When King Xiang saw that King Huai was so disregarded by etiquette and did not take into account the defense of men and women, his delicate eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

However, when I saw Mrs. Diexiang look over, she didn't overdo it.

This scene was reflected in the eyes of Jiang Long, who was deliberately paying attention to King Xiang.

King Xiang is also the same as Chai Shirong, is it just that Mrs. Diexiang is a plaything?

Jiang Long raised his hand and rubbed his chin, thinking, yes, Mrs. Diexiang stayed in the palace after staying overnight in King Xiang's mansion, and had indecent scandals with many princes, marquis and nobles in the capital, even if King Xiang had some affection for Mrs. Diexiang at first.

After these things happened, it faded.

“haha！”

After helping Mrs. Diexiang up, King Huai was even more bold, and actually reached out to hug Mrs. Diexiang's soft waist.

Mrs. Diexiang exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly avoided it.

A touch of heat appeared in King Huai's eyes, and his domineering nature was revealed, and he was about to step forward again.

But at this time, a burly man with a steel knife hanging from his waist suddenly stopped in front of him.

The big man lowered his head, and his right hand with thick knuckles pressed on the handle of the waist knife.

King Huai was immediately furious, but gritted his teeth, but he endured it again.

"Who is this man?" Jiang Long was surprised.

Chai Shirong opened his mouth to explain, "That is the guard of the Muwu Marquis Mansion, and the loyal guards of your family can fight, they are all very strong and not afraid of death, but the number of people is not as large as the guards in your mansion." ”

"Even if King Xiang has been covered over the years, there are still many bold people, relying on their noble status, or wanting to forcibly occupy the property of the Hou Mansion, or wanting to do something to Madame Die, but they have all been cleaned up by these guards without exception."

"Oh." Jiang Long looked carefully at the big man's body, his eyes flickering brightly and darkly.

Is it really just an ordinary palace guard who is more courageous and not afraid of death?

"The king's royal brother offered a reward of 1,000 taels of gold, plus the 1,000 taels of silver promised by the king before, why, no one even guessed to give it a try?" At this moment, King Xiang, who had been silent, looked around and suddenly opened his mouth faintly, breaking the somewhat frozen atmosphere at the moment.

Many of the children and ladies of wealthy families are a little excited.

Eleven thousand taels of silver is definitely not a small amount!

"Brother Xian, won't you give it a try?"

Chai Shirong rubbed his hands, eager to try, and asked Jiang Long beside him.

Jiang Long's eyes looked at Mrs. Butterfly, although he saw that there was a hint of sadness between his eyebrows, but there was no hint at all, it was really hard to guess, so he shook his head slightly.

At this time, a bold young man had already spoken, "May I ask if Mrs. Butterfly has been unwell lately?" ”

Madame Dieka didn't speak, just shook her head lightly at the young man.

So the earrings hanging on the white tender ears on both sides shook and made a crisp and pleasant sound.

"That must be Lady Butterfly in trouble?"

Lady Dieka smiled reluctantly, still shaking her head lightly.

Then, many people started to speculate, but none of them guessed correctly.

Chai Shirong also guessed wrong, and his face was annoyed.

"A bunch of rubbish!" King Huai suddenly snorted coldly.

The crowd fell silent in an instant.

Many people looked at King Huai angrily, but because of King Huai's murderous reputation, no one dared to ridicule him.

We can't guess it's rubbish, can't you guess different?

Otherwise, why bother offering a thousand taels of gold?

Jiang Long also had an ugly face, but the scope of the attack was a bit wide of the sentence scolded by King Huai, and he didn't scold him by name, so it was not good for him to stand up and fight for tat.

After all, the identity of King Huai is there.

If you don't want to provoke, it's better not to provoke as much as possible.

That's what most people think.

King Xiang glanced at King Huai lightly, and his expression was a little displeased, did he deliberately scold himself in that sentence?

Lady Diexiang was like a frightened deer, and a touch of panic appeared on her face, "Why should King Huai embarrass everyone for a trivial matter?" ”

"In the eyes of this king, your unhappiness is not a trivial matter, but a big thing like a collapse!" King Huai looked unruly.

"That's it, King Huai just wants to make me happy."

Mrs. Diexiang sighed lightly, between her eyebrows, she was covered with a cage of sorrow, and forced a smile to everyone: "It's better to be like this, the apricot forest flowers here are in full bloom, and they are beautiful. If I can listen to a few good new poems and new words, I think my mood will be better, and then King Huai will no longer embarrass everyone. ”

Who knew that King Huai interjected again, "Mrs. Diexiang has a beautiful face, and if she wants to listen to poetry, poetry will naturally be the most haode!" ”

Originally, a few conceited young men wanted to recite a poem and show their faces in front of Mrs. Diexiang.

When they heard the words, they all fell silent again.

"Brother Xian, you are quick to think, why don't you compose a good poem on the spot, maybe you can get into the eyelids of Mrs. Diexiang." Chai Shirong whispered to Jiang Long.

Jiang Long was about to shake his head, but he didn't want Chai Shirong's voice to be loud, but it attracted the attention of King Huai.

His eyes swept around Chai Shirong, and King Huai just set his eyes on Jiang Long's body, and suddenly hahadaxiao, "This young boy must not be recognized by everyone, right?" As he spoke, King Huai raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Jiang Long.

The eyes of everyone around them were all looking at Jiang Long.

Almost all of them shook their heads, and they really didn't know each other.

Mrs. Diexiang and King Xiang also glanced at Jiang Long, but Jiang Long's thin body did not attract their attention.

But King Huai's next sentence made everyone look curious, "Actually, everyone should have heard of his name these days." ”

"Jingjianglong of Jingfu in Ningyuan County?"

"The one who gave the Dust Master a couplet?"

Immediately, there was a quick response in the mind, and the voice was spoken.

"Not bad." King Huai nodded, "He is Jingjiang Long." ”

"It turns out that he is Jingjiang Dragon."

"That elegiac couplet is indeed very innovative."

"The question from the exotic monk is really difficult, and I can't answer it."

Everyone around looked carefully at Jiang Long's body.

Jiang Long's face was indifferent, he stood with his hands in his hands, letting everyone watch on him, and there was no panic in his expression, which set off his extraordinary bearing.

It was only at this time that King Xiang and Mrs. Diexiang paid more attention to Jiang Long.

"Jing Gongzi has been in the limelight lately, why don't you make a wonderful poem to make Mrs. Diexiang smile?" When King Huai faced Jiang Long alone, he was much more polite.

He was also afraid that Jiang Long would turn his face immediately, and if he didn't do it, he would lose face if he didn't.

Jiang Long was about to shake his head and refuse, but suddenly a gust of wind blew in the apricot forest, the branches swayed, and one after another white and tender apricot blossoms were blown down by the strong wind and fell.

"By the way, isn't Jing Gongzi's wife here too? Why don't you see anyone? King Huai's windswept eyes narrowed slightly, and then he continued.

Jiang Long slowly turned around and looked in the direction where he was before, his eyes passed through the dense branches, and he saw Lin Ya, whose face was covered with thin veils, standing in the apricot forest not far away at this time, quietly independent, the wind blew, and a burst of flowers and rain flew all over the sky, falling from Lin Ya's head.

A few petals mischievously landed on Lin Ya's shoulders.

This scene is really a beautiful picture!

Many people followed Jiang Long and looked over, but they were all stunned.

"Bring the pen!"

Jiang Long suddenly rolled up his sleeves.

The jade hairpin and the treasure vase, who were waiting on the side at any time, immediately ordered someone to fetch the tables and chairs.

Then Yuchai personally spread a blank page of paper on the table.

Because of the wind, the paperweight is not very effective, so the jade hairpin grinds the ink, and the treasure bottle is to hold the snow-white rice paper tightly with your hand.

Jiang Long took the wolf hair handed over by the little girl in the house, and said loudly: "I am stupid, the most beautiful and most haode poems can never be written, but you can write down the most beautiful scenery in the world in your mind, and discuss it with all the talents." ”

The tip of the pen is dipped in ink, and Jiang Long's pen is like the wind, and it is done with a wave.

Chai Shirong immediately stepped forward and read it out of his mouth, "The falling flowers are independent, and the swifts are flying!" ”

The voice fell into their ears, and then they looked at Lin Ya's appearance standing in the rain of flowers, and everyone was trembling!

"Good!"

Chai Shirong clapped his hands and applauded loudly!

"It is indeed the most beautiful scenery in the world!"

"The artistic conception is equally far-reaching."

"This Jing Jianglong is really talented."

The crowd around was buzzing, talking and talking.

King Xiang glanced at Jiang Long with some surprise.

Mrs. Diexiang was beautiful eyes, but her eyes only swept over Jiang Long, and she looked at Lin Ya in the rain of flowers with some obsession.

Could it be that Mrs. Diexiang is actually a lily and likes women?

Jiang Long was stunned for a moment, but then he suddenly realized.

According to Chai Shirong, Mrs. Diexiang is nearly thirty years old, and women of this age begin to lament that youth is not there, and Shaoguang is fleeting.

No wonder Lady Butterfly has been unhappy.

Is it because I see my beauty adjusting to zero day by day, so I feel sad?

And her husband, Jun Mu Wuhou, has been paralyzed on the sickbed......

Jiang Long suddenly spoke again, "Get the paper!" ”

Everyone wondered what he wanted to write.

The treasure bottle was very excited, her own son was in the limelight, she was naturally quite proud, and she was quick to spread a page of rice paper.

Chai Shirong took the handwriting that Jiang Long had just written haode, and leaned over, also curious about what Jiang Long wanted to write, could it be that this song of falling flowers is independent, and the slight swift double flight is not enough for him to show off his stinky fart?

As Jiang Long put pen to paper, he also read word by word.

"The most important thing is that the world can't stay, Zhu Yan is a mirror, and a flower is a tree!"

Mrs. Diexiang turned around suddenly, and looked at Jiang Long with unblinking eyes.

Although she didn't speak, from her reaction and the brilliance in her beautiful eyes, she could tell that Jiang Long had already guessed the real reason why Lady Diexiang had been unhappy these days.

Many people are beginning to taste the deep meaning of this sentence.

Among them, there are many talented and agile people, and they immediately understood that Mrs. Diexiang was lamenting that Shaohua was fleeting and the years were ruthless.

Someone carefully looked at Mrs. Diexiang's face and found that at some point, there were already faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

Some people are characterful, reminiscing about the poems, and a picture of loneliness and twilight suddenly appears in their minds, and suddenly there is a heartache.

In countless dark nights, in the candle-lit bedroom, Mrs. Diexiang always sat alone in front of the bronze mirror, with a sad face and a soft sigh.

However, just when everyone was silent in that sighing picture, there was a sudden sonorous sound, and a cold light flashed.

Blood Splash!

"Ahh

The steel knife slashed through the throat of a royal maid.

Yahuan screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

Everyone was taken aback and looked over.

Jiang Long also turned around abruptly and met the frightened eyes of the girl who was bleeding from his neck.

Above the maiden was a blood-stained steel knife.

At the tip of the steel knife, drop by drop, piercing blood slipped down.

Jiang Long looked along the blade of the knife and saw the murderer.