"The shit is so stinky that it hurts to vomit and diarrhea, so it's too late, please forgive me!" Wang Yan saluted everyone again.

If you don't look at Wang Yan's playful smile and look at Gao Ajunfeng's eyes, then Wang Yan's words and actions are absolutely respectful and sincere.

There was a sudden hint on everyone's faces, everyone knew that Wang Yan was insinuating, and he was talking about Gao A Junfeng.

"You-" Although Gao Ah Junfeng was the same as his Lao Tzu Gao Ah Naqiu, his brain was not very sufficient, but looking at the strange eyes of the people around him looking at him, he also understood in his heart that Wang Yan was scolding himself, and the smile on his face instantly froze on his face as if he had suddenly encountered the ice of eternity.

"Miss Zhao Jing, since everyone is here, let's go!" After Wang Yan finished saying this, he threw Gao A Junfeng a back of the head, and gave it to Zhao Jing without hesitation with gentle eyes and warm smile.

Zhao Jing was wearing a long aqua blue dress, her body was slender and slender, although she was not as plump and hot as Zhang Rong, but she stood there quietly, like a soft and beautiful daffodil, which made people feel at peace unconsciously.

"Okay." Zhao Jing said hello, and the corners of her lips rippled with a touching arc.

"Miss Zhao, please!" The smile on Wang Yan's face was even bigger, and he walked up to Zhao Jing and gracefully made a gesture of please.

Zhao Jing smiled reservedly and went first. Wang Yan smiled and followed her side, and walked towards the place where everyone had set a height.

Zhao Jingnai is the granddaughter of Zhao Yanshen, the king of Yiyang, and the daughter of the happy Mr. Zhao Zhongjiang.

My Fair Lady, a gentleman. Zhao Jing not only has an extraordinary family background, but also has a soft and gentle surname, virtuous and virtuous, so she is naturally the object of these sons' pursuits. It's a pity that although Zhao Jing seems to be weak as water on the outside, she is actually extremely strong in her heart, and her vision is very high.

Gao A Junfeng was very angry, since Wang Yan showed his majesty in the Zuiyue Tower, the jealousy and hatred in his heart for Wang Yan and Happy were as continuous as a surging river.

Wang Yan didn't know how much shit he had stepped on after worshipping the gods and Buddhas on that road, but he was able to make an amazing poem. Whether Wang Yan is a talent or a stupid person, Gao A Junfeng will not care, he is jealous that since Wang Yan's song "Qingping Tune", not only Zhang Lihua, who is seductive in the drunken moon building, favors Wang Yan, but even his dream lover, Zhao Jing, the goddess in his heart, has a different meaning when he looks at Wang Yan.

"Miss Zhao, the road is far away, and it's windy outside, so you better sit in the carriage!" Gao A Junfeng shook off his two stubby thighs, ran to Zhao Jing with an earnest smile on his face, and said while pointing to a luxurious carriage not far away.

"Master Gao, the beautiful scenery on the side of the road will not be appreciated in a while. Besides, Zhao Jing is not a weak person, the weather is so good today, let's walk forward, chant poetry and enjoy the scenery, isn't it beautiful? Zhao Jing looked at Gao Ajunfeng with gentle eyes, and there was a hint of alienation in his tone.

"It's good, it's good!" Gao A Junfeng smiled, but he was bitter in his heart, and his illusion of wanting to share a car with a beautiful woman was shattered. This trip of about three miles may not be a big deal for others, but for a guy with a huge tonnage like him, it is definitely an inhuman torture.

Although Gao A Junfeng was reluctant in his heart, he could only have a happy smile on his face.

Gao Ajunfeng's thought in his heart, how could Wang Yan not know, thinking of his fat body sweating profusely and wheezing like a dead dog, he couldn't help but smile.

The people who know you best are not your friends but your enemies.

This sentence was interpreted in Wang Yan and Gao A Junfeng. Wang Yan smiled, Gao A Junfeng knew that there was no trace of kindness in that smile, of course, even if Wang Yan's sincere and kind smile was strange in Gao A Junfeng's eyes.

But in front of the beauty, Gao A Junfeng could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart and greet the female members of the Wang family. Seeing Wang Yan scratching his bag and holding the white feather fan, Gao A Junfeng's eyes showed a touch of disdain, and then as if he was playing a trick, he took out a fan made of fine white satin from his wide sleeves.

As soon as the fan was taken out, it instantly attracted everyone's attention. Whether it is the feather fan that Wang Yan used to pretend to be forced, or the fan used to fan the cool, none of these wealthy sons and brothers are unusual. But it is Gao A Junfeng who takes out the fan, which is strange, especially the white fan surface There is a pair of words, which is the popular italic font at the moment, the handwriting is neat and strong, and every stroke is quite the essence of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, reflecting the depth of the skill of the person who writes.

Since the Eastern Jin Dynasty calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi, the literati's preference for calligraphy has gradually prevailed. Although the Northern Qi Dynasty is located in the north, where there are many ethnic minorities, and the development of Han culture is slower than that in the south, the pursuit of beauty is the natural surname of human beings, and as the political and cultural center of the Northern Qi Dynasty, calligraphy is also sought after by literati and ink writers.

Feeling the surprised gazes of everyone looking at him, Gao A Junfeng couldn't help but have a smug smile on his face. He wasted a lot of effort to get this word, and the purpose was naturally to fight Wang Yan, who was holding a bare feather fan and surpassed Zhuge Kongming and Zhou Gongjin in a dashing manner.

Wang Yan looked at the excellent handwriting on Gao A Junfeng's fan, and couldn't help but feel that the fan in his hand was a little hot, and then looked at Zhao Jing's eyes staring at the handwriting, Wang Yan couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy in his heart.

"Brother Wang, you were in too much of a hurry before, and you actually took the wrong fan." Just when Wang Yan was a little embarrassed, a happy and gentle voice came.

Wang Yan looked at Happy in surprise, and saw that Happy had two more fans in his hand at some point, although he had never seen them, but they should be called fans.

Happy that in his hand were two folding fans, one of which was spread out on his chest and gently fanned elegantly and chicly, and the other was folded and handed to Wang Yan. The fan bone of the fan is made of bamboo, and the fan surface is a fine white silk silk, on which a poem is written in thin gold font, which is the "Qingping Tune" that made Wang Yan once in the limelight.

The folding fan was something that only began to flourish in the Tang Dynasty, and Xing Xing has always believed that the role of this thing is far beyond its intention to enjoy the coolness.

The eyes that originally belonged to Gao A Junfeng were attracted by happiness, especially the excellent thin gold body, which is different from Wang Xizhi's italic characters that the world is vying to depict, but it definitely carries everyone's demeanor, which makes people's eyes shine, as if entering another world.

When Xingxing stuffed the fan in his hand into Wang Yan's hand, the latter was still a little stunned, and looked directly at the fan in Xingxing's hand.

When Zhao Jing's gaze fell on Xingxing, his eyes couldn't help but burst into a bright color. Since the song "Qingping Tune" in Zuiyue Tower came out, the entire Yecheng has been boiling. At this stage where poetry is still in the stage of development, the masterpiece of Shixian Taibai is undoubtedly like a storm, sweeping the entire Yecheng boundary.

While Wang Yan enjoys being famous, he also has to accept the troubles brought by being famous, such as the hatred of straw bales such as Gao A Junfeng, and the Chu Chu Fang heart of Boss Xue's superb daughter.

Zhao Jing was born in a scholarly family, and had a good upbringing since childhood, under the influence of her brilliant father and grandfather, she was well-read and well-read. Therefore, she doesn't look down on Gao Junfeng's prodigal son, but in a political tycoon, she also has to make false promises with these people, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to the family.

How can there be a girl who does not have spring, and Zhao Jing is naturally no exception.

It's just that in her heart, her Ruyi Langjun not only has to be talented, but also has to learn to be rich and rich, and he must have the spirit of a man. Although Wang Yan is very smart, his surname lacks some stability and lacks literary talent. How could the smart Zhao Jing not feel Wang Yan's admiration, it was just that the falling flowers were intentionally ruthless.

But since the appearance of "Qingping Tune", Zhao Jing's impression of Wang Yan has changed greatly, but with a woman's intuition, Zhao Jing thinks that the poem is not written by Wang Yan, but may be written by the handsome and beautiful son next to him.

In order to prove her guess, Zhao Jing even disguised herself and went to Zuiyue Tower, but she didn't expect to encounter a scene that made her feel ashamed, and she was happy to kiss the woman on the street, especially since the woman was a Fengyue woman.

Although the happy Meng Lang made his impression in Zhao Jing's mind plummet, the clear eyes that he looked at her with pleasure, and the calm and decisive behavior that he occasionally showed in his gestures, hooked the curiosity in her heart again.

"Brother Wang, it's not too early, let's go quickly!" Xing Xing gently pushed Wang Yan and reminded.

Wang Yan let out an "oh", suppressed the doubts in his heart, opened the folding fan "swish", covered the entire chest, showed a wind-scratching smile on his face, looked at Gao A Junfeng with a somewhat ugly face proudly, and said loudly: "Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, ahahaha!" ”