In fact, Du Runsheng was not so much curious about Luo Yunyao's question as he was evading.

It is true that Ouyang Dali Siqing's poem, that song is great. But Du Hubu always felt that something was weird, well, although let's say it, Ouyang Jing Xu is so handsome that he is a romantic person. Especially a pair of eyes, on such a handsome and hard face. However, the more this is the case, the more Du Hubu Shilang feels that something is wrong.

Du Runsheng's curiosity was strongly supported, and he suppressed the indescribable wrongness, and he was a little red-faced, waiting for Luo Yunyao's next words.

Luo Yunyao saw him like this. Suddenly, he forgave Du Runsheng for hurting her so badly, although Du Runsheng might dirty back the grievances that Luo Yunyao had so hard to clear, and go on an extremely special and dirty road. But...... Du Runsheng is a little boy, this is indeed too white and tender, too cute and stupid.

Master Shang Shuluo of the Ministry of War raised his eyelids and glanced at Ouyang Jingxu, and then said, "It's the poem I read when you told me about the collection of hundreds of poems, do you still remember Brother Du?" ”

Du Runsheng lowered his eyelids, recalling the poem Luo Yunyao said a little reluctantly, and said with a distressed look that he couldn't think of: "What are you talking about, but the one with the theme of 'willow'?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came out on top? At that time, Brother Yao also won the second-class this? "I tried to think about what was in Luo Yunyao's second prize, in fact. Du Runsheng felt that the poems in this collection of 100 poems about "willow" were of little use to their current conversation.

It's just that Du Hubu Shilang thought that the story he told was so sad, he thought that he should relax, and let his audience relax, so he followed Luo Yunyao.

Luo Yunyao looked at Du Runsheng and frowned seriously and thought about it, only almost scratched his head and bothered his cheeks, and then gave up and apologized to himself: "I'm sorry, Brother Yao, you know that I am a memory checker, and I don't even remember such good poems as Brother Yao, so I really should be beaten." ”

If Luo Yunyao hadn't guessed wrong, the naïve Du Hubu waiter misunderstood the poem she said. Luo Yunyao was a little helpless: "Where is Brother Du, where does Brother Yao's unsightly poems dare to nag Brother Du to remember him?" In Du Runsheng's innocent puzzlement, Luo Yunyao smiled to ease the embarrassment, and then continued: "Could it be that Brother Du really doesn't remember the poem that blurted out when the younger brother first heard the title of 'Liu'?" ”

"Oh! Oh oh!! Du Runsheng's eyes immediately widened, indicating that he really couldn't remember without Luo Yunyao's reminder.

Luo Yunyao's image, it is not necessarily that Du Runsheng can think of it after her reminder. Luo Yunyao's poem that ranked second at that time.

Sure enough, the ancient times in his hometown were more amorous and versatile. A good poem can make people remember it forever in their hearts at a glance and in a sound.

Even if it is Du Runsheng's thick lines, he remembers it clearly, word for word.

Du Hubu closed his eyes as if enjoying it, and said as if enjoying it: "The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down." ”

Luo Yunyao listened with satisfaction as Du Runsheng read out these two sentences with feeling.

Under Luo Yunyao's signal, in fact, it was not Luo Yunyao's signal. Ouyang Dali Siqing is very good at grasping the timing, just the right time, just the right place, and just the right voice. Warm and warm, just like the sunny temperament of the whole person. Let others bathe in the warm sun: "I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors." ”

Luo Yunyao keenly found that Du Runsheng's face turned red after hearing Ouyang Jingxu's words, and it was difficult to continue to study and read this poem aloud like a good student.

Luo Yunyao thought it was interesting, so she propped up her lower elbow on the table, and held her chin to look at Du Runsheng playfully: "What's the matter, Brother Du is not satisfied with the last two sentences of this poem?" ”

Du Runsheng couldn't pretend to be an ostrich if he wanted to, so he suddenly realized that he turned his head to look at Ouyang Jingxu. His eyes were dodging, and he didn't look at Ouyang Dali Siqing head-on.

Du Runsheng was in a trance, and said slowly: "Ah, it turns out that this poem was written by Ouyang Dali Siqing." ”

Luo Yunyao was curious if Ouyang Jingxu was already cheeky to the point of shamelessness, so he also gave Ouyang Dali Siqing an interested look.

Ouyang Jingxu was still indifferent under the gaze of these two people, and deepened his gentle smile, and repeated Luo Yunyao's question with gentle concern: "What's wrong?" But the last two sentences are not in line with the mind of Du Hubu Shilang? ”

It's rare for you to see an iron-faced Dali servant who judges a case like a god show such a caring look.

Luo Yunyao was also stunned, was this expression of guilt covered up in her heart, or was it something else?

Because Ouyang Jingxu did not deny that he wrote this poem, although he smiled and did not admit it, but it was obvious that in front of Du Runsheng, he already thought that he had done it - just openly misappropriating the knowledge achievements of others, even if it is normal for a person like Ouyang Jingxu to feel guilty, right?

Luo Yunyao kept making excuses for Ouyang Jingxu. tried to convince himself, but in his heart, he became more and more convinced that Ouyang Dali Siqing's gentle smile had other reasons.

In essence, Du Runsheng may not even know what Ouyang Jingxu said about the poem, and what words are in the poem, but he still tried to calm down, and said with a smile: "The last two sentences of this poem are also very good, and they are the same as the first two sentences." Ouyang Dali Siqing is not only a first-class expert in judging cases and investigating the situation, but also has the best ability to write poems. This made Xiaguan, a useless household servant, very ashamed, no wonder his father always disliked Du's incompetence. It takes a lot of thinking about Ouyang Dali Siqing to learn. ”

Luo Yunyao blushed for Ouyang Jingxu when she heard this, in fact, Ouyang Jingxu may not even know what requirements are for writing poems. At most, he could memorize a few lines of poetry.

Ouyang Dali Siqing, a smart man over there, maintained the principle of not breaking it, neither denied that he wrote the poem, nor admitted it, and the direct consequence was that Du Runsheng continued to misunderstand.

Ouyang Jingxu spoke slowly: "What are the last two sentences?" ”

Du Runsheng himself was surprised by the beautiful flattering official words he practiced in the officialdom, and suddenly listened to Ouyang Jingxu's words without some feelings, and the weak-hearted Du Hubu servant beat a drum in his heart.

After all, he really didn't write down the two sentences just now—he was only surprised that the master of the poem had already arrived in front of him.

It turned out that Luo Yunyao's sentence at that time, "It was written by a friend of mine, as for the following two sentences...... If you want to know, just ask him. "It's not him.

Du Runsheng's eyes were originally dodgy, and he was surprised or panicked because of Ouyang Jingxu's words, and he looked up a little "begging to let go". "Ah, this one...... The poem is a good poem, but Du's memory is really ...... I'm ashamed to say it. Ouyang Dali Siqing don't be surprised. Du admittedly didn't mean it. Ouyang Marqing also asked the adults not to remember the villain, but Haihan Du is a certain one? ”

Du Runsheng was a little pitiful in Ouyang Jingxu's eyes.

But Ouyang Dali Siqing didn't plan to let go of this Du Hubu waiter, he was still sunny and harmless. It's like teaching a stupid child in his own family: "I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." ”

Du Runsheng didn't know what this person wanted to express at all, and looked at Ouyang Jingxu blankly, not looking like he wanted to cooperate with him at all.

For a while, I was angry and embarrassed.

Of course, Luo Yunyao, the initiator of the matter, couldn't sit idly by, and Master Shang Shuluo of the military department came out with a smile and laughed: "Brother Du, let's talk about what happened next, and then did Gongsun Xinxin and his little Xiucai lover be killed by the Green Forest bandits?" Or something else happened. He easily added a cup of tea to General Qin, and sighed again: "Little brother, I'm curious about this daffodil-like girl, Brother Du can't help but worry about my little brother's appetite." It's really excessive. ”

Ouyang Jingxu was still smiling gently, but he glanced sideways at Luo Yunyao, his face was a little gloomy and unhappy.

Luo Yunyao scowled at him, didn't he just disturb your bad taste, as for this prince who looked like he had been robbed of a small pet?

Du Runsheng was embarrassed, and finally waited for the steps given to him by God, and he was so grateful that he couldn't do it, and immediately walked down the steps non-stop: "This is my brother, my is not, this is Brother Hei Yao's atonement, and I hope Brother Yao will forgive." As for the narcissus-like grandson Xinxin girl......"

Those few rays of sunlight penetrated the verdant forest, and the originally transparent and beautiful deep forest with birds singing in the forest was penetrated by a few rays of sunlight, which stinged Gongsun Xinxin's eyes and made the deep forest even darker.

I don't know if the birds were scared away, or if it was just Gongsun Xinxin's illusion. Gongsun Xinxin looked at the dark forest in front of her, and couldn't tell whether the front was her favorite place or the back, and she couldn't find her yellow warbler or the big tree that once roost.

Gongsun Xinxin looked around blankly, but he didn't have the slightest intention of seizing the sunlight to come out of this deep forest.

Gongsun Xinxin thought that as long as she insisted, she would be able to return to the original area where there were yellow warblers singing and big trees with green leaves.

Gongsun Xinxin gritted her teeth, and the hot tears swirling in her eyes were now forced back by her.

She said to the bandit leader, "If you want money, I'll give it to you." If you want your life, take mine and let him go. ”

This voice is the characteristic of a slender and sharp woman. But I don't know if it was the firm determination in these words, or if these words were said by a determined person with all his strength.

All the people present were all surprised and shocked.

Everyone is a man, but in front of a helpless woman, they are shocked like children who have never seen the world.

The cowardly talent lover also looked up at Gongsun Xinxin blankly.

Halfway through, Gongsun Xinxin heard the voice that was similar to the voice of the other world calling her "Xinxin".