Qiuqiu was originally a little excited when she heard Jinshu's proposal, but at this time she took the brush, but she didn't know what to write. Yunhua saw that Qiuqiu hesitated to put pen to paper, thinking that she had made another mistake with a bad memory, so she comforted on the side and said: "Xiaoqiu, whatever you are willing to write is good, your Uncle Zhao loves to read it." Qiuqiu nodded, thinking that Yunhua had just said that Zhao Qingzhou was a character like an ice heart jade pot, and a sentence came to his mind: Don't let people praise the color, only leave a clear air. She pondered for a moment, and wrote the second half of the poem vertically on the left side of the jade pot painted in March.

Li Zhuoran read it and praised: "Xiaoqiu writes well. Yunhua also said to Qiuqiu: "Yes, this poem is better written than you have written before." Qiuqiu thought that this poem was written by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty, and these Song Dynasty people in front of her had not read it, so she thought it was written by herself. Qiuqiu smiled a little weakly, but out of a little vanity, she tacitly agreed that this poem was written by herself.

Qiuqiu handed the brush to Yunhua and said, "Sir, it's your turn." Yunhua took the pen and saw that there was not much blank space on the paper, and wanted to leave the place under the jade pot to Li Zhuoran, so he said: "Then I will only write one sentence, which is a sentence that I thought of when I was in Luyang Academy with Qingzhou, and it has not been matched yet." After that, the seven strong words were written on the right side of the jade pot, and Ou Jinshu read it out word by word: blue eyes see white heads.

Li Zhuoran said: "What's so difficult about this, that's right... That's right ... Everyone looked at Zhuo Ran expectantly, wanting to hear what he could say, but they couldn't make a couplet after a long time, and shook their heads in annoyance: "Forget it, I'll still write mine." He raised the pen and saw that the words in the brocade book on the paper were beautiful, the words of Qiuqiu were neat, and the words of Yunhua were strong, and even the two words "Bingxin" written by Ximen in March had a bit of a thick meaning, so he was a little afraid to put down the pen, and said: "You have all written words, so I will only draw a picture." ”

Ou Jinshu was puzzled: "Brother Zhuo Ran can also paint?" "Of course." Li Zhuoran rolled up his cuffs in a general posture, dipped a pen in ink, and nodded a point in the center of the blank space under the jade pot, then took two steps back, nodded, shook his head, and dipped in ink again. Ou Jinshu saw that Li Zhuoran was about to put pen in the basin, and hurriedly stopped: "This is what I and Qiuqiu are going to use to freshen up later, what are you going to do?" Li Zhuoran was interrupted by others, and said a little unhappily: "I know, I'll change it for you later." ”

Li Zhuoran washed the pen and wiped a stroke in the inkstone with the center, wanting to make a fuss on a point just drawn, but he didn't expect to think for a long time, and the pen dripped, covering the point just now. He hurriedly scraped the brush on the edge of the inkstone, and took a step back to take a closer look. Simon March asked, "Uncle Zhuoran, what do you want to paint?" Qiuqiu looked at Li Zhuoran and found that he was already frowning and starting to sweat.

Yunhua wanted to relieve Li Zhuoran and reminded him: "Is it Momei?" Li Zhuoran looked at Yunhua, his expression was a little soothing, and said, "Well, it's a petal of Momei." Everyone waited for him to draw a few other petals, and Li Zhuoran spent another dot next to this petal, but this dot was slightly smaller, and Simon March shouted: "Like the head and body of a chicken." Li Zhuoran's face was a little unbearable, and he said, "How can there be such a small chicken?" Ou Jinshu waited a little impatiently, and said: "You only spent two petals this time, if you paint a tree of ink plum, won't we have to wait until tomorrow morning." ”

Li Zhuoran opened his mouth and was just about to speak, when he suddenly heard Chai Wu shouting from the courtyard outside: "What person?!" ”

Everyone in the house heard it, and Yun Hua hurriedly said to Ou Jinshu: "Blow out the lamp and protect the child." Li Zhuoran also threw away the pen and rushed out of the door with Yunhua.

In the courtyard in front of the wing, Chai Wu was carefully maneuvering with a man in a gray cloth shirt. The man covered his face with a black cloth towel, and at the moment there was no moon in the courtyard, and the lights in the side rooms were turned off, only three lanterns on the porch, which emitted a faint light, which could make people see the fierce gaze in the eyes of the uninvited guest. Li Zhuoran shouted: "Where did the thieves come from, dare to trespass on people's houses, and they don't report their names." The man maintained a defensive posture and did not speak, Yun Hua carefully identified him, trying to distinguish whether he was the Hou Zhen who had fought with them that day.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed not far away, and Yun Hua saw that from the bridge with the person's back to the direction, there was another person with a sword quietly coming, the man's hands and feet were extremely light, but he moved extremely quickly, judging from his figure, it should be Uncle Feng. The man in gray didn't know that he had been attacked on his back, so he only cautiously looked at Yunhua, Zhuo Ran, and Chai Wu in front of him, ready to flee at any time. Yun Hua saw that Uncle Feng was already close enough to the man in gray, and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Don't be caught yet!" ”

The man was startled, turned around suddenly, saw Chai Wu, and stepped back. Li Zhuoran saw that the timing was right, so he reached out and wanted to touch the knife from behind, but found that his long knife was placed in the same room as Yunhua, and it was not on his back at the moment. Yun Hua had already seen what Li Zhuoran wanted to do, and said to him, "Go and get your knife, there are three of us here." Li Zhuoran ran quickly in the direction of the main house.

At this time, Uncle Feng was sweeping with a sword, and the man folded his body backwards to dodge the sword, but in the process of tilting his upper body, he saw Li Zhuoran running towards the main house. Before he could stand firmly, Chai Wu had stepped forward and slammed his palm on his right shoulder, and the gray-clothed man took advantage of the situation to sink his shoulder down, and the weight of Chai Wu also fell together, and his body couldn't help but lean forward, and the man took the opportunity to suddenly raise his knee and slammed on the bridge of Chai Wu's nose.

Chai Wu was suddenly struck and fell backwards with a scream. Yunhua supported him from behind, took a step forward, and kicked the man's heart with a twist, he turned around to dodge, Yunhua's kick fell to the ground, splashing the stagnant water of a puddle on the ground three feet high, the man retreated, and suddenly swung a punch at Yunhua, a gust of wind carried over, Yunhua looked at his fist pointing outward, and the tiger's mouth went down, it seemed to be the way in the Mingzhou area. Before he had time to think about it, Yun Hua grabbed his fist with a palm in his sleeve, and twisted it downward, the man's whole body that was twisted turned over, his back rushed to the ground, but his arm retracted his fist, trying to drag Yun Hua down together. Yun Hua hurriedly let go of his five fingers and pushed him with only his palm, and the man's center of gravity was unstable and he fell into the water on the ground.

Li Zhuoran rushed out of the main house at this time, and the gray-clothed man expected that Li Zhuoran had just left suddenly to get weapons, and he didn't dare to entangle himself in love, so he took out a few darts from the placket of his clothes at this moment, and turned around and all of them went out. A few cold lights flashed, and Yunhua and several people hurriedly dodged. The man hurriedly took the opportunity to run east along the water, but suddenly Aunt Feng's voice came from the east: "Little rabbit, want to run?" ”