Poetry Club!

Generally, gambling poetry is indispensable, because Fan Xian is in the women's guest area, unscrupulously looking for someone, and his mouth is even more wild: "Vulgar powder, vulgar powder!"

Suddenly, he offended the Kyoto beauties on the spot.

The princelings Guo Baokun and others suddenly seized the opportunity to fight back against Fan Xian and curry favor with the beauty.

A gambling poem will inevitably be staged.

The prince's people, fighting with Fan Xian, and the prince of King Jing, who stood on the side of the second prince, were of course happy to see it.

It's still the same sentence!

The second generation of Kyoto is too lazy to join in the fun.

I found an excuse to go to the thatched house and went to the back of the palace. If memory serves, the chicken leg girl is in someone's backyard kitchen, stealing chicken legs.

Leng Bin searched for the taste and found the back kitchen of King Jing's Mansion.

"Ahh

It was around the corner that a sudden gust of fragrant wind came from the surface, followed by a soft and hard feeling, which hit the chest.

"Who? who's there?"

The woman's scream alarmed the other people in the corridor, saying that it was too late and that it was too fast, Leng Bin hugged the jade in his arms and hid the person in the firewood room.

"Stealing chicken legs again, it seems that you are a habitual thief!"

With the chicken leg girl, this is how 'unexpectedly'.

"Who are you, and why do you use the word 'and'?"

When the people outside glanced at the firewood room and didn't notice anything, Lin Wan'er could be said to be confused.

Just now!

Skin-to-skin affection lasted for several minutes.

As a woman, or a big girl in the boudoir, this kind of contact must not be had before marriage.

Of course, after getting married, in addition to the other half of the hair, you can't have such intimate contact.

But what!

Just now, it happened!

How can you not make Lin Wan'er ashamed and angry, just blame the chicken legs!

It's all the chicken legs that are to blame, why do you have to go to someone's back kitchen and steal the chicken legs?

And!

Why does this man use 'again'?

I was found stealing food before, but I was with my uncle at the Qingmiao for a while!

However, it seems that at that time, there was no him.

"It doesn't matter who I am......"

"Ahem! ahem!"

Greasy mouth, intense coughing, ensuing. Lin Wan'er didn't listen to Leng Bin's words at all, and she had a tuberculosis attack.

"Eat this!"

Fortunately, Leng Bin was prepared, and she came from her illness. Immediately, he didn't care about it, and almost forcibly poured a potion into Lin Wan'er.

"Ahem, what did you give me a drink?"

"The medicine that kills you!"

Looking at Lin Wan'er's pale face and questioning, Leng Bin was also funny and teased.

"I have no grudge against you on weekdays, but I have no enmity with you recently, why do you want to kill me like this?"

It turned out to be poison!

Lin Wan'er instantly lost her face, and she didn't expect to be assassinated in this Jingwang Mansion.

"Isn't it okay to scare you out of a joke?

The special medicine is the special medicine, and after a dose of the medicine, Lin Wan'er's face instantly turned rosy.

The whole lovely child is also becoming more and more light-hearted, which is pitiful.

The heavens and all the worlds, hunting for beauty is unparalleled!

The benefits of the system are really very sensitive.

"Joke, you forced me poison and wanted my life, is this a joke?"

Lin Wan'er laughed miserably, this may be the funniest joke in the world.

"If this is poison, you can be so sharp at this time, tell me?"

"Huh?!"

Lin Wan'er was reminded like this, and she also reacted immediately.

She doesn't cough anymore!

No more gasping!

spoke, even more in one go, and said what he wanted to say, which was unprecedentedly slippery.

What's going on?

After Lin Wan'er was stunned, she was stunned and stared at Leng Bin.

"Beauty! There is also a course of medicine here, once a day, drink it, and your illness will be basically cured!"

"Of course, if you don't believe it, throw it away, you can also drink it as poison, it doesn't matter!"

After handing Lin Wan'er a wooden box, after giving her a prostitute, Leng Bin left.

Because, when Leng Bin saw Fan Xian, he also broke into the backyard, he had to stop him, and he must not let Fan Xian have too much contact with Lin Wan'er.

All right!

Leng Bin admitted that when he met again, he was indeed more and more greedy for other people's bodies.

But, as a man, there's nothing wrong with that.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Lin Wan'er is still confused, medicine?

It turned out to be a medicine for himself, and it was mixed with flavors, but it was an indescribable feeling.

Pity!

People waved their hands, did not take away a cloud, and pretended to be forced.

"Uncle Leng, you're here, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"It's all done in front, is it all in the audience?"

Fan Xian wandered around the backyard for a while, and happened to 'meet Leng Bin unexpectedly', so he immediately stepped forward to say hello.

"Uncle Leng's poem must be extraordinary. You weren't there, you didn't see the scene, one by one, you were cross-eyed, and you lost like a castration. ”

Young people are still too young, and when they are proud, they catch someone who can talk, and they talk endlessly.

"Poetry, it's yours, there are many people, don't talk nonsense!"

Leng Bin reminded him, and then pulled Fan Xian and left.

The two of them didn't notice that the flower farmer on the side, with a strange face, watched Leng Bin and the two leave.

"Uncle Leng, the surname is Leng? This cold surname is rare in Kyoto, interesting and interesting!"

The flower farmer chuckled, and then continued to pour his flowers and plants.

"It's him!?"

Lin Wan'er, who chased out, also saw Fan Xian and recognized the man who joked with her that "I get used to it when I vomit".

Of course, I also heard the conversation between them.

"It turns out that he is his Uncle Leng! And the poems were also written by his Uncle Leng......? What kind of poem?"

Lin Wan'er didn't coincide with the meeting, but she didn't know that on the poetry meeting of King Jing's son, a masterpiece appeared through the ages.

After stealing the chicken legs and wiping off the oil in her mouth, Lin Wan'er went out of the yard and saluted the flower farmer next to her.

thought in his heart, this King Jing is so Yaxing, and he actually became a flower farmer in his own palace.

Then I entered the front hall belatedly, and then I knew what the so-called poem was!

At the same time, I also feel that I seem to have someone's little secret.

Just when Lin Wan'er was a little proud, a little abrupt!

A seven-character ancient poem of "Ascending" is also going away.

After all, Fan Xian is the center of the vortex in the whole of Kyoto, and his every move is under the watchful eyes of all parties.

Palace!

The chief eunuch Hou Gonggong, with his flat and rhyming tone, read the poem "Ascending" in front of Emperor Qing.

At the same time, the queen mother of the harem is the same.

"I am often a guest in the sad autumn, and I am sick for more than a hundred years and I am on stage alone!"

Just this sentence shows the voice of many people in the deep courtyard of the palace!

At the very least, Emperor Qing pondered that sentence repeatedly!

At the same time, the temple comes to mind!

It is rumored that in the temple, there is an immortality technique that breaks through the realm of the grandmaster and dies at the age of a thousand years.

Pity!

Where is the temple?

The power of Emperor Qing has never been explored, and it may only exist in legends.