenty words, it should be 120,000 gold, Mo Xiang, you are the prime minister of a country, you are a good word, don't bully honest people." ”

"The Great Seal of the True Appearance is 100,000 gold, and Yan'er's blood seal is 100,000 gold, a total of 150,000 gold, which is not bad at all." Mo Xichen said very calmly, the clouds were light and light, but the words he said were angry and did not pay for his life.

"A big seal of yours is more expensive than a word?!" Jimo Liuhua instantly exploded, insidious, insidious, Mo Xichen is not ordinary insidious.

Mo Xichen's feather fan shook gently, so lazy and leisurely, "Then I'm sorry, this calligraphy is not for sale." ”

Ling Yun on the side cooperated to put the words away.

"That ink phase should not be given to this son of rice paper and pen and ink silver, rice paper is the best Qin Dynasty gold silk rice paper, the pen is a rare purple pen, the ink is the best purple ink, a total of 200,000 gold." While playing with the blood Ruyi in his hand, Jimo Liuhua said lazily, his bewitching voice seemed unintentional, but every word was fine.

"Then when I compose poems, shouldn't I also have gold?" Hua Qianyan's eyes glowed with golden light when he heard this, and a pair of eyes full of gold ingots flashed between Mo Xichen and Jimo Liuhua without blinking, eager to swallow Jimo Liuhua, a super local tyrant.

"Nope." Jimo Liuhua had a gloomy handsome face, and said in a deep voice: "150,000 gold, the deal, someone will come to get the silver ticket." ”

Mo Xichen motioned for Ling Yun to put away the silver ticket, maintaining the cold and noble of the first pass, like Jimo Liuhua saying goodbye.

Zhizhi Jimo Liuhua was so angry that he retreated for several days, and after leaving the customs, he made money everywhere, vowing to earn back the lost 150,000 catties.

Back at the inn, Mo Xi secretly stuffed a huge silver ticket of 150,000 gold to Hua Qianyan.

"Chen, I can't ask for this." Hua Qianyan directly rejected Mo Xichen's kindness.

"Collect, after arriving in the Yan Kingdom, there are many places to use money, as long as you want to live, you don't just have to rely on this," Mo Xichen pointed his fingers, stuffed the silver ticket to Hua Qianyan, and said: "You also have to rely on this." ”

"Chen, why are you doing this to me?" Her eyes were moist, and Hua Tianyan sniffed to prevent herself from crying.

Mo Xichen turned to look at the moonlight outside the window and said, "You can have today's situation, most of them are harmful, and this should be regarded as compensation for your nature." ”

"Don't you like me?" Hua Qianyan looked at the back of this peerless elegance by the window, his kindness to her, was it all his guilt for her?

"Our business is in the past." The voice is still as cold as a clear spring, and this time it is not a refreshing comfort in Hua Qianyan's heart, but a heart-rending pain.

"If you don't want to go to Yanguo, take this money and find a place where no one knows you, and it's not bad to live a peaceful life." Mo Xichen's voice sounded again, and the dark clouds covered the bright moon with a thin veil, covering up the sadness that flashed in Mo Xichen's eyes, and in an instant, he disappeared.

"Mo Xichen, what are you doing to be Miss Ben, without you, Miss Ben can still live freely." Hua Qianyan shook his hand and raised a stack of silver tickets, countless silver tickets flew all over the room, and Hua Qianyan ran out of the room and disappeared.

Leaving only a room full of scattered pieces of paper, and a fairy-like figure, looking at the moon alone.

Looking at the bright moon together, Yan'er, you will always be by my side.

The next day, Hua Qianyan's expression was as usual, Mo Xichen's expression remained unchanged, as always, cold as a fairy, and Hua Tianyu went to the Yamen to deal with people's grievances, the three of them were extremely efficient, just after noon, they finished all the papers, Hua Tianyan's face was still smiling, and Hua Tingyu, Mo Xichen talked and laughed, and the inn said goodbye, Chu Jue, Xue Heng, Nan Lingyun, and took a low-key carriage out of the Thousand Faces City.

Suddenly, a horse-drawn carriage crossed the official road in front of several people.

"Hey, whose carriage, get out of the way." Hwa-yoon yelled angrily.

"Sister Hua, you are really unkind, you just left?" A small figure came out of the carriage, and the little handsome face was very dissatisfied.

Isn't it who Nan Xiren who just refused to see the flowers?!

"Boy, don't you refuse to see me?" Hua Qianyan jumped out of the carriage, put her hands on her chest, and looked at the small figure in the carriage opposite with interest.

"I don't plan to part with Sister Hua, what do you say?" Xiao Xiren rolled his eyes twice very generously at the flowers, with the expression of an idiot.

"Boy, how did you talk to your third aunt." Nan Lingyun fiercely dragged Xiao Xiren back into the carriage, jumped down from the carriage, took Hua Qianyan's hand, and said, "Yan'er, I promised Ren'er to go back to his father's house with him, and we happened to be together." ”

"Third sister, let's go together." Xue Heng didn't know when he walked to Nan Lingyun's side and opened his mouth to invite.