I also heard Yan Qing say that Song Ting was still locked up in Dali Temple, and Master Li immediately said: "When the Son of Heaven comes to my house in the future, I will intercede for him, you can rest assured."

got the promise, Yan Qing was overjoyed, said goodbye, and then said goodbye, saying that he would go back to restore his life.

At this time, the sky was dark, and night fell, Master Li asked Yan Qing to go back after dinner, Yan Qing just shook his head, lifted the bamboo curtain and walked out of the house, and went out.

Master Li neither forced him to have dinner, nor did he send him out, but he owed the money and said lightly that he would keep it, obviously, he didn't have the same good impression of Yan Qing as before.

After Yan Qing left, Master Li held the rice paper in a pair of white jade hands, stared at the neat and beautiful handwriting on the paper with beautiful eyes, read it over and over again, couldn't help but have his lips blooming, his eyes were full of joy, and he muttered to himself: "The words are also beautiful, and the artistic conception of the words is also excellent, if it is really a beautiful man, I will definitely want him to be my blue-faced confidant."

…

Yan Qing returned to the hut of Dali Temple to resume his life, and Song Ting didn't seem very happy when he heard that Master Li was willing to help with this, but just nodded slightly.

Thinking of that eternal poem, his flesh hurts...... Although it is not his original, but at the right time, take it out and pretend to be forced, and taste the sweetness of a blockbuster, which is also quite cool, and now it is good, and he gave the copyright to Master Li, how can he not be painful?

After seeing Yan Qing leave, Song Ting looked at the jade toad outside the small iron window that was getting brighter and brighter, and couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, I have a good song that has been passed down through the ages......"

However, compared to being able to meet Zhen'er as soon as possible, a poem is nothing, just give it to her Master Li, maybe only in her singing voice can it be widely spread, and it can be regarded as a beautiful thing.

Thinking of this, I didn't feel any pain, but looked forward to reuniting with Zhen'er and them as soon as possible. Zhen'er knelt for him for a day and a night, owed her too much, said that she would take care of her for the rest of her life, but now she asked her to send clothes and food to take care of herself, and she really didn't want to go......

Look outside, the faint moonlight is shrouded in the black curtain, as if there is a layer of white light, and the unstoppable thoughts are flowing......

There was nothing to say all night, and Zhao Yuanzhen came very early the next day, just after midnight.

It's still a plum red food box, it's still a ghost sword, it's still yesterday's dress, the only difference is that there is a little less golden step on the head.

The accompanying Phantom Sword had a "I don't know anything" expression on his face. Of course, she wouldn't know that at this time, this golden step had already been inserted into Master Li's head......

Yesterday, Xiaoman clapped her hands and said, "These are all princesses don't want", and she wanted to shout a little: "But, I'm holding the one on the dresser!" But she is a face-saving person, how can she admit that she has done something wrong......

"Ghost Sword, your face is a little unpleasant? Why do you blush? After Song Ting and the princess's wife stared at each other, they noticed that something was not quite right with her, and couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, you two are here to talk to me, who doesn't blush when they see it?" Well, it can't be admitted to be killed...... Youjian made up his mind and simply walked away, the farther away from this loving imitation couple, the better.

Zhao Yuanzhen looked at her obliquely, and couldn't help but smile at Song Ting, the moment his beautiful eyes narrowed, he was so drunk that he wanted to kiss her on the lips...... Oh, damn bars!

"Xianggong, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Song Ting holding his head and looking in pain, Zhao Yuanzhen asked distressedly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Song Ting said with a smile.

"Still saying it's okay? Did it hurt? Come, I'll rub ......" Zhao Yuanzhen stretched out his slender jade hand, walked through the small iron window, rubbed his head gently, and said while rubbing it: "Today is the fourteenth, tomorrow is the fifteenth day of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival." Tomorrow night, Zhen'er will spend it with her father-in-law, okay? ”

Song Ting took her hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and stared at her, "It's cold, sleep at home, I'll spend a good time with you next year, and I'll only come to Japan." ”

Zhao Yuanzhen's slender jade hand was held by him, hearing that he felt so sorry for himself, an intoxicating expression appeared on his face, smiled sweetly, and said: "This is my first Mid-Autumn Festival with Xianggong, no matter what, I also want to spend it with Xianggong, tomorrow I will wear more, let's drink together and enjoy the moon, talk about poetry and music, isn't it?" Although Zhen'er's attainments in this area are not as superb as Xianggong's, I know that Xianggong will not dislike Zhen'er, Xianggong, am I right? ”

Song Ting took her hand, his eyes were just staring at her, and he took the opportunity to kiss her hand before saying, "Zhen'er is right. Zhen'er's attainments in poetry and music are actually much higher than mine, and what I told you is actually not my original ......."

"Oh, whether it's Yuanchuang or Fangchuang, as long as it's written by Xianggong, it must be excellent. Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, can you see the masterpieces again? Zhao Yuanzhen talked a lot, once her heart opened, she had a thousand words to say to him.

Song Ting patted his head, he really regretted giving the eternal term to Master Li, and how good it was to take it out to make the princess's wife laugh happily! It's a pity, it's a pity!

"Tomorrow? I'll talk about it tomorrow......"

"Well, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Zhao Yuanzhen smiled, and asked with beautiful eyes: "Xianggong, what kind of mooncakes are you going to eat tomorrow?"

"I want to think about it...... Ghee-flavored, crunchy, crispy...... Red bean flavored, sweet, greasy ......"

"There are also plum blossom flavors, chrysanthemum flavors, five-kernel flavors, ......"

"Well, yes......"

“……”

Listening to the endless appearance of these two people, you and me, Youjian couldn't help but bang his head against the wall, like pounding garlic......

Finally at noon, Zhao Yuanzhen and Song Tingyi said goodbye, "Xianggong, I'll come back tomorrow night, you and I will sleep well, I'll bring the lamp over tomorrow night, and accompany you to have a long chat with candles, hehe." ”

After she finished speaking, she smiled playfully with her tongue out.

Song Ting couldn't help but be stunned, the princess's wife still had such a cute side...... Chatting for a day, it's like it's all night.

The point is, he's still closed, through the iron door, just able to talk to him, as for that happy?

…

After the princess's wife left, Song Jiang came to report the progress of the matter, and as expected, Cai Jing and Tong Guan still accepted Song Jiang's 100,000 bribes!

But think about it, 100,000 yuan! Who can't be tempted?

Song Jiang also said that Cai Jing encountered a little trouble there, but it was solved with a little trick.

Then he told Song Ting that his "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was gone......

"Gone? Why is it gone? Song Ting was surprised.

"It's for Master Cai." Song Jiang was very calm.

Song Ting's flesh hurts for a while, my Chinese painting......

I thought of that eternal poem again.

Hey, my noun......

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