The two pretty girls are still so pretty and lovely, not to mention the main owner at the back, with a graceful figure, floating like a fairy, holding a guqin in her arms, and her slender jade fingers are plucked like flowing water, as if they have their own fairy music, which makes people wonder if it is the Nine Heavens Fairy who came down to earth, but unfortunately she has a snow-white hat on her head, and the light yarn hangs down, making people unable to see her face clearly, but it is precisely this hazy sense of déjà vu that makes people more eager for the peerless face after the tulle, and there are all kinds of indescribable charms.

At this time, the onlookers on the shore also cheered excitedly:

"Miss Leng is here! The cold girl is here! ”

"She's just a cold string, she's just a fairy descending to earth!"

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Isn't this the woman who stroked the qin that he saw in the loft of Jiyuan behind the temple? It turns out that she is Leng Xian Ning! No wonder she is known as the first beauty in Fuzhou, although it is a glimpse, but it has made Guo Zhiyuan amazed to the point of unforgettable, thinking that he had witnessed the stunning beauty behind the tulle, instead of seeing flowers in the fog like others, Guo Zhiyuan couldn't help but rise a sense of happiness that made people's hearts ripple!

Everyone's breathing became rapid because of the arrival of the cold strings, and their eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman who came suddenly, and the yellow stream was even more unbearable, and their eyes were full of lust. The evil green light, the mouth opened wide, and the harazi flowed out, eager to swallow the beautiful life in front of him alive, and without waiting for the three of them to get on the bridge, he quickly walked up to meet him, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Leng girl, you are here, I want to kill you!" ……”

The two pretty little maids were startled, and hurriedly protected in front of Leng Xian Ning, holding their little pink fists and raising their hands, posing in a defensive posture, like a kung fu practitioner! Leng Xianning frowned, and scolded: "Huang Gongzi, please respect yourself!" ……”

Although Huang Liu is arrogant, but he is not completely ignorant of the severity, the Leng family is the first wealthy family in Fuzhou City, in order to let Leng Xian Ning can lead the practice in Xichan Temple, the Leng family directly covered the annual expenses of Xichan Temple, and also built a two-story attic in the garden behind the temple to let Leng Xian condense, the size of the pen is smacking, it is his father Huang Ruhua, the prefect of Fuzhou, and he also has to give three points to the Leng family, otherwise he would have been strong on Leng Xian Ning, where is he still impatient to do these water grinding work.

So Huang Liu could only stop and said curtly: "Huang hasn't seen Miss Leng for a long time, I really miss it tightly, and it's abrupt, don't blame the girl......"

Leng Xianning no longer paid attention to Huang Liu, and Lianbu moved lightly to the main seat in the middle of the octagonal pavilion and sat down, and everyone woke up and stepped forward to salute: "Hello Leng girl!" Leng Xianning bowed his head slightly, and said wonderfully: "Thank you for your support, the little girl will play a song first, and then talk about the poetry and masterpieces......"

The beautiful sound of the piano sounded again, everyone was intoxicated, and Huang Liu shook his head exaggeratedly and said: "This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world!" It's a pity that he can only say this, which he specially asked the master to memorize for a long time before remembering, so he can only read it over and over again.

Originally, the sound of the piano was also ruined by him, Guo Zhiyuan wanted to laugh but was not funny, so he had to pretend to discuss and whisper a question to Yin Suiqi on the side: "Brother Yin, since this cold string condensation is practicing for her husband's festival, she must be married, why do you still call her a girl?" ……”

Yin Suiqi shook his head and sighed: "Guo Gongzi doesn't know, Miss Leng's marriage was originally a family marriage, and the finger is married, and then the man's family fell into the middle of the road, and the Leng family wanted to repent of the marriage, but Miss Leng resolutely refused, saying that people could not be said and untrustworthy, if she regretted the marriage, she would rather die than obey, and her father couldn't, so he had to resort to a delaying strategy, and said to the man that if he wanted to marry Miss Leng, he must be admitted to the Jinshi, and the man was also angry, and studied hard. The man encountered robbers on the way back to his hometown and lost his life, Miss Leng was very sad after learning the news, several times to seek death, although fortunately was rescued, but she swore not to marry again, because her parents are still alive, can not be a monk, she will lead the practice in this Xichan Temple, the world feels its loyalty, have preached, because although it is a husband and observance, but in fact is still a virgin, so it is still called Leng girl......"

Guo Zhiyuan couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, it is really rare to have such a loyal strange woman like Leng Xianning, he can't help but be a little envious of Leng Xianning's dead fiancé, it can be said that he has no regrets even if he dies because of this, maybe because of this, even God is jealous of him, so he will have such a short life!

At this time, Leng Xianning had also finished playing, and continued to say wonderfully: "The little woman is at home, lonely and unheard, I don't know what poetry masterpieces can be published in Fuzhou City recently, and please give me advice!" ……”

As soon as Huang Liu heard it, he knew that the opportunity was coming, his spirits perked up, and he hurriedly coughed a few times, everyone came to pat Huang Gongzi's ass, how could they not care, they all took out a thread-bound book from his arms like magic, Guo Zhiyuan had sharp eyes, and recognized at a glance that what these people took out was the bullshit "Autumn Stream Collection" published by Huang Liugongzi!

"If you ask us to be the first in Fuzhou City, I think the first thing to count is our Huang Gongzi, everyone is right! ......" said a middle-aged man in a seven-rank official uniform who gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, Huang Gongzi's "Autumn Stream Collection", the old man has read it again and again, it is really every word, and the wonderful sentences are frequent, like a ghostly workmanship, it is natural, and there is no carving, which makes people scream!" An elderly man over fifty years old was not to be outdone and echoed in a loud voice, in order to cooperate, he also deliberately slapped his thigh hard, but he acted too hard, too hard, grinning in pain, and his expression was very funny.

Seeing that the two of them took the lead, everyone hurriedly scrambled to pat Huang Liu's ass, saying that this Huang Liu was simply Li Bai alive and Du Fu was reborn! Guo Zhiyuan on the side was dumbfounded when he heard it, he had never seen so many shameless people, in order to shoot Huang Liu's fart, he simply did everything, and he didn't blink when he opened his eyes and said nonsense! Let this poetry meeting simply become a sycophant competition!

Leng Xianning frowned slightly, although she lived in a shallow way and didn't ask about mundane things, she still heard of the notoriety of this yellow stream, it was really difficult to connect such a rampant and domineering gentleman with the image of a talented man in everyone's mouth, but everyone said that they were all famous people in Fuzhou City, and it made her feel that she was not too preconceived and prejudiced against this Huangliu son, so she didn't rush to speak, just muttered.

Huang Liu thought he had a plan, stood up triumphantly, picked up a copy of "Autumn Stream Collection" and walked towards Leng Xianning, laughed and said: "Miss Leng, after seeing Miss Leng outside the garden last time, Huang was haunted by dreams, I didn't think about tea and dinner, I heard that the girl likes poetry, I deliberately ......"