Da Qiao and Qiao Rui were full of praise when they heard Yuan Jiang's poem "Gift Qiao", only the eccentric Xiao Qiao shook his head vigorously, and kept muttering, "It's not good, it's not good." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Qiao Rui scolded with a cold face: "Xiao Qiao, don't be rude, Childe's poem is already a top product, how can you say that it is not good?" ”

Da Qiao was also a little unhappy, "Sister, whether it is the choice of words and sentences, or the expression of emotions, this poem is easy to come by, and it is natural. Write from the person you want to flowers, from the flowers to the downtown of Spring City, from the downtown to the beauty, and finally bring out the person you like. Twenty-eight words are swaying freely and easily, and they are really impeccable, how can you say it badly. ”

Xiao Qiao pursed his lips angrily, and defended bluntly: "Sister, you also said that this is a poem written for the person you want, are you Yuan Gongzi's person in mind?" Also, the whole poem is clearly written about the scene of the downtown of Spring City. Look at it, where is there a spring city and a downtown area? ”

"You ......" Da Qiao was angry, waved his robe, turned around and smiled apologetically at Yuan Jiang, "Don't be surprised, the younger sister was born with sharp teeth, and she has to say a few words to everyone she meets, even I, who is my sister, am often dumbfounded by questions, and I hope that Gongzi Haihan." ”

Yuan Jiang waved his hand nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Tong Yan is unscrupulous, the wind blows, don't tighten, don't tight." ”

Hearing that Yuan Jiang actually said that she was a child, Xiao Qiao was suddenly a little unhappy, facing Yuan Jiang, making a grimace, and playfully sticking out her tongue, "You are Tongyan Wuji, this girl is thirteen years old, very big." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Qiao pinched his waist with both hands, straightened up the small purse that had just begun to develop, and his smart eyes were full of pride and provocation.

Xiao Qiao's wanton behavior made Qiao Rui's face very gloomy, he stood up and scolded angrily: "Xiao Qiao, you talk to your son so rudely, from your temperament, believe it or not, after I go back, I will lock you up for dozens of days, so that you can think about it?" ”

"Oh, Daddy, there are no outsiders here, so why not be willful? Anyway, Childe doesn't blame. ”

Xiao Qiao quickly ran to Qiao Rui's face, helped him sit down again, pinched his sleeves with both hands, and sprinkled coquettishly, "Besides, I'm also telling the truth, this poem is not well written." ”

Qiao Rui shook her head helplessly and sighed: "Alas, you girl is naughty and tight, your mother is spoiled, and in front of outsiders, you don't know how to be reserved at all." Whoever marries you in the future will also have bad luck for eight lifetimes - I want to marry a daughter-in-law, and after marrying home, I find out that I am marrying a little ancestor. Alas! ”

Xiao Qiao's pouting mouth can hang a wine jug, "Daddy, how can you say this about your daughter?" I don't follow, I don't. ”

Qiao Rui smiled bitterly and patted Xiao Qiao's hand, "Okay, okay." Go and apologize to Childe. ”

"I'm not wrong, why apologize?" Xiao Qiao said angrily, at the end, he also handed Yuan Jiang a provocative look.

"Uncle Qiao, what Little Sister Qiao said is very right." Yuan Jiang smiled and looked at Xiao Qiao, "Since you said that this poem is not good, then I will make another one and take a look with you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Jiang put his hands behind his back, and kept pacing back and forth under the middle hall, in fact, he was waiting for the fans in the live broadcast room to give him Baidu poems.

After pondering for a while, Yuan Jiang finally opened his mouth and read out the poems that the fans gave him Baidu.

[Remembering Songzi County Yu Meiqiao]

Luopu is suspicious of returning snow, and Wushan is like a cloud.

Allure has seen it now, and it has been heard in the past.

The eyes are shy, and the lips are laughing.

Windswept grape belt, sunshine pomegranate skirt. ”

After reading it, Yuan Jiang smiled and asked Xiao Qiao, "This poem is reasonable, it may be called a good poem?" ”

"So-so." Xiao Qiao waved his hand, and the starry eyes that flashed with spiritual light circled around Yuan Jiang a few times, and then asked tentatively: "Tsk, these two love poems are written affectionately, Brother Yuan Jiang, do you have a crush on my sister." ”

Da Qiaoqiao's face turned red suddenly, and she said coquettishly: "Sister, don't talk nonsense, these two poems are just the impromptu works of the son, and they can't be counted." ”

When he said this, there was a flash of expectation in Da Qiao's eyes, but it was fleeting and no one noticed.

Yuan Jiang smiled curtly, anyone who saw Jiangdong Shuangyan had a heart of admiration, how could he be indifferent, but he couldn't say it in public.

After the four of them chatted a few words, Qiao Rui figured out that Yuan Jiang had a hard day, and it was time to rest, so she was ready to retire with Xiao Qiao, but the sisters were all standing in place, with no intention of retreating, as if they had something to say to Yuan Jiang.

Just as Qiao Rui was about to say something to order the pair of stunning sisters to retreat, Yuan Jiang waved his hand to stop him, "It seems that the two sisters have something to say to me, why don't you finish talking and then leave?" ”

Big and small Qiao's eyes collided in mid-air, and their pretty faces turned red, and then they looked back at Qiao Rui in embarrassment, the meaning of which was unclear.

Qiao Rui smiled bitterly and shook her head, saluted Yuan Jiang, and retired.

After Qiao Rui left, Da Qiao said to Xiao Qiao again: "Sister, you go out and wait first, I have something to say to my son alone." ”

Xiao Qiao grimaced at Yuan Jiang and ran out of the house in a hurry.

After Xiao Qiao left, Da Qiao took out a handkerchief full of fragrance from the red purse tied around his waist, handed it to Yuan Jiang, and smiled, "Childe, thank you for giving two poems today, the little woman has nothing to repay, I will give you this hand-embroidered handkerchief, and the right to repay the peach." ”

"What's so embarrassing?" Saying this, Yuan Jiang's speed of action was extremely fast, just for a moment, he held the handkerchief full of fragrance in his hand, and the silky feeling of the tentacles made him feel extremely comfortable.

When Yuan Jiang was intoxicated by the aroma of handkerchiefs like orchids and musks, Da Qiao quietly turned around, a light smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, moved the golden lotus lightly, and slowly walked out of the door.

As soon as he walked out of the door, a shadow came out of the oblique thorn, and Xiao Qiao smiled evilly: "Okay, it turns out that you are Lang Youqing, and the concubine has intentions, but I am blocking it, so it is inconvenient to speak." ”

Da Qiao stretched out a green onion finger and poked it lightly on Xiao Qiao's forehead, and said coquettishly: "Talk nonsense, be careful of your skin." ”

"Hee-hee!" Xiao Qiao wrinkled Qiong's nose, grabbed the corners of Da Qiao's clothes with both hands, and kept being coquettish.

Da Qiao was a little dizzy by her shaking, "Okay." Didn't you have something to say to Yuan Gongzi, hurry up, but others made him wait. ”

Xiao Qiao said: "Hehe, sister, you care about others." ”

"Where?" Da Qiaoqiao's face was flushed with shame.

"I'm talking about this person, sister, you want to be crooked."

After saying that, Xiao Qiao rushed not far away like a swimming fish, put his hands behind his back, and jumped into the house happily.