"What was written?"

Feng Wuwu's eyes are clear, his eyebrows are trimmed and his nose is raised, the pear vortex on his cheeks is faintly visible, and his complexion is beautiful, and he cannot be forced to look at it.

At this time, Jun Mo Ran was already sitting in the jade chariot, and the sedan curtain poured down, which happened to cover his embarrassed face.

"Let's go."

His voice was deep and deep, revealing an indescribable charm.

"Get up."

The sedan chair drivers standing outside the jade chariot shouted in unison, blending with the shouts of the vendors outside the streets.

Feng Wuwu stood still in the hazy mist, looking at the mighty Jun Mo Dye in the gauze curtain, and suddenly gave birth to a different kind of feeling.

The rooster cries and the dog barks, and the parents are short.

The most prosaic, the most true.

"General Fengxiao, quickly open the letter, let me wait to see the king's amazing writing." Tie Shou stepped forward curiously, his eyes locked on the light pink envelope in Feng Wuwu's hand.

Chasing the wind smiled lightly, "The son can be taught." ”

Feng Wuwu lowered his eyes, neatly opened the envelope, and flattened the light pink letter paper with the smell of ambergris.

"Wen Ran is angry with you, and this king regrets it. It must be changed by the province, diligent in the industry, extremely protective and loving, not to live up to the delay of the Qing, sincerely, and hope that you will learn from it. ”

Feng Wuwu read Jun Moran's handwritten letter of apology, and the gloom in his heart was swept away.

"The words are pretty good."

Her cheeks flushed, and she put the letter in the envelope again, "Sincerely, I hope you will learn from it." ”

"General Fengxiao, what does this mean?"

Iron Hand scratched his head ignorantly, he didn't like to chew words, although he knew these words, once they were connected, he didn't know what they meant.

"The general meaning is that the regent knows that he is wrong and regrets it. In order to make up for the debt to the master, he will sincerely kneel under the lord's pomegranate pants and sing conquest to the lord. ”

"General Feng, what mistake did the king make? I have never seen a king kneel down to a man. Iron Hand didn't know why, Ne asked.

Feng Wuwu was in a good mood, smiled without saying a word, and went straight into the Ink Dyeing Pavilion.

Jun Fu stood on the verandah outside the Ink Dyeing Pavilion, and watched coldly as Feng Wuwu swaggered in and out of the Ink Dyeing Pavilion, with a chill in his eyes.

"County Lord, it's all arranged." Rong Cui stood tremblingly behind Jun Fu and whispered.

Smack-

Jun Fu turned around abruptly and shook Rong Cui's ear scraper with his backhand.

She stared at her and said coldly, "Cheap hooves! Do you have to shout so that everyone in the palace hears it before you give up? ”

"Back to the county master, there are no slaves and maids."

Rong Cui's eyes were full of tears, her shoulders were slightly buckled, and her legs kept trembling because of fear.

"Crying for what? Brother Wang is not in the house, who are you crying to? ”

Jun flicked his hands on his hips, and counted Rong Cui viciously, and his slender jade fingers poked at her head, venting all the anger in his heart on her.

"Idiot, did you make the county lord angry again?"

Mama Wang glanced at Rong Cui, who was crying silently, and immediately clasped Jun Fu's hand tightly, and said slowly, "The regent went to the court to discuss matters, and there is no time for three or two, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back." We have a lot of time to deal with Feng Wuwu, and the county lord is a little restless. ”

"Mama Wang's work, the county lord is relieved. Remember, don't let anyone find the handle. ”

Jun Fu glanced coldly at Feng Wuwu, who was leaning on the chaise longue and napping in the ink-dyed pavilion, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips.

Feng Wuwu was keenly aware of Jun Fu's poisonous gaze, and his heart was particularly unhappy.

She stretched her waist, pointed her slender hand at Jun Fu's back, and said casually with the chasing wind, "Today, I will make a poem to praise and praise our peerless and amazing Jun Fu County Lord." ”

"This ......"

Chasing the wind doesn't think there is anything worthy of praise on Jun Fu's body.

If she wasn't Jun Moran's sister, who would still look up to her?

has a perverse personality, a short temper, is incompetent and cunning, and even shamelessly thinks about climbing onto his brother's couch!

However, Chasing Feng is very confident in his literary talents, and he will never back down because of such a little trouble.

After a moment of silence, he put one hand behind his back and opened his mouth into a poem, "Jiao'e hooks the soul and competes with the immortals, and her posture is graceful among demons." A pair of bright eyes flashed thunder, and beautiful eyes flashed lightning to kill you. Cherry small-mouthed willow eyebrows, skin and snow are beautiful like flowers. ”

"It's membal, start over."

Feng Wuwu didn't bother to raise his eyes, changed his posture and half-leaned on the chaise longue, and said with interest.

Chasing the wind and thinking, Feng Wuwu and Jun Fu had a holiday, and he advocated Jun Fu's beauty with his conscience in front of her, she was not satisfied, and it was reasonable.

After a while, chasing the wind and having a flash of inspiration, he made a hidden poem, "The Jun family has Jiao'e, and Fu is like his eldest brother." I didn't look at it, my face moved slowly, and my skin was still incomplete. ”

"Poof—"

Feng Wuwu smiled at eating, his voice was particularly pleasant, "I can also write hidden poems, but there are two brushes." It's just chasing the wind, you openly insult Jun Fu for being shameless, which is a little vulgar. ”

Chasing the wind blushed, it was the first time he scolded people with poetry, and it was Jun Moran's sister-in-law who scolded him, and he was also panicked in his heart.

After thinking about it, he felt that he should drag Feng Wuwu into the water together. When the time comes, if Jun Moran wants to punish him, he should also look at Feng Wuwu's face and open his face.

"General Fengxiao, his subordinates are only shallow in learning, and they have only written two poems, and they feel that their heads are empty, and Jiang Lang is exhausted. Why don't you give me some advice? Chasing Wind asked her respectfully.

"Listen up."

Feng Wuwu yawned and said lazily, "Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried to ask the curtain people, but there was no salt. Eating lotus root, eating lotus root, it should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

"Eat lotus root, eat lotus root ......"

Chasing the wind pondered hard about the meaning of "eating lotus root", and it took a while to react.

It turned out that Feng Wuwu was looking at the gentleman in a roundabout way.

"Wonderful. It's better to chase the wind. Chasing the wind involuntarily gave a thumbs up, convincing.

"Copy it down, and it will be regarded as a small gift from the lord to the county lord."

"Yes."

Chasing the wind should be like this, if Jun Mo Ran allows it, he even wants to spread this scolding poem without dirty words.