And in Shuangmuzi heard the word 'beloved wife', it was so harsh, but she didn't feel heartache anymore, just sighed secretly in her heart, some things, the more she didn't want to care, but it always appeared in her heart, the pungent smell of wine, harsh words, Shuangmuzi endured the churning in her stomach, and instinctively reached out to cover her mouth.

Gao Jin saw that Shuang Muzi seemed uncomfortable, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?" ”

"This wine is too fragrant, and the slave family is not suitable for a while." Frost Muzi raised her hand dexterously and placed it under her nose.

"But I want to send you back first?" It is rare for Gao Jin to be so gentle and delicate in front of outsiders.

"How can you disturb everyone's interest for the slave family, the slave family will be fine after a while." Shuangmuzi wanted to leave, but he couldn't ignore the whole.

"Although this wine smells strong, it tastes light and delicious, why don't you try it in a cup?" Bai Nianming playfully handed the wine glass to Shuangmuzi.

Shuangmuzi is embarrassed, she is pregnant, and her health has not been good, if she drinks this wine, I don't know what will happen.

"Muzi is not strong enough to drink, so this king will do it for him." At the moment when Shuangmuzi hesitated, Gao Jin took Bai Nianming's wine, and drank the wine without waiting for anyone to react.

"The prince cherishes the beauty, I don't know, when will the prince also hold the beauty?" Bai Nianming didn't have a trace of displeasure, and still smiled.

"Beauty has always been in her arms." Gao Jin avoided Bai Nianming's problem, but he also dealt with it skillfully; While holding the dark soul, while holding the frost wood, the smell of smiling on his face makes it hard to believe.

"Since there are beautiful people in your arms, you must be accompanied by good wine, come, drink." Yan Yongyan was timely and raised his wine glass to signal.

And they all took up their glasses and drank them up. Until the evening, several people were a little dazed.

"It's too boring to just drink like this, why don't we paint the poems?" Yan Yongdian seemed to get up a little drunk, and looked for suggestions for everyone, which he thought was interesting.

"Okay, what Yan Gongzi said is very true, let's take 'poetry and painting' as the theme, two people in a pair, one poem and one painting, of course, the prince trio, we don't mind, do you have any objections?" Although Bai Nianming drank a lot, he was still sober, and seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Yongyang's proposal; Gao Jin still hugged left and right, and did not refute.

Song Jingran and Yu Zixia have been intoxicated in the world of the two of them, and they don't seem to care about what others talk about.

Bai Nianming got up and said heartily, "Okay, since everyone is the same, let's start now, and the time limit is half an hour." ”

"Bai Gongzi, the slave family has a proposal, at this time the weather is slightly cold, and the night is also very heavy, it is better to move it indoors, and you can also have more space for you to display your talents." The dark soul stood up and bowed; At this time, it is almost winter, and the men have wine to keep warm, but they and women are all weakly dressed, and the frost Muzi is pregnant, how can they stand the cold.

"The soul girl mentioned that Bai was careless." Bai Nianming also bowed his head and signaled.

The dark soul pursed the corners of his mouth, smiled faintly, Bai Nianming raised his head and commanded coldly, "Someone will prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the building for you to use." ”

The servant bowed his head in reply, and withdrew. Bai Nianming gestured and said, "Everyone, please" Everyone stayed in the house, and the servants had already prepared everything.

Each holds a pen to prepare his own masterpiece; About half an hour later; Yan Yongyan first dedicated his poems and paintings with beauties; I saw a pair of ink bamboo, with a poem attached;

The green bamboo is half of the seeds, and the new shoots are only out of the wall.

The rain washes and the wind blows the fragrance.

"Yan Gongzi is a good ink and bamboo poetry and painting, Bai admires it." Bai Nianming admired Yan Yongyan's paintings.

"Bai Gongzi has won the award, Yan Mou's talent is not good, and he is ugly." Although Yan Yongdian is modest, he is not proud.

Bai Nianming chuckled, "Yan Gongzi is too modest. ”

"What does Brother Bai's work mean?" Gao Jin was already sitting on the sidelines waiting.

"Bai is a shallow learner, and he didn't come up with a good masterpiece, but he just made a side painting with the dark girl, I hope you don't laugh." Bai Nianming put a picture of a talented and beautiful woman on the table.

"There are talented people, there are beautiful women, and Bai Gongzi is very knowledgeable." Gao Jin praised with respect.

Bai Nianming arched his hand and said modestly, "Let the prince smile, I don't know, what kind of masterpiece is the prince?" ”

"This king is not good at calligraphy and painting, and tonight, I thought hard about a pair of words." Gao Jin placed the huge white paper on the table.

I saw that the warbler and the swallow were green and red, and they were harmonious everywhere!

"It seems like a pair of words?" Although Bai Nianming is a little unclear, he feels that it is a little monotonous.

Gao Jin said with a meaningless face, "Bai Gongzi is smart, this is the right word. ”

"Oh~ The two beauties of the prince, don't you have this intention?" Bai Nianming looked at the dark soul and frost wood with suspicion.

"The slave family is clumsy, I hope you don't want to laugh." As he spoke, the dark soul approached the table and wrote: "Rain, rain, wind, wind, flowers, leaves, and leaves are twilight every year!

"Ha Lu Ha soul girl wonderful words." Seeing this, Bai Nianming not only laughed loudly.

"Let Bai Gongzi see and laugh." The dark soul bowed his head and stepped aside, in fact, this pair of poems is not difficult to match, but it is relatively rare, and I don't know if Bai Nianming really praises it.

Gao Jin glanced at the dark soul without some surprise.

"Hey~ What kind of masterpiece is Frost Girl?" Bai Nianming looked at Shuangmuzi; Shuangmuzi hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes and said nothing;

"It's up to this king to comment on Miss Frost." Gao Jin approached Shuangmuzi and took the paper roll in her hand; A painting by Frost Muzi simply depicts a small river, and a fish is giving birth by the river; There was also a worn-out shoe on the riverbank.

When everyone saw the painting, they all looked at each other, and they didn't seem to understand the meaning of the painting.

"Miss Shuang's work is really unusual, but this painting is stupid and stupid, and Miss Shuang advises." Bai Nianming hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Shuangmuzi.

"The slave family just drew a pen and made Bai Gongzi smile." Shuangmuzi did not want to explain the meaning in the painting, because the meaning belongs to two people.

"Such a painting with meaning, but the frost girl can draw it casually, which really makes Bai admire." Bai Nianming was puzzled when he saw Shuang Muzi, and it was not so simple to come to this painting.

"Bai Gongzi has won the prize." Shuangmuzi didn't want to say more, and gestured with his chin.

"It seems that only Brother Song's masterpiece has not yet been shown." Gao Jin turned the topic to Song Jingran at the right time; The corners of Song Jingran's mouth were slightly upturned, but he couldn't see a trace of a smile.

"The slave family is stupid and not good at poetry and painting, so Song Gongzi will do it for him and compose a poem." Yu Zixia placed the paper roll in Song Jingran's hand on the table; I saw that the simple two lines of poetry 'hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son.' Some people seem to notice a hint of abnormality, but some people don't notice it, such as Yan Yongyin.

Yan Yongyan quipped with a playful face, "Brother Song and Miss Xia are really affectionate, and such words of staying together until you are old are perfectly suitable for your wedding." ”

"Let Yan Gongzi smile." Yu Zixia shyly hid in Song Jingran's arms.

"Good one, holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son." Bai Nianming said, and looked at Shuangmuzi with a playful expression.

Obviously, Bai Nianming has understood the meaning of Shuangmuzi's painting; When Shuangmuzi received Bai Nianming's strange eyes, she was a little unnatural, so she also lowered her eyes.