East of Chang'an, Shangguan Mansion.

The Qingqing Festival is approaching, and Chang'an in early spring fell a light snow again last night, like smoke, and a layer of light white was piled up on the ground. After this breathing snow like swallowing clouds and spitting out fog, in a warmly decorated, warm and comfortable boudoir, Shangguan Jue knelt in front of the bookcase with a pen.

Shangguan Jue's long black and moist hair is draped behind her back like a waterfall, the ends of her hair are restrained by a red ribbon, her eyebrows are like half moons, her eyes are like autumn water, her delicate nose, her ruddy mouth, under the thin green shirt, the curve of her chest is perfect, and the curve of her buttocks is moving.

Shangguan Jue's new moon frowned slightly, and a piece of rice paper was spread flat on the copywriting in front of him, and on the rice paper, such a poem was written: "The spring breeze is also () the south bank of the river." ”

Shangguan Juexian held the pen in his hand, looking at the blank space in the poem's eyes, and became even more sad.

The word is particularly critical, the quality and quality of the poem are determined by the poetic eye, one day Shangguan Jue came to the inspiration and wrote this poem, but the word of the poetic eye made her dissatisfied.

"The spring breeze has come to the south bank of the river again?"

Shangguan Jue picked up the pen and wrote a beautiful brush word in the blank space, but then she crossed it out lightly, and her face was full of sadness. A woman like her always likes to be sad and sad, and it is a big regret in life that she can't write good poems despite having good inspiration.

"The word 'to' is too rigid to show what the scene of Jiangnan is, and it lacks poetry."

This problem has been bothering her for several days.

"It seems that I can't think of it today." Shangguan Jue sighed regretfully, gently put down the brush, stretched his waist, and at that moment, he was like a lazy cat.

The slender willow waist, Yingying is unbearable, the height of the chest is really a big killer weapon to kill men, the straight buttocks, slender legs, perfect like a fairy.

Shangguan Jue, one of the four beauties of Chang'an, the person that the young masters of Chang'an think about day and night, and the object of Yin.

"Qing'er."

Shangguan Jue put on a robe to cover his snow-white delicate body, and called out softly outside the house.

"Ah, miss."

The door of the house was pushed open, and a maid in a cotton jacket pushed the door in, this maid was also very beautiful, with big eyes, long eyelashes, and small lips, one beautiful lining and one beautiful, Shangguan Jue looked more and more beautiful.

"Is the Qingqing Festival arranged?"

The maid Qing'er nodded: "Miss, don't worry, everything is ready, this year's poetry meeting may be more lively than last year." ”

Shangguan Jue nodded, the poetry meeting was originally initiated by her, as the person in charge, the selection of the location of the outing, the layout of the poetry meeting, tea, food and other small things must be arranged properly, the purpose is to give the young man a beautiful enjoyment.

"By the way, Miss Fang just came to you with the son of the Du family."

"Du Fu?" Shangguan Jue raised his eyebrows, "What is he looking for me?" ”

"Du Gongzi wants to invite him to the mansion, there is a tea party in the mansion, and many young masters and young ladies have gone there."

Shangguan Jue's face was light, as if he had never smiled, and he refused without hesitation: "There is no need to go, the books of sages are much better than those tea parties, Du Fu has some knowledge, but his heart is not quiet, and he is contaminated with the world." ”

If you have time to make friends with other people, it is better to read more books, Shangguan Jue has such an idea, so she rarely participates in some activities held by the young master of Chang'an, in her opinion, it is nothing more than selling fame and reputation, pretending to be high.

"Miss, the son of the Du family came to invite him in person, and the slave told Miss that you were studying, and he waited outside the door without saying a word. Du Gongzi has a lot of friendship, anyway, Miss, you don't have anything important, why don't you go and have a look? ”

Shangguan Jue nodded his maid's forehead and said, "You, I still don't know Qing'er's thoughts?" You girl has been in love with Du Gongzi for a long time, and I still think that you are the maid of Du Mansion, helping outsiders to speak, or I will give you to Du Mansion? In this way, you can meet Du Gongzi, who is in love day and night. ”

"Uh-huh!" Qing'er was happy in her heart and nodded, but she looked at Shangguan Jue again, and then shook her head again, "Qing'er is Miss's maid, Qing'er is reluctant to Miss." ”

"Why don't you marry with me to Du Mansion? In this way, Qing'er will not be separated from Miss. ”

Shangguan Jue glanced at the hopeless Qing'er, and tapped her head with his finger: "You think beautifully, wow, your elbow is turned out, and you actually want to marry your own miss!" ”

"Begging for a beating!"

The two fought for a while, tired and coquettish, Shangguan Jue lay on the soft bed, and said: "Qing'er, you go and tell Nadu Gongzi, and say that I am tired of reading and resting, so that he doesn't have to wait any longer." ”

Qing'er blinked, a little frustrated: "Miss, is it okay to say that?" Maybe it will chill the heart of the Du family's son. ”

"Du Gongzi is very good, he is a good person, we can be friends." Shangguan Jue was lying on his side, and his seductive body curves were highlighted domineeringly, "I always feel that I haven't met the right person yet." ”

"Miss, your vision is so high!" Qing'er sighed sincerely, "The son of the Du family is the best man Qing'er has ever seen, talented, temperamental, family, and connected...... How many daughters are devoted to him, but who knows that the son of the Du family is a dedicated person. ”

"Miss, do you know? Du Gongzi only loves you alone, Qing'er can envy you, Miss. ”

Shangguan Jue was stunned when he heard this, and shook his head: "I know, but because of this, I don't like him." ”

"Why?" Qing'er was puzzled.

Shangguan Jue hesitated, looking at Qing'er's curious eyes, she sighed.

"Qing'er, do you know? I also liked Du Gongzi's a long time ago. ”

Qing'er is getting more and more confused, why did she like it a long time ago, but she doesn't like it now? She looked at her young lady and did not answer.

"But I was cowardly at that time, and he was like a person who radiated a brilliant light, and he was very eye-catching. There are so many talented women and so many beautiful women, they can't get into his eyes, but so many people still like him. ”

"I didn't have fancy clothes at that time, but I knew that I wasn't bad ......"

It's not bad, it's just one of the most perfect people! Qing'er looked at her young lady's delicate and beautiful face and proud figure, and felt envious in her heart.

"But I'm scared!"

"What are you afraid of, Miss?"

"Fool, Du Gongzi is so popular, I'm afraid that I will lose my face and be abandoned after I am old! Silly girl, what do you say a man will choose when facing an old woman and a young and beautiful woman? ”

This...... Qing'er put herself in her shoes and thought about it, and it was difficult to make a choice for a while.

"That's right, so I forced myself to give up, and when I completely let go, I felt that Du Gongzi was not as good as I thought at the beginning."

But......

Qing'er hesitated for a moment and said, "But now Du Gongzi really likes you in his heart." ”

"You don't understand, the feelings that have passed away can never be recovered."

Qing'er's big eyes blinked, looking at the side face of Shangguan Jue, who was distracted, and she didn't know what the young lady was worried about.

"Miss, what kind of talent do you think is good?"

Shangguan Jue gave him a blank look, is this girl's view of mate selection so straightforward?

She thought for a moment: "First of all, you have to be more talented than me, and secondly, he's not that popular, well, it's just me." ”

Qing'er looked at her young lady and blushed rarely, and said in her heart, this can't be okay, men who are more talented than Miss are already rare, how can such a person not be popular?

Miss, maybe you're going to be old alone......