"Phew, Wang Yan, you study with me in the same class, and you know very well that this poem is definitely not written by you!" Gao A Junfeng was very determined, his tone was resolute, and at the same time, he also revealed a trace of sourness.

Wang Yan asked loudly: "Gao Ah Junfeng, don't be honest, you said that this son's poem was stolen, is there any evidence?" ”

"This poem is really good, I've never heard it before!"

"Yes, at this time, I found out that Wang Yan is a middle master!"

"Maybe in the near future, there will be a mission like Xie Lingyun in our Daqi!"

……

The people downstairs also started talking, not loud, but they could still be heard clearly on the second floor.

The more Gao Ajunfeng listened, the more annoyed he became, and his heart was full of jealousy, and he wanted to tear Wang Yan apart. But he couldn't find evidence of Wang Yan's piracy, so he could only clench his fists, his eyes were red, staring at Wang Yan's direction, and he couldn't stop cursing in his heart.

Seeing that Gao A Junfeng had nothing to say, Wang Yan's heart was full of satisfaction, he came out of the private room, looked at the woman in black with a smile on his face, shook the feather fan very chicly, and asked, "Miss Lihua is still satisfied with this son's poem?" ”

"The prince is very capable, and the slave family admires it tightly." The woman in black's water-cut eyes were full of smiles, and her eyes as gentle as water could melt even a stubborn stone.

Wang Yan smiled and did not answer. He is responsible for the attack on Gao A Junfeng, but this poem is actually not written by him, and he will not get carried away and be complacent because of it.

"I don't know which son has a masterpiece to offer, so that everyone can taste together, learn together, and make progress together!" The soft gaze of the woman in black slowly swept over everyone, and her voice was as quiet as ever, with a slight trill, straight to the bottom of her heart.

The poet immortal Li Bai, in terms of attainments in poetry, throughout history, there are few people who can surpass him. Although this poem was written by him to praise Yang Guifei's beauty and pat on the back, the wording and courage of the whole poem are quite outstanding.

Everyone was quiet, and no one wrote poetry, after all, good poetry is in front of them, and if you can't get something decent, it will be a big ugly thing.

"Poetry and poetry all need inspiration. Presumably, you sons are in a hurry here, and it is normal that they can't make works that surpass Wang Gongzi in a hurry. The concubine body said before that she will play another song today, thank Gao Ah Gongzi and Wang Gongzi for selling the concubine's thin face, and it will also be the end of the poetry meeting! ”

After the woman in black finished speaking, she sat upright on the embroidery pier, her body straight, making the things on her chest appear fuller and fuller. The woman in black gently stroked the plucking with her soft and slender hand, making a tinkling sound like the impact of a ring, and the sound was round and jade, which made people obsessed and intoxicated.

This time, Xing Xing seemed to close his eyes slightly, indulging in the beautiful sound of the piano, but in fact, he had raised his perception to the extreme, and the true qi of the immortal essence in his body was flowing throughout his body, carefully feeling the changes in the sound of the piano.

"Sure enough." After a while, Wei Huan's eyes suddenly opened, and the two essences disappeared in a flash.

It can make a professionally trained dragon group elite let down his vigilance, and the vocal music he is addicted to is by no means pure vocal music, and he has always suspected that there is a hint of charm and hypnosis in this sound, but when he feels it carefully, it is true.

The most powerful thing is that it can mobilize your emotions and take you into the dreams you weave or the best things in your memory, so that you can't extricate yourself. Looking at Wang Yan who seemed to be sleeping in his mother's arms around him, and the people downstairs who were wandering around the world, with joy, excitement or happy smiles on their faces, they were happy to know that their guess was good.

Where does she come from? What is the purpose?

Happy kept thinking about it, according to Wang Yan, this woman in black named Lihua came to Zuiyue Tower for only a month, and she conquered everyone with her unique piano skills and talents, and became a well-deserved Oiran.

Happy heart turned his mind, but his face was calm, his eyes narrowed, forming a slit, covering the sharp and deep light in his eyes, with a faint smile on his face, as if enjoying the beautiful sound of the piano, but also seemed to be intoxicated in his own heart.

"Well, is that the end of it?" Wang Yan came to his senses, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, sighed a little lost, and set his eyes on that side of the stage, except for the low table and the show, the woman in black had long since disappeared.

Everyone woke up one after another, sighing at the superb piano skills of the woman in black, and complaining that time was too short.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the daughters of the slave family are carefully dressed up and looking forward to your love! But those of you who have no conscience, your mind is all on Lihua's body. How can you bear to break the hearts of the other daughters of the slave family, how do you tell them to live! Zhang's mother's voice seemed to have a magnetic surname, and it instantly attracted the attention of the male surnames in the audience.

Zhang's mother walked onto the stage gracefully, her plump and full body was undoubtedly exposed, waving her arms and raising her hands, with all kinds of charms, a smile and a smile, all with seductive charm, that kind of mature and seductive charm couldn't help but tickle the string in the depths of her heart, stimulating the hormone secretion of the male surname to accelerate the secretion.

"Mother Zhang, what you said is wrong, my mind is no longer on Miss Lihua, it's all on you! In my heart, you are the most beautiful, why don't we be a loving couple tonight, do you think? A rough voice sounded, but it was a richly dressed rich businessman, staring at Zhang's mother with burning eyes, as if he wanted to tear her clothes apart, and the **naked** was revealed.

Zhang's mother Yixi threw a wink in shame and said, "You bad person! The ground will coax people! As long as you dare to come, don't dislike the slave family, the slave family should serve sincerely! Zhang's mother had a shy pink on her face, and the corners of her eyes were full of flattery.

The laughing man laughed dryly, did not answer, and could only swallow his saliva continuously. He really wanted to pounce on and have a good time with Zhang's mother, but he had to hold back his **, compared to life, the hunger and thirst in the lower body was still bearable.

No one knows how old Zhang's mother is. Her appearance now is exactly the same as when the Drunken Moon Tower was established in Yecheng twelve years ago. The years do not seem to have left any mark on this woman, who is as beautiful as ever, mature and seductive.

Although she was so beautiful and seductive, no one dared to really be happy with her. It is rumored that Zhang's mother fell ill when she was young, and she became the mother of Zuiyuelou from a smash hit Oiran who was lonely.

There was a foreign businessman who didn't believe in evil and couldn't control his **, and after a night of fun with Zhang's mother, he suddenly changed to the terrible flower willow disease, not only did his family wealth come to naught, but he lost his surname in vain. Since then, the people who come to the drunken moon building to look for flowers and ask willows, although they often laugh and frolic with Zhang's mother, no one dares to really be with them.

"Daughters, they're all out, let you sons and uncles love you well!" Zhang's mother "giggled", waved the brocade in her hand, and her waist twisted like a water snake, trying her best to mobilize the fire in the man's heart.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Suddenly, the ladies who dispersed at the beginning of the poetry meeting were like flowers and butterflies, their skirts were flying, and the warblers and swallows came downstairs, or charming, or cold-eyed, or gentle, in a thousand postures, dazzling, and scratching their hearts.

"Wang Gongzi, my Miss Lihua is invited." At this moment, a delicate-looking girl came to the happy private room and said softly.

"Oh? Hehe, okay, let's go, let's go! Wang Yan was so excited that he knocked over the cup on the table, shook his head happily, and looked forward to the faceless Lihua in his heart.

Seeing that Happy followed behind Wang Yan, the girl did not object, and led the two of them down the corridor to Lihua's boudoir.

Gao A Junfeng led Hu Jun and Wang Meng out of the door, and happened to be opposite Wang Yan and happy. Looking at Wang Yan's smug and arrogant appearance, Gao Ajun didn't come out of his anger, snorted heavily, glanced at Wang Yan angrily and hatefully, then walked downstairs, and hurriedly walked out of the Zuiyue Tower.

His attendant Hu Jun looked at the joy of being dressed in white, showing curious and puzzled eyes, this young man in white he was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. For the joy, he couldn't help but pay attention, after all, the enemy's friend is also the enemy.

Happy and happy followed the girl all the way to the fourth floor and was invited into the boudoir of the woman in black. It is a suite with a large living room in front of it, separated from the bedroom by a beaded curtain. The décor in the room is not luxurious, but it is very elegant and looks very comfortable.

When Wang Yanhe happily entered the room, Lihua was still wearing a black gauze skirt with black gauze covering her face.

"Miss Lihua, under Wang Yan, this is polite!" Wang Yan held a feather fan in his hand, with a warm smile on his face, and saluted respectfully.

"Hello Miss Lihua, I'm glad to be here." Happy also bowed, the expression on his face was faint, and his eyes were clear.

"Concubine Zhang Lihua, I have seen two sons." The woman in black said with a smile.

"Your name is Zhang Lihua?" Happy face changed and exclaimed.

"yes, what's wrong, Mr. Gao?" Zhang Lihua, a woman in black, asked puzzled.

Wang Yan also looked at him happily in puzzlement, this was the first time he had seen this always indifferent brother change his face.

"I'm messy." Happy would love to say that.