The four lines of poetry not only write the richness and colorfulness of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also write its vastness, profundity and blur.

This is a quatrain for the ages!

If the original thin boy's poem is a good poem, then Bai Qingyan's poem is a famous poem, but Ye Chong's poem can be passed down through the ages!

Under his rough appearance, there seems to be an unknown delicacy.

"How many buildings are in the smoke and rain." Long Xian savored the artistic conception in the poem and found that this poem was really amazing, more than a step higher than the poem of the man in white.

Although Ye Zhong is a little sorry, in order to kill the flower butterfly to get the sin value, it can only be so.

"Good poetry, it's me who lost." Bai said lightly.

"Concession." Ye Zhong smiled.

There was an uproar under the high platform, tonight they were fortunate to see a unique quatrain, where is the arrival of the man in black on the high platform?

"Miss, what should I do?" Xiao Ying's face showed urgency.

"Alas, this is how it should be, but it only lingers overnight. I seem to be inseparable from the boy in white, although this man in black is rough and heroic, but his talent is amazing, and it is not bad to be committed to him. Long Xian sighed helplessly.

"This dirt bun is so bad!" Xiao Ying said angrily.

"Don't say that, a person's appearance will eventually grow old, although he is rough and bold on the outside, but his heart may be as clear as a pearl." Long Xian said lightly.

"Miss, you're so hard." Xiao Ying said in a muffled voice.

The people under the high stage looked at Ye Chong in a daze, they all knew that this victory belonged to Ye Chong, because no one in the world could win his poem.

"Qingyan, what now?" Song Shenshu walked over and asked in a low voice.

"Hide outside the gatehouse for a while, and if the flower butterfly breaks in, we will catch turtles in the urn." Bai Qingyan frowned slightly.

After a quarter of an hour, after all, no one went to the high platform, and finally Ye Zhong got the title of first.

"This son, come with me." Xiao Ying said coldly, seemingly resentful of Ye Chong.

"Okay." Ye Zhong smiled slightly and followed behind Long Xian and Xiao Ying.

Although it is only the back, the graceful posture of the Long Fairy also reveals a romantic charm, and the slender waist is twisted lightly, like a bewitching water snake, which is fascinating.

Long Xian's boudoir in Tianxianglou is called Yinxian Ju.

In the attic above the five-story building, the neighborhood was quiet, and no outsiders were allowed to enter, which was her only privilege, but after today, she was no different from the others in the Tianxiang Building.

"Miss, I'm leaving." Xiao Ying hugged Long Xian tightly, then glared at Ye Chong, and left the Hidden Immortal Residence.

"Childe, please come in." Long Xian bowed slightly, with a little loneliness and sadness on her face.

Ye Zhong pushed the door in.

The hidden immortal dwelling is very large, about 50 square meters, in addition to the white yarn soft collapse against the wall, there are all kinds of exquisite furniture, and there is a paulownia wood guqin not far away.

There is an eight-legged pineapple wood round table with a wine jug and melons and fruits on it, and a bronze candlestick with a red candle on it.

The surrounding area was reflected in a hazy red and yellow color, and the peculiar atmosphere made Longxian nervous.

Ye Zhong glanced at the nervous Longxian, walked to the table and sat down, and drank the wine alone.

Long Xian walked over to the teak soft and sat down, looking down at her three-inch golden lotus.

Although she was born in a green building, she has always been clean and self-conscious, and she has maintained a virgin body for 18 years, and she doesn't know much about men and women, and she is very worried at the moment.

Ye Zhong sat at the round table, drinking the champion red one by one, and the pale red wine revealed a sweet and mellow taste.

Outside, several people leaned against the door, eavesdropping on the movements in the house.

"Why hasn't there been movement in the house yet?" Song Shenshu used his saliva-stained fingers to point a thin slit on the paper bed and observe the scene inside.

"What do you want?" Bai Qingyan said coldly.

"Haha, Qingyan, you misunderstood, I mean why the flower butterfly hasn't come yet." Song Shenshu smiled awkwardly.

Several Wudang disciples covered their mouths and snickered.

"Long Xian, the name is not bad, but is it your real name?" Ye Zhong smiled and turned his gaze to the delicate and flower-like Long Immortal.

"Yu Longxian." Long Xian said in a low voice, a pair of jade hands clenched.

"I see, let's get started." Ye Zhong stretched his body and walked towards Long Xian, revealing an incomprehensible smile.

"What does this kid want to do?" Song Shenshu looked at the scene in the room and couldn't help but shout in a low voice.

"Shut up." Bai Qingyan glared at Song Shenshu.

"Senior sister, I mean can flower butterflies come out like this?" Song Shenshu smiled bitterly.

"Flower Butterfly shouldn't let that man in black get his hands on it first, maybe he'll come out soon." A hint of blush flashed across Bai Qingyan's face.

It was the first time she saw this kind of thing, and she couldn't help but feel apprehensive, but in order to catch the flower butterfly, she could only concentrate on observation.

"Boy, wait a minute." Long Xian shouted nervously.

"What are you waiting for?" Ye Zhong smiled, listening carefully to the movements around him.

He knew that the flower butterfly would definitely not allow him to be so successful, but the patience of this flower thief was really good, and after waiting for so long, he couldn't come out.

"I'd like to talk to you again." Long Xian covered his towering chest and whispered.

"Okay, let's talk about it then." Ye Zhong sat down beside Longxian and put his arm around her shoulder.

He found that although Longxian was petite, her breasts were extremely tall.

"Childe, can you remove your arm?" Long Xian didn't expect Ye Zhong to be so anxious, it seems that he is not a righteous gentleman.

"I can't." Ye Zhong smiled, his big hand moving gently on her slender waist, feeling the amazing elasticity coming from his hand.

"Whew!" Long Xian's face was flushed, and the tingling sensation from her waist made her can't help but cry out softly.

"This bastard!" Song Shenshu couldn't help but scold as he watched outside.

"Whisper!" Bai Qingyan glared at Song Shenshu again, but she was also a little shy by this coquettish moan.

"I said no, but my body is quite honest." Ye Chong said lightly, and suddenly pressed Long Xian directly on the bed.

"Childe, what are you going to do?" Long Xian's chest rose and fell, and the weight of Ye Zhong's body made it a little difficult for her to breathe.

"Do what you love to do." Ye Zhong said this, but he put his skills in his ears and listened to the movements around him.

"I thought he was a serious person, but I didn't expect him to be a prodigal son!" Bai Qingyan obviously heard Ye Chong's voice as well.

"That's right, junior sister, this kid is so shameless! What do you love to do! Song Shenshu said indignantly.

Stab!

Ye Zhong tore off the gauze on Long Xian's left arm, revealing a white and tender arm like mutton fat jade, and the faint fragrance on her body also came to her nose.