After writing it, Xiao Mo folded the paper on which the poem was written, then wrapped it in an envelope, and then handed it to Zhou Ji. ｛｝

During the whole process, Zhou Ji and the three of them didn't speak, thinking about Xiao Mo's poem in their hearts.

Obviously, this is a poem by Xiao Mo to express his longing for the princess, "I want to send colored notes without a ruler, and the mountains and rivers know where" is what it means, I want to write to you, but I don't know where to send it!

What shocked Zhou Ji and the three of them, of course, was not this sentence, put away the envelope, Zhou Ji shook his head, and said to Li Zhun: "This Ziheng, the words that come at your fingertips, all make this king ashamed!" ”

"Last night the west wind withered the green trees...... Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world! Li Zhun recalled the deepest sentence of the image, then shook his head and said: "Good words, good words, when a big white is floating!" ”

"Yes!" Zhou Ji nodded, and then shouted: "Come on, serve wine!" ”

Then there was a servant outside, and at this time, Xiao Mo came to Zhou Ji, saluted the three of them, and then said goodbye.

"Huh...... Ziheng, if you are free in the future, come to the palace for a walk! Zhou Ji laughed at Xiao Mo, afraid that Xiao Mo would think that his sentence was just a polite remark, and deliberately added: "After all, this king is also a royal person, and here in this king, there is more news about the princess!" ”

Although he is surnamed Wang, who dares to say that Zhou Ji is not a royal person?

Xiao Mo nodded, thanked Zhou Ji, and then left the palace.

"This son is indeed talented, and he has the legacy of Wei and Jin!" After Xiao Mo left, Zhou Ji praised Li Zhun and Xie Yan.

"This butterfly love flower, the first half is gentle, and the second half is atmospheric! has the true taste in the words, worthy of Xiao Ziheng! Li Zhun also praised it.

Only Xie Yan sat there with a sullen face, drinking tea cup by cup!

After leaving the palace, Xie Yan returned home, thinking about Xiao Mo's poem, and happened to meet his son Xie Yun.

"Father is back!" When Xie Yun saw Xie Yan, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and his neck shrunk.

"Hmm!" Xie Yan nodded, and then asked, "Is Yun Jing at home?" ”

"Alas!" Xie Yun shook his head and said, "I came back sullenly in the morning, and as soon as I got home, I locked myself in my room, father...... It's really not okay to go on like this, this girl didn't come back all night last night! ”

"Huh?" Xie Yan was surprised and asked, "Is there such a thing?" ”

"Hmm!" Xie Yun nodded, stepped aside, and then walked behind Xie Yan.

"How did you become a father? ......"I wanted to scold Xie Yun for a few words, but Xie Yan thought about it and felt that letting Xie Yun discipline Xie Yunjing was a little embarrassing for Xie Yun, if the means were too tough, Xie Yunjing would definitely resist if she was such a big person, and in the end she would still quarrel, and if she quarreled with herself, it would add a lot of trouble.

Forget it, let's go see it for yourself!

"Where did Yun Jing spend the night last night?" Before leaving, Xie Yan asked.

"Xiao family......" Xie Yun replied with his head down.

"Hmph, Xiao family!" Xie Yan frowned and snorted coldly.

This Xiao Mo, who was a childhood sweetheart with the princess, came to provoke his granddaughter again, is it really easy to provoke the Xie family?

Xie Yan's face turned pale, and then he walked towards Xie Yunjing's room with his hands behind his back, but found that the door was closed, and Xie Yan had no choice but to knock on the door.

"Who? Miss Ben is nowhere to be seen now! ”

Xie Yunjing's voice came from the room, and it seemed that she was not in a good mood now.

"It's me!" Xie Yan said with a straight face.

Then the door opened, Xie Yunjing stood inside the door, looked at Xie Yan and shouted, "Grandpa......"

"Hmm!" Xie Yan grimaced, walked in with his hands behind him, and said, "Close the door!" ”

"Oh!" Xie Yunjing nodded, then closed the door and sat down beside Xie Yan.

"Go, get pen and paper!" Xie Yan took a sip of Xie Yunjing, and then knocked on her forehead: "Stinky girl, you have learned not to go home at night, what is a girl doing when she goes to someone else's house?" ”

"Grandpa...... I, I'm at the eighth sister's ......"

Xie Yunjing explained with a red face, but Xie Yan ignored her, and after taking the pen and paper, she spread it on the table, and then thought for a while, and wrote down the words that Xiao Mo wrote to Yun Xue.

"Ju sorrow Yanlan weeps and dew......" Xie Yunjing read softly on the paper, and when she read 'Last night's west wind withered green trees', Xie Yunjing's eyes suddenly lit up and looked at Xie Yan in surprise.

"Grandpa, is this your new word?"

"What? What do you think of this song? ”

"This word ......" Xie Yunjing laughed, nodded and said, "Very good!" Hehe, grandpa's words are getting better and better, they are all comparable to Xiao Mo! ”

"Xiao Mo?" Xie Yan frowned, and asked quietly: "It is said that I know that this Xiao Mo wrote a poem about Yanqiu, which can be regarded as a famous article, but compared to this butterfly love flower, it is still not rigorous, hehe...... Yun Jing, you didn't mean to favor that Xiao Mo, right? You...... Do you know him? ”

Xie Yan looked at Xie Yunjing with a smile, and sure enough, Xie Yunjing heard Xie Yan smell Xiao Mo, her face turned red, and then she lowered her head and said, "I don't know, it's the same as grandpa, I've just heard it." ”

"Really? Hehe......" Xie Yan laughed.

"It was meant to be!" Xie Yunjing said coquettishly: "Grandpa, don't laugh, I'll write a poem about Xiao Mo for you, and you can see if your grandson is favoring him." ”

Then, Xie Yunjing wrote the 'fortune operator' that Xiao Mo gave to Yang Yanqi on the paper.

"Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, the lonely sandbar is cold ......" Xie Yan read this poem, and then his brows furrowed, this poem is Xiao Mo's handwriting? Why haven't you heard of it yourself?

Then, Xie Yan looked at Xie Yunjing suspiciously and asked, "Yunjing, this song was written by Xiao Mo?" ”

"That's right!" Xie Yunjing nodded.

"Hasn't Xiao Mo appeared in Luzhou for a long time? No, it should be said that it hasn't appeared in front of people for a long time, but Jiang Ning has recently had a second Xiao ......" Xie Yan pretended not to know Xiao Mo's identity, then looked at Xie Yunjing and asked: "Xiao Mo has never done this poem before, but Yun Jing, I don't know where I heard it!" ”

"Huh?" Xie Yunjing was distressed, just now she was quick to speak, and she didn't think of this question, so she wrote out the words she overheard, but she didn't expect to be caught by Xie Yan, and then asked.

"What? Can't tell? Xie Yan smiled, and a look of purity flashed in his eyes. Yun Jing wouldn't have copied a poem from somewhere, and then pressed it on Xiao Mo's head! ”

"Where? This is obviously written by Xiao Mo, I heard it with my own ears! ”

Xie Yunjing argued unconvinced, and then found that Xie Yan looked at him with a smile, looking at him with a mocking look, as if to say, girl, don't recruit yourself!

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