The beauty of Suying Mountain is indeed indescribable, and all kinds of cherry blossoms bloom from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountain. The soft breeze is blowing, and there are petals caressing the cheeks, and the fragrance of the flowers makes people slow down and let go of all the things in their hearts.

Zhang Xianxian closed her eyes slightly, smelling the faint fragrance, yesterday's worries did not come true, and several people talked and laughed, very relaxed. The gentleman treated Jing Se indifferently, although he took care of Youjia, but he didn't have an intimate behavior, maybe this is what made her so relaxed.

Shallowly hooking the corners of her lips, the cherry blossom rain in front of her was so beautiful that she couldn't help but reach out to catch those flying flowers, trying to determine if this beautiful place was just her illusion.

The cherry blossom that fell into her hand flipped a few times in her hand, and then flew away mischievously, and she raised her head slightly and followed the direction it flew away, and in the endless pink, only the pale blue was the only color in her eyes.

Jun Zimo has been paying attention to her rare and relaxed appearance, and seeing that she looks at her like herself, she slowly reveals a tender smile.

Zhang Xianxian blinked, a little suspicious that it was his own illusion, and then stretched the corners of his mouth and smiled extremely sweetly.

Jing Se tugged at the corner of his clothes tightly, his face a little stiff. Even though he knew that the two of them were in love, he still didn't want to see it with his own eyes. Hooking her hand to touch what she had hidden in her sleeve, her ears suddenly remembered the man's words: "You have to find a way to sleep with him as soon as possible, or else...... The consequences you should have imagined for yourself. His smile was so wild that her body began to tremble.

However, no one of the two who were immersed in happiness cared, Zhang Xianxian lowered his head slightly, trying to hide the already hot crimson on his face.

In the afterglow, you can still see the pale blue corners blooming on the petals that fell all over the ground, and he still hasn't left the position of Fang Cai. She lowered her head even more shyly, and the corner of her pale blue horn was no longer there, replaced by the ivory white gold silk boots.

Hiding the momentary loss in her heart, she slowly raised her head. Jing Xu was looking at herself with a soft smile, and when she looked up, she stretched the corners of her mouth and deepened the smile on her face. A hand naturally stretched out towards her, and Zhang Xianxian instinctively took a step back, not used to the approach of others.

Jing Xu didn't care about hooking his lips and smiled, and said softly: "There are petals on my hair." Then, without waiting for her to speak, or for her to have a chance to refuse, he reached out and gently stroked her hair.

With a tender smile, a handsome demeanor, it seems that an amorous young man is looking at his beloved woman affectionately, so tender, so pity.

Zhang Xianxian instantly stiffened when his hand touched his hair, and his face turned pale.

Maybe she shouldn't have let her guard down so early.

"I heard that Brother Wang is a stiff talent, such a beautiful scenery and don't live up to it, I don't want to ask Brother Wang to give me a poem, I don't know if Brother Wang wishes?"

Jun Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhang Xianxian's pale face, and a trace of anger flashed in his heart. But he leaned in with an indifferent smile and whispered to Jing Xu.

Jing Se tightened his hands tighter, and when he caught a glimpse of the gazebo on the side, he had an idea in his heart.

Jing Xu sneered in his heart, glanced at Zhang Xianxian again with meaningful eyes, and then nodded with interest: "How can you live up to such beauty?" His gaze never left Zhang Xianxian, and his tone was deliberately ambiguous.

Zhang Xianxian lowered her head even lower, but she didn't hear it. Jing Se also came over at this time: "Why don't we go to the pavilion, there is paper and ink specially prepared for the literati." ”

"It's still the fifth sister who thinks thoughtfully." Jing Xu nodded, and took the lead in lifting his feet and walking towards a pavilion with an excellent location.

Most of these kiosks are built by private individuals, and if you want to enter, you have to pay a certain amount of silver taels. Jing Xu generously threw out a few ingots of silver and walked to the second floor.

The pavilion owner saw that he had made an extraordinary move, and he greeted him flatteringly: "The small pavilion is equipped with fine wine, good tea, snacks, and hot dishes, I wonder if this talented man needs it?" ”

Most of the people who came here were literati and, so these businessmen all knew each other and called them talents.

Jing Xu obviously disdained his flattery, and after beckoning Jun Zimo and the others to sit down, he said, "A few pots of good wine, a few snacks." ”

The pavilion master retreated in response, and Jing Xu turned to Junzi Mo: "Isn't it boring to make poetry alone!" Why don't you and I each make a song and give it to these two beauties, what do you think? ”

"Zimo is a layman, he can't write good poems, and he doesn't dare to offer ugliness." Having already seen his intentions, the gentleman refused indifferently. His eyes always look at the slender with deep meaning, and now that he is arranging it like this, I don't know what idea he is making?

"It's not important whether it's good or not, it's the heart that matters. Such a beautiful scenery, accompanied by beautiful women, do not leave a word to commemorate, wouldn't it come in vain! Jing Xu said disapprerovingly, and brought Jun Zimo's gaze to Jing Se's body very ambiguously: "Fifth sister must be looking forward to it, right?" You can't bear to disappoint her? ”

"Third brother......" Jing Sejiao snorted, her face flushed. The peeking gentleman's eyes were obviously full of expectation.

In this way, Jun Zimo was not good at prevarication, and glanced at Zhang Xianxian with some apologies. Seeing that she was smiling and shaking her head at herself, to show that she didn't mind, he answered.

Originally, I just didn't want Jing Xu to be overly intimate with her, so I was hot-headed and said something nonsense about asking for poetry, but now I have made things to this point, it really shouldn't be!

Jing Xu's meaning is obvious, but he writes poems for the two beauties. Just now he said something like that, and the object of his own poems with love and reason must be Jing Se, and his poems are naturally made for the sake of Xian Xian.

Thinking of his ambiguous attitude along the way, the gentleman secretly hated himself for not being so impulsive. Knowing that he wouldn't be doing anything more out of the ordinary, the way he stroked his slender hair was to make himself uncomfortable. Thinking about it like this, he could calmly smile apologetically at Zhang Xianxian.

But he said to Jing Xu: "Please." ”

Jing Xu didn't hesitate to get up, and the two walked together to the pen and ink that had already been prepared in the pavilion, and each took a piece of paper. After thinking about it for a while, the two started writing one after another.

Zhang Xianxian consciously walked over and polished their ink evenly, but his eyes finally aimed at the gentleman's indifferent paper.

His handwriting is beautiful, strong and powerful, but it seems to have an ethereal atmosphere, and it looks very atmospheric. It's just that because of the bad angle, she can't see what he writes.

And behind them, the pavilion owner who had just gone down personally held the wine and snacks that had been prepared, and was about to call out with a flattering face, but before he could finish a word, he was blocked back by Jing Se's silent gesture.

Jing Se glanced in their direction, and saw that none of them had noticed this, so he took the tray from the pavilion master's hand and motioned for him to go down first.

Laying it out on the stone table, and seeing that they still had no intention of coming, she got up and walked around to the other side of the table, shielded her view from them, and anxiously poured into the flask what had been hidden in her sleeve for a long time.