Invited the three talents and He Zhu to come, naturally in order to let them write a few popular lyrics, with Zhao Yougong on the side, soft and hard, coupled with Nian Nu'er's crisp voice, the four talents are always embarrassed to eat a meal of white food.

Night soon fell, and the Bianliang River began to be lively again, but at this time, only Zhao Yougong and Nian Nu'er were left in the boudoir, and even Xiao Tan was driven outside to prepare for food. Zhao Yougong has never been a good person, the four talented people left new words, and he was kicked out of Chufang Building for various reasons, of course, it is not that he is ruthless, but who knows if these new words can work? If you really help Nian Nu'er get the kui, you can thank them face to face, in short, you can't get used to them now.

For Zhao Yougong's domineering and unreasonable scoundrel style, Nian Nu'er can't say anything, even if she says it, Zhao Yougong won't listen. Lighting a candle, Nian Nu'er reclined in front of the desk, still holding a thin blue book in her hand.

Zhao Yougong looked at a few pieces of paper on the case, and scratched his head while looking at it, "Nian Nu'er, how about Hou Yuxin's "Dotting Lips"?" 'The eyes are full of lead, and the clouds go with the spring breeze. In the drizzle of the ballad, there are only funeral flower people. Acacia in the dream, after the wind and rain in the old garden, the grass is singing. The crow cries blood, and the sword dances to the sunset. ’”

Zhao Yougong read in a rough voice, a prodigal county king who doesn't learn and has no skills, can he understand poetry well? In the end, it has to be handed over to Niannu'er to judge.

Although her eyes kept staring at the book in her hand, Nian Nu'er had been listening, and when Zhao Yougong finished reading, she twitched her little nose and frowned slightly, "It's a funeral flower again, and it's crying blood, and it's very sad to hear it, how can it?" ”

"Yes" Zhao Yougong nodded respectfully, Hou Yuxin is really, people read slaves but want to compete for Oiran, you write new words like mourning the dead people, isn't this a pit people, no wonder Nian slaves are so unhappy.

"It's okay" crumpled Hou Yuxin's ink treasure into a paper ball and threw it on the ground, "What about Bai Hanrui's "Sauvignon Blanc"? 'The grass is green, the moon is bright. The smoke and rain have not woken up, and the world is a slur. The old river ling, the old people. Monopolize the wind and moon through the window lattice, two lamps in the lone light', this should be okay, someone has a moon and a lamp! ”

Listening to this word, it is full of a sense of loneliness, how can this be sung to others? No, no," Nian Nu'er shook her head and sighed, but her eyes were still looking at the book in her hand.

Not yet? Zhao Yougong was not discouraged, kneaded a paper ball and continued, "That Fang Tengmou's "Camellia" should be okay, right?" 'The delicate flowers are intoxicated with the grass mist, and the cloud trees are full of red. The lonely sunset is green and the mountains are red. Jinma Yuyuan went to the dream, and the Jinpa Yaoji Building was empty. Leaving alone the infatuated double mandarin ducks, drunk with the east wind. ’”

"Well, words are beautiful, but infatuated people can't end up married, isn't it sad? No, no, no! ”

"Still not working?" Zhao Yougong was dumbfounded, if Fang Tengmou's masterpiece didn't work, only He Zhu's "Qingyu Case" would be left, "Ling Bo is not Hengtang Road, but he will see and Fangchen go." Who is the year of Jinsehua? Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window, only Spring Knowledge. Feiyun is in the twilight, and the color pen has a new question to break the intestines. If you ask how much leisure is it? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains! ”

Zhao Yougong, as a traverser, naturally understood how wonderful He Zhu's masterpiece was, and because of this, he shook the ink treasure in his hand, and said with a smile, "Did you hear it, Nian Nu'er, Old Man He's words should be fine, right?" ”

Nian Nu'er sat up, stretched her arms lazily, and supported the case with her elbows, she still pouted and shook her head, "He Tong's words are good, but they still can't let the slave family overpower the master!" ”

"Hey, Nian Nu'er, what do you mean, since you also said that Old Man He's words are good, why do you say that you can't compare to Master Li?"

Zhao Yougong was a little anxious, he didn't seem to have any patience all the time, Nian Nu'er frowned, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there were two more small dimples on his pink cheeks, "The king of the county doesn't know, recently the official family has made a new word for the teacher, and the teacher got a "Man Jianghong" from the halal layman!" ”

"So what? The words of the official family are comparable to those of Old Man He? ”

"Luo Qisheng is fragrant and delicate in spring. Jin Lian opened 6 seas, Yandu City. Baoyu looked back at Cui Fengqing. The east wind blows and blows the stars in the middle of the sky. Wanjing He Shengping. The song is full of flowers, and the moon follows the people. The dragon tower is a little jade light. Xiao Shaoyuan, Gao Yan in Pengying" chanted gently, Nian Nu'er held a thin book in his hand, covering half of his delicate face, "King of the county, this is the new work of the official family "Little Heavy Mountain", although the slave family does not want to admit it, but He Tongju's word is definitely not comparable to the official family, let alone Zhou Jushi's "Man Jianghong"? ”

The pair of beautiful eyes blinked slightly, Nian Nu'er was waiting, but now Zhao Yougong didn't reply for a long time, and after a closer look, it turned out that the little county king was crazy again.

"King Jun, can you listen to what the slave family said?"

Wiping the water stains from the corners of his mouth, Zhao Yougong quickly sat up straight, "Listen, Nian Nu'er, what do you say?" This doesn't work, that doesn't work, is there anyone who can compare to Old Man He? Zhao Yougong racked his brains and thought about it, but he still couldn't think of anyone who could compare to He Zhu and Zhou Bangyan, unless Xin Qiji's goods could pop out early.

Although the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty have already been chaotic, and the chaos is completely different from the last years of the Northern Song Dynasty in history, at least Zhao Yougong has not heard of a person named Xin Qiji in the Great Song Dynasty.

Pouting, Nian Nu'er actually smiled, put the book in her hand on the table, she put her hands together, and said a little easily, "The slave family doesn't know what to do, anyway, the slave family can't get the Oiran, and the county king can't get the slave family!" ”

"If you read the slave, aren't you afraid that this king will come hard?"

"Giggles, the king of the county can try it, see if the slave family will be afraid?" Nian Nu'er was still smiling, she supported her chin, her pink neck was as white as snow, her skin was like congealed fat, and her delicate nose was oozing a little sweat, which made people feel the urge to rush up and take a bite. The eyebrows are picturesque, the pink is like a mountain, this beautiful woman is really a demon.

"Count you as powerful, the king will help you with the problem of words, but you don't want to play the king!"

"King Jun, the slave family doesn't have the courage to lie to you!"

"Humph!" Zhao Yougong grinned, Nian Nu'er has changed too much, sometimes mature and steady, sometimes naughty and cute, I really don't know whether to believe her or not. There was nothing to do, only then did I notice the book that Nian Nu'er was reading, and when I turned over the cover, Zhao Yougong's brows wrinkled without a trace, it turned out to be "Luo Weaving Sutra". This book is edited by Junchen, a cool official during the anniversary of Tang Wu, and the whole article is about how to forge evidence and fabricate dark books about crimes, Di Renjie was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat when he read this book, I really didn't expect that Nian Nu'er, a ** woman, would like this kind of book.

Surprised in his heart, Zhao Yougong looked towards the inner room almost uncontrollably, but unfortunately there was a screen in front of the door, and he really wanted to see what was hidden in the inner room where Nian Nu'er was resting.

After three o'clock, Zhao Yougong left the building with a smile on his face, but after leaving, he still looked back at the small window.

In the boudoir, Nian Nu'er reached out and stroked the "Luo Weaving Sutra" on the table, although she was not sure if the little county king saw anything, but at least she knew that the little county king was definitely not the kind of person who did not learn and did not know how to learn, how could he understand the power of "Luo Weaving Sutra"? The little king thought that no one had noticed his expression, but she was not a stupid person.

"Hehe, my little county king, the slave family really likes you more and more!"

This night is bright and bright with a faint yellow halo, and tomorrow will be either windy or cloudy. After returning from the Fang Building, Zhao Yougong threw Da Zhuang to Su Ying? s, and couldn't wait to run into the house. The pair of sisters seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and the candle flame was extinguished, and it was inevitable that there would be another battle between Hu Tian and Haiti. Ayara was scattered, the powder tent was leisurely, and the three flesh worms were tightly intertwined, and they fell asleep unconsciously.

The night is intoxicating, especially the night of the Bianliang River, the night here is always accompanied by a little red dust, wrapped in some tenderness and honey.

At three o'clock, the bustling Bianliang River also fell silent, the door of the building was still open, and a red lantern was still hanging by the window of Xiaoxuan on the third floor. The spring breeze blew, the lanterns swayed in the wind, and the candles flickered and flickered, but they were not extinguished.

People were asleep, but a black figure cautiously came to the downstairs of the Nian Fang Building, which was facing the fence upstairs, and looked up at the window of Nian Nu'er's room. Since the window is in the outhouse, and it is a warm spring, Xiaotan will not close the window.

After looking left and right to make sure that no one was there, the black shadow looked up. The man was dressed in black, and even wore a strange black hood on his head, revealing only his eyes and mouth. After looking at it for a while, the man in black exhaled lightly, and his body jumped violently, and he jumped up a few feet into the air like a swallow, and he grabbed the window edge with one hand, and rolled over and ran into the room like a tanuki.

Xiaotan slept soundly in the house, and the little girl didn't know what she dreamed, her mouth clicked gently, she slept so sweetly, but she didn't know that there was a guest looking at her all day at this time.

took out a letter from his arms and threw it in Xiao Tan's arms, the man in black was not in a hurry to leave, he bypassed the screen, and after making sure that Nian Nu'er was asleep, he gently pushed the door open. Of course, the door was open, but it didn't bother the man in black at all.

When the curtain fell, you could still see Nian Nu'er lying on the couch sleeping sweetly, and the man in black was afraid of making too much noise, so he carefully searched the house, and then quietly retreated.

Closing the door, the man in black quickly left the building along the window.

On the bank of the Bianliang River, the willows are still around, in the spring breeze, the water is rippling, and a black shadow is running quickly, he is like an afterimage, running towards the dark locust forest.

The black shadow had to run towards the locust forest, because as soon as he left the building, he was targeted

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