The poetry meeting finally ended with Chen Baichuan's drunkenness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Chen Baichuan chanted poetry a month ago, which shocked the Lin family and Lin Cong into incontinence, and made Daheng Wenlin a laughing stock; Chen is like a poet, drunk and vomiting thirteen poems, and the hall is full of talents. There were so many things that happened last night, which was enough for the scholars who participated in this poetry meeting to talk about it for many days after dinner.

After this night, Chen Baichuan will officially mark his own in the hearts of Daheng. He does not appear as Chen Rentu's younger brother, but as his own identity. Under the moon, there are more than 100 talents. Such an achievement is enough to make Chen Baichuan famous, at least he will be the headline of the imperial capital tomorrow. Maybe people with good deeds will also give Chen Baichuan a name, such as the poetry fairy under the moon, the poetry demon of the moon, and the like.

Pretending to be forced has a price, and the ancients did not deceive me. Chen Baichuan touched his head that was about to crack and sighed, he was not strong enough to drink, his body was weak, and his martial arts were not enough to force the wine out of his body. That vat of wine was poured alive, although the degree was not high, and a lot was spilled, but it was still not something that Chen Baichuan could bear.

Last night, I just thought about it and didn't think too much about it. Seeing the consequences at this time, Chen Baichuan felt a little regretful in his heart. For example, if you step on the talents present too much, it is inevitable that a few people with deep backgrounds will block themselves. For example, the "Murder Poem" is recited with murderous spirit, and so many people standing on the side will no one be able to see that he has martial arts?

However, it won't take long for these regrets to be left behind by Chen Baichuan, and he has always practiced a concept: regret will make people waste time, which will make them regret it even more. What was done last night is what is done, and whether it will cause a huge wave or a violent storm, he will only gladly bear it.

When he was sent back to Chen's Mansion last night, it was already late, and Chen Baichuan was drunk and unconscious. So the servant only wiped his face and hands, changed his clothes, and helped him to bed. Naturally, he didn't feel anything when he slept, but now that he was awake, Chen Baichuan suddenly felt sticky and disgusting, and his skin still smelled of sour wine. He had to take a shower.

After the servant arranged the bathing affairs, Chen Baichuan planted himself into the big wooden barrel. Hot water soaked his body, washing away the traces of smell left after a day of absurdity. The rising heat is like a cloud, and Chen Baichuan is naturally a happy fairy in the cloud.

It's so comfortable, taking a bath is really a great joy in life.

Chen Baichuan was living happily in the barrel, but the other person was waiting sadly under the willow.

It's not that Chen Baichuan didn't care about the hoarfrost, so he forgot to make an appointment with him, but the residual alcohol last night made his brain a little bad. At this time, soaking in the water, he was a little more sober.

It seems that something has been forgotten.

What did you forget?

A lot of things happened last night, but it was just a small pebble in Chen Baichuan's life, and he didn't care very much. Only when he met the white girl was the joy of last night, which made him feel that this trip to Daheng was the right one.

Wait, White Girl? Chen Baichuan knew what he had forgotten. He quickly got out of the tub, wiped himself clean, and got dressed and ready to go out.

After walking quickly out of the gate of Chen's mansion, Chen Baichuan completely lost his elegant demeanor and ran on the street.

His heart is very messy, is the white girl still there? How do you face the white girl if you're here, and what can you blame her for if you're not there? Yesterday was an early morning appointment, and it was noon not long after, and it was normal for the white girl to leave.

The more cranky he thought about it in his heart, the more Chen Baichuan felt that the white girl had already left and would not wait there. But he didn't stop. There are some things that you won't be willing to do if you don't see them with your own eyes. Chen Baichuan didn't want to leave his life with regrets.

Smoke and willows surround the stream, and the shadows of the trees float on the water. Finally arrived at the place where they met last night, Chen Baichuan panted and glanced around, there was no figure. Is it impossible after all? If you don't have a chance, why should you meet?

Before Chen Baichuan could finish sighing, a figure poked out from behind a big willow tree, which was white frost.

Although the spring sun is mild, it is still uncomfortable to bask for a long time, and Baishuang is also a person who cares about her appearance very much, for fear that her snow-colored skin will turn black, so she hides behind a tree to shade her. As soon as Frost heard footsteps, he came out to look.

Finally this time, she saw the person she wanted to wait for.

Waiting is a kind of torment, and the footsteps give Baishuang hope again and again, but it also disappoints her again and again. Why haven't you come yet? Forgotten? Won't it come?

White Frost told herself to wait here for a while, and if she didn't come again, she would leave. So this small meeting is constantly stretched, from the first dawn to the sun hanging, from full of expectations to full of grievances.

Chen Baichuan saw that the beauty was full of grievances and haggardness, and he hated himself to death.

What kind of heroes, what bird poems, and what kind of fart wine.

"I'm sorry, I ...... last night" Chen Baichuan wanted to apologize and explain, but was interrupted by his white girl.

The white girl had a few crystal tears in her eyes, and her body trembled a little: "I know, I don't blame you, I just want to say that you were very powerful last night, I just want to ...... Just ......"

Two lines of tears streamed down her face, and her body trembled even more. Baishuang stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, but he cried even more fiercely.

Chen Baichuan looked at the woman in front of him who was crying like pear blossoms and rain, and he was even more annoyed with himself.

He ran over and hugged the aggrieved little white rabbit into his arms, one hand brushing the soft black hair on the top of the little white rabbit's head. Fuck the men and women who don't kiss each other, Chen Baichuan put all this away, and just wanted to comfort the poor man who was still trembling in his arms.

After the poor man soaked the clothes on Chen Baichuan's shoulders, he finally realized his gaffe. She gently pushed Chen Baichuan away, and the blush on her snow-white skin made her a little cute.

Seeing that her mood was stable, Chen Baichuan wanted to make it clear how much he wanted to come to the appointment, he said to Baishuang: "Don't cry anymore, blame me for being my ...... last night."

Bai Shuang interrupted him again: "I don't blame you, I'm just afraid, afraid that you won't come......"

Chen Baichuan stopped talking, just hugged the white frost back into his arms and smelled the sweet smell on her body. The white frost has not yet reached the age of physical maturity, so naturally there will be no two soft balls squeezed in front of Chen Baichuan, but the girl is comfortable to hold after all, and Chen Baichuan even has the mind of getting drunk and gentle.

The two exchanged body temperatures for a long time, and the heat from the hoarfrost all rushed to the face, and the little face was terribly hot.

"Chen Gongzi, it's not good for us to be like this."

"Don't call me Gongzi in the future, call me Baichuan, okay?"

"Baichuan ......"

Hearing the white frost kitten call his name, Chen Baichuan's heart blossomed, and only people who are very familiar with it in this world will call him by his name.

"What do I call you, I can't keep calling you White Girl."

The white skirt was dyed golden in the sun, and the girl broke free from the boy's embrace and a smile bloomed on her tear-stained face.

"My name is White Frost, you call me Frost."