"Don't pretend to cry. The moonlight is so good tonight, why don't we compose a poem? "In her previous life, although Nan Moyi was not known as a prodigy, she was the best she studied history and language.

"Moyi wants to compare poetry with me?" City Chief Yan looked at her in surprise, he didn't know that Nan Moyi could compose poetry.

"Why, do I have to be like the outside world, cowardly, born deaf and dumb, ugly, and without ink spots on my chest?"

"Moyi knows I didn't mean that." The city chief's gaze was as calm as water.

"Then let's start, with the moon as the theme, I drink seven sips of wine, and when I'm done, you have to write the poem." After speaking, without waiting for the city chieftain to respond, he took the first sip.

One bite, two bites......

Nan Moyi's speed is not fast, but it is not slow, and when the last sip of wine is drunk, the city chief's weir will open quietly.

"Ask you what is the matter of parting lightly, how many full moons can you have a year. The willow is like silk at first glance, and the old garden is at the end of spring.

Spring can not return, two oars pine flowers separated. The old things are chasing the cold wave, and the hatred of the cries has not disappeared. With that, the city chief Yan looked at Nan Moyi and smiled slightly.

Nan Moyi stared, how could she not understand what he meant. "How many full moons can be reunited in a year", isn't it just a sigh that there will be more and less? Thinking about it, he had a deep affection for Nan Moyi in the past, and if he knew that the soul in this body had changed, he wouldn't know what to think.

Nan Moyi frowned, pretending not to understand what he meant, and followed suit, "I want to stop wearing makeup at night, and I will draw my eyebrows in the mirror." Quasi-waiting is clear, and rain and smoke are invincible. Mo teaches the stars to replace, and the reunion will eventually be successful. This night of the Red Mansion, the heavens and the earth are as sad. ”

After hearing this, the eyes of the city chieftain gradually appeared with amazement, "'Waiting for a clear difference, and the rain and smoke are invincible' refers to the moment of waiting for the appointment, and it can't withstand the beating of smoke and rain." "Don't call the stars, keep the reunion will eventually succeed" refers to the people we are waiting for, I hope you don't let me wait until the stars replace the current protagonist? ”

Nan Moyi was slightly stunned, this analysis was indeed accurate, and nodded.

This poem is Nalan Xingde's "Minus the Word Magnolia", which originally referred to the heroine's anxious mood of waiting for her lover, but at the moment it is used in Nan Moyi's thoughts about Huo'er.

She really, really misses her.

"Moyi, who are you missing?" The city chief weir muttered, and suddenly swept somewhere, his brows furrowed, and he was instantly alert.

Nan Moyi drank a few jars of wine, a little delirious, and did not notice the reaction of the city chief, and only when the figure of the person who came landed safely on the roof did she react and cast her gaze.

Chengnan wore a black robe at night, his hands were covered behind his back, his face under the moonlight was clearly visible, and his cold and handsome aura was compelling. He stood on the other side of the roof, with an indifferent face, looking at the two who were drinking and composing poetry, his voice was not warm, and he could not hear the slightest anger.

"When did the eighth brother come to my mansion, he didn't greet the king, but drank and wrote poems with the princess of the king, it was really interesting."

Hearing this, the city chief's smile was deep, and he didn't have the slightest fear, but reached out to take Nan Moyi's shoulder, tilted his head and looked at Chengnan Ye, "Visiting late at night, I didn't want to disturb the third brother's dream, so I drank and wrote poems with Moyi, and I didn't disturb the third brother, didn't I?" ”

At this time, Nan Moyi almost fell asleep when she drank, those jars of wine, the amount was not much, but the strength was great, she didn't feel strong when she drank it, and after she got into her body, she was going to completely take away her consciousness. She wanted to push away the city chief weir beside her, but she felt soft and had no strength, thinking that he was also a child, and it didn't matter, so she just let him hold him and lean on his arms.

However, is the city chief weir really just an ordinary child?

The city chief weir looked at and listened to Nan Moyi's calm breathing, and couldn't help laughing, under this faint moonlight, handsome as a rampant goblin.

Seeing Nan Moyi fall into his arms, Chengnan Ye's eyes narrowed deeper.

[Can you have a hunch that the prince will put the ink clothes, uh uh ......? ] 】