At the end of the best account room, Wu Ningyuan pulled Zhang Wenshan, looked back very obscenely, sat there, like a chicken pecking rice, sleepy Lu Heng, and then pulled Zhang Wenshan, who was a little worried, and whispered in his ear, what a beauty is in the favor, Yanfu is not shallow, and so on. Then I saw Zhang Wenshan nodding his beard thoughtfully, coughing, and the two walked out of the living room shoulder to shoulder.

Kong Kanglian, who finally walked out of the living room, glanced back, and Lu Heng, who was lying on the stall and had fallen asleep, smiled and walked out extremely irresponsible.

When I went out, I looked at the students who came out of the living room, pointing to the living room with the door closed, and saying the good sentence I had just heard to my companions. The eyebrows fluttered, and there was no loss at all. Some are just thick admiration.

Kong Kanglian took a deep breath, looked back at the door that had been closed, and smiled and admired: No matter how many talented people gather here today, and no matter how beautiful the Hundred Flowers Festival is, the most dazzling person today is only Lu Heng and Lu Yongzheng.

Oh......, the greatest talent and the most legendary figure of Da Zhou will appear in front of the world with a shocking scene!

Kong Kanglian stood at the door and coughed, raised her hand and pressed it. After the eyes of all the students in the audience gathered, he cleared his throat, looked at the hundreds of students in the audience, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "The Hundred Flowers Poetry Club has ended, and the number one name of this year's Poetry Club is ......."

The audience was silent, and after a while, Kong Kanglian's slightly excited announcement voice came:

"Jiangning's first talent, Lu Heng, Lu Yongzheng!"

…… In the room, it was quiet.

The dim candlelight, on the gilded candlestick, burned quietly. Occasionally, there was a crackling sound, but I saw that the flame shook slightly. At this time, the light in the room will also dim.

The candle flame burned quietly, and the melted candle was as calm as promised in the shadow of the lamp. Occasionally, a candle or two would roll down, like tears, down the candlestick, and solidify into patches of round red spots on the antique table.

By the dim candlelight, you can see the layout of the room.

Directly opposite, there is a wooden bed with a hollow spider plant, and a pink curtain hangs from the window. At this time, the room was extremely quiet, and there was no wind, and the curtain hung quietly at the head of the bed like a red glow made of pulling, motionless.

Under the head of the bed is a wooden platform for shoes. Well, there are also two cute little footprints on it.

The dresser is placed in front of the window, and when you sit in front of the dresser, you can see the sultry moonlight outside the window. However, at this time, the window is closed, only the moonlight is sprinkled, and the mottled shadows of the trees are cast on the paper windows, like shadow puppets.

On the dresser, there is a mirror, rouge gouache, a guqin and an open book of linear poems.

At this time, a woman with a cold temperament and a beautiful face was taking advantage of the candlelight on the dresser, holding a brush in her hand, and concentrating on writing lines and lines on the poetry book.

At a glance, it was full of poems recited from the scholar's mouth tonight.

"Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls with amber light. But that the master may be drunk, and he will not know where it is. ”

"Grape wine moonlight cup, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times!"

…… From the guest to the composer, to the stuffed song, and then to the will enter the wine.

Under the woman's beautiful handwriting, lines of clear handwriting were vividly presented on the paper.

At that moment, the candle on the dresser crackled, and the flame jumped slightly. The lights in the room flickered on and off.

This slight sound also woke up the woman who was humming in a low voice about the bright moon, and the pen in her hand was frozen in the air.

With a click, the ink on the end of the pen fell low, and it fell right on the unfolded poetry book.

With a ding, the round ink on the paper slowly spread around.

"Yikes!" After coming back to her senses, after seeing the ink on the paper, Ruolan sighed softly, and hurriedly took the handkerchief on the side to wipe the ink.

Her slender jade fingers pinched the corner of the handkerchief, carefully and attentively wiping it. Maybe it was because he was holding his breath, or because he was too nervous in his heart, and for a while, fine beads of sweat oozed from Qiong's nose.

It was a long time before the ink on the paper was removed a little. However, it is still a lot more damp.

The woman put away the handkerchief, looked at the ink marks on the belly of her little finger, and sighed with regret.

"Silk does not permeate, especially the best silk!"

Behind him, a clear voice sounded in the extremely quiet room.

"So what do you say?" The woman didn't look back, just raised her head, looked at the mottled shadow of the tree on the window, and said with a cold face.

"You'll have to use a cotton cloth, um, and then, with a little pressure, you'll be able to get rid of the water stains!" Lu Heng, who was sitting at the table, smiled slightly and said lightly.

After waking up, I had a headache. It's also very dry in the mouth.

And there was a teabowl and a teapot on the table. Lu Heng was not polite, and directly picked up the teapot and filled himself with a cup, while sipping the tea and moistening his mouth. While looking at the cozy room.

"This is the girl's boudoir, isn't it?" Lu Heng saw the antique wooden bed under the red gauze curtains, and after retracting his gaze, he asked with a smile.

"Yes!" The woman bowed her head, gathered the poem, and replied as she put it in a drawer.

"Does that count as the girl's guest in the curtain?" Lu Heng smiled, put down the teacup, looked at the woman with a wonderful figure and a dusty temperament, and asked with a smile.

When the sound fell, I saw the woman who was bending over and locking the cabinet door, and her delicate body trembled slightly. However, calm soon returned.

Her face was still cold, and she squatted on the ground, concentrating on locking the cabinet. Biting his lip, as if he had made a lot of determination, his eyes were slightly closed, and he nodded: "Yes!" ”

"Well, since it's the guest of the scene, and this is the Qinglou, then it's ...... down" Lu Heng put down the teacup and said in a very peaceful voice. But the eyes never left Miss Ruolan's face. It wasn't until he stood up and walked forward that he saw the woman's closed eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and two lines of clear tears flowed down.

Seeing the woman's expression, Lu Heng shook his head helplessly and smiled. Sit down again, pick up the teapot and pour yourself tea again.

However, Rao put the teapot up, and he didn't see the tea flowing out.

I opened the lid and took a look, but I saw that only a few tea leaves were left at the bottom of the teapot. There was not a drop of water left.

Lu Heng put down the teapot in disappointment, looked at the empty teapot, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Since it's the girl's guest of the scene, can the girl make a pot of tea for you!" Lu Heng licked his dry lips and said with a wry smile.

"You ......" The woman squatting on the ground shook her delicate body slightly. When I opened my eyes, the look of panic in my eyes flashed. When he turned his head, he saw that the scholar was still sitting on the chair, motionless, but pointing to the empty tea cup and looking at himself pitifully.

He, unexpectedly...... The woman bit her lip and glanced at the scholar, and saw that there was not the slightest silver evil in his eyes, only a kind smile and a clear gaze.

The woman didn't know what it was like, she lowered her head, and sighed slightly in her heart, he didn't .......

"Heh, I drank a little too much just now, I woke up, my mouth was dry, and I wanted to drink some tea!" When Lu Heng saw the woman's expression, he also knew what she was thinking.

Shaking his head funny, Lu Heng coughed, hugged his fists and said, "Can you bother Miss Lao Zhuo and make a pot of tea?" I am very thirsty under it! ”

Zhuo Yue was stunned for a moment, and when she saw the scholar at the table, she smiled bitterly and helplessly, and seemed to be a little shy and embarrassed. Zhuo Yue couldn't help but laugh in her heart, lowered her head and hummed softly. He gathered up his skirt and stood up.

Lianbu moved lightly, walked to Lu Heng's side, took the teapot, and then walked to the stove in the corner of the room. Poured in some hot water. Then he turned around and walked over.

Looking at the empty tea cup, Zhuo Yue's cheeks like moonlight frost couldn't help but appear a touch of pink.

This tea bowl ...... But for your own use!

And ......, there seems to be half a bowl of tea in the tea bowl just now!

Thinking so in my heart, I also thought of the scholar just now, who took the tea bowl and drank it with a big grin.

A faint trace of shame and anger rose in Zhuo Zhuo's heart, and he scolded this scholar in his heart, which was too rude.

Thinking like this, his face turned cold. She took the teacup and wondered if she should change it. However, I remembered that this tea bowl had been touched by this Lu Heng just now. With a slight sigh in his heart, he picked up the teapot and poured it full of tea.

Retreating the teacup in front of Lu Heng, he said coldly: "Son, please!" ”

"Thank you!" Lu Heng smiled, picked up the teacup, and after blowing for a while, he took a sip and praised the good tea.

"Childe is polite!" Zhuo Yue sat opposite Lu Heng, but her eyes were still glancing to the side, as if the scholar in front of her did not exist.

"You're welcome, it's not a cup of tea that can explain the problem!" Lu Heng smiled, shook the teacup, and said with a faint expression.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhuo Yue's brows furrowed slightly, and she asked with a displeased expression.

"Your name is Zhuo Yue, you are nineteen years old this year, and you are the daughter of Yin Zhuo Chenggong of the former Taiyuan Mansion in Shanxi!!" Lu Heng's eyes were clear, with a grit on his face, he looked at the woman in front of him who suddenly became a little nervous, and said lightly.

"Although, in order to stabilize the hearts of the army and the people, the imperial court said that your father died at the hands of the Turks, but I know that your father angered the emperor because he escaped from the battle, and was sent to the prison by His Majesty, and he will be beheaded before he does!" Lu Heng shook the teacup, waited for the tea in the cup to cool down a little, and after taking a sip, he sighed and said, "You can't live if you do your own evil!" ”

With such a sigh, Lu Heng put down the teacup, looked at the tea in the teacup with clear eyes, shook his head with regret and said, "What Ling Zun has done, no one can save him!" ”。

Shocked by this, Zhuo Yue's face changed slightly, and the little hand hidden in the sleeve also trembled slightly.

"If the girl wants to find help from below, I'm afraid she's found the wrong person!" Lu Heng took a sip of tea, raised his head, looked at Zhuo Yue, who was silent with low eyebrows, and spread his hands, looking powerless to help.

"...... you" Zhuo Yue panicked, raised her head, and looked at the scholar in front of her with clear eyes, as if she knew everything in the world, and was shocked.

After looking at it like this for a long time, he saw that the scholar seemed to have no bottom in his heart, and looked away.

Zhuo Yue's frosty face pulled into a mocking smile.

I sighed slightly in my heart and bit my lip tightly. He looked extremely distressed.

After a long time, she stood up firmly, reached out and grabbed her belt.

When he was about to pull away, he saw that the scholar's face sank, and he glanced at himself coldly, and then saw him groping his chin, staring at himself, and said with a smile: "Heh, girl, is this a promise to save your father?" ”

"Hmph, isn't that what you want?" Zhuo Zhuo turned his head and stared at Lu Heng coldly. The frost on his face was like iron, but there were already tears in those clear and bright eyes.

"Hah!" Hearing this Zhuo Yue say this, Lu Heng was stunned for a while, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start for a while.

Look down at your outfit, then reach out and touch your face.

Hey, what's the matter, do you look like a pervert like this? Moreover, he is still a person who does not want to die when he sees sex?

Who the told me about this?

"What, don't you dare admit it?"

Zhuo Yue stared at Lu Heng coldly, with a look of contempt and contempt on her face.

Sure enough, all men in the world are virtuous!

Escaped from Taiyuan Mansion and came to Tokyo with his father. I thought it was to make a statement to the emperor and state the crime of the king of Jin not resisting. But I didn't expect that I didn't wait for my father to face the saint. was thrown into the prison by a sudden holy decree.

During this time, Zhuo Yue has been busy running around, trying to rescue her father. But the world is indifferent!

In desperation, she had no choice but to make this decision and commit herself to the post-80s Shaolin abbot. Thinking that one day, I will meet a certain powerful minister. With his own posture of Pu Liu, he changed his father's surname.

When the time comes, you will ...... However, after so many hours, the officials who came here, in addition to coveting their own bodies, when they talked about saving people, those officials avoided it.

Now, seeing this scholar, it turned out to be the same, for a while, Zhuo Yue's heart was like ashes!

looked at Zhuo Yue's tearful eyes and glared at herself. Lu Heng retracted his gaze, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What's ......" Zhuo Yue pressed forward step by step, staring at Lu Heng with beautiful eyes.

After so many hours, she has despaired. Now, even if this scholar is in power after the opposition, so what, it's just one more corrupt official villain!

If you offend him, you can't beat him to death!

It's quiet, too!

"Your father can't die!" Lu Heng raised his head and smiled sincerely, the undeniable look in his eyes made Zhuo Yue in anger stunned for a moment.

"You, what did you say?" Zhuo Yue's lips pursed, and her eyes were full of shock as she stared at the scholar.

Before I knew it, I was in tears!

(To be continued)