The wind on the top of the mountain is blowing, raising her wisps of green silk, gradually rising and falling, but adding a touch of the charm of the beautiful woman waiting.

Although there is no pride in "seeing the mountains at a glance", there is the comfort of "a cool breeze after being drunk".

In the distance, near the top of the peak, there was already a lot of excitement, some got up to drink, and then smiled, and some chanted poems against each other, and then for others to enjoy, just like a scene of gathering and having fun.

But if you look at yourself here, you've been here for a long time, and you haven't even seen the shadow of a paper kite.

Annoying, annoying, boring, boring.

His full of excitement is about to disappear, and he can't stop disappointing his fun, and complaining: "Why haven't you seen us here yet!" After that, he raised his hand and carried his head again, and then lost a long way.

Her lazy appearance is ordinary, but when she sees the literati and artists sitting on the same table around her, it is rare to look at her, how can there be a scholar with such a posture? Rude! Rude!

Just when she felt bored and uninterested, just when others began to talk about her, she heard a crisp sound of "bang", coming from her desk, and when she looked up, she saw that it was a paper kite falling in front of her.

It's finally here! But she was very excited, and she was busy straightening up, and the surrounding calligraphers also saw this scene, and they all fell on her, in the end, it was the little ancestor of the Jiang family, but they didn't know how good her dancing and writing skills were, and this time she was indeed able to "understand and learn".

or disdainful, or disdainful, she didn't care, she just took care of the paper kite in front of her, what was the proposition she threw to herself?

After seeing the clouds, I saw four big characters written on the paper, "Tan Lang Xie Nu." ”

When others were still curious and looking forward to it, they saw her happy face with a spring breeze, how could they look at a happy person, what was so happy? What could be written on her kite? The crowd was getting more and more surprised.

But when he heard the sentence: "simple", and then Gu saw her beckoning, and the little song behind him did not wait, and hurriedly handed the scroll over.

A good meal of pen and ink, it seems to be skimming, or horizontal and vertical, the momentum between the pen and ink is full, looking at the surrounding everyone is amazed, did not expect this notorious little star, Wenmo's kung fu has a hand.

She put down her pen and shouted casually: "It's done, it's easy!" After that, Xiao Songyong showed the proposition on the paper kite and the words and phrases she had written in front of everyone.

Jiangzhou has four seasons, and Jiang Nu has four joys.

The joys and sorrows are gone, only the heart of the translator.

Fortunately, he is not here, otherwise such affectionate verses, if they are written in front of him, they will be ashamed.

"Good handwriting!"

"Not bad! The strength between the outlines, the weight and the weight, are just right! ”

"This word is also the best poem, Jiang Nu, Yilang, is it ......"

"Hehehe...... In the end, it's still the girl's family, this barbarian is also emotional, weird! ”

There was another burst of applause, mixed with these Xu surprised sounds, this time it was a good slap for some people who had prejudices against themselves, she Jiang Zhen is not a little ancestor, although she has a bad temper, but she has not done anything hurtful to the heavens and reason.

The students of Qinglu Academy were very happy, and it was clear to see the incredible expressions of the people around them, and they Qinglu Academy was backwards, and it was a corner of the sour.

"That's a good word! But the girl's words, Xiaosheng doesn't agree much. It was a man in a white shirt who spoke, dressed as an ordinary scholar, and there was nothing unusual about him, but his age was estimated to be similar to his own.

"Don't agree?! Who?! Who would dare to disagree?! As soon as he slapped the bookcase, he jumped up and shouted.

Seeing this situation can really be embarrassing, just now everyone still has a different opinion of her, at this time she was defeated by herself for the most part, in the end she is still pampered, everyone thought so.

"Hehe, don't be angry, Xiaosheng just doesn't agree with some of the words in the sentence, according to Xiaosheng's humble opinion, I'm afraid I have to change it again." The scholar replied.

"Change?! You dare to change my ......" Before he finished speaking, he was already pulled by Jiang Jing and other students behind him.

Based on poetry, see the high and low with pen and ink, whether it is a pair of words or changing words, they are all allowed, and they are all feast rules.

This is persuasion and coaxing, and it took a long time to settle Jiang Zhen's temperament, but he just threw out a sentence without saltiness: "Okay!" You change! I'm going to see what you can do with it! ”

Hearing this, he saw the scholar stand up, move around with small steps, seem to be moving and think, and after half a moment, he finally said loudly: "It should be good to change like this." ”

Just as she had written on this scroll before, so did the scholars now, and only when they had finished writing did they put it in their hands and show it to everyone.

Jiangzhou has four seasons, and Xie Nu has four joys.

The joy is still there, and I don't forget the love of Tanlang.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"Yes, compared with the words and sentences of the Jiang family's girl, there is less self-affection and more good thoughts."

"I like this Nizi's words even more, and I dare to be affectionate!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's not likely, whether it's Jiang Nu or Yilang, it's just someone else's good thing, what does it have to do with us? And the Tan Lang Xie Nu written by this little boy is the beautiful thing that people in the world will eventually become married! ”

Whether it was argument or praise, they never stopped, but I saw that the scholar's eyes fell on Jiang Zhen's body, and his face was intent.

"Hey! Look at what you see! The words that he was going to give to Chen Yi were changed by this guy to the way they are now, and the more he goes, the more angry he becomes, and he tears him up right away.

"Hehe, the girl is only eight buckets tall, and she is also pretty, if she attracts a little student's side eye, it is normal, and the girl should not be suspicious." The scholar chuckled and said.

"Sideways eyes, sideways eyes, you big-headed ghost!" This is the last sentence of Jiang Zhen's ink feast.

Qinglu Academy finally got its wish and won the shame, Jiang Zhen also got the good pen, but there was no joy, stayed in Wuzhou Mansion, saw Chen Yi, still sullen and rare, this happy master, when has she seen her like this?!

"What's wrong with Yaoyao? Did you lose the competition? This is not a competition, it is completely a competition between Jiang Zhen and his youth.

"Didn't lose, just ...... It's just that ......" Although he wanted to be appeased by Chen Yi better, the poems written on the ink feast were grinding and chirping for a long time, and they were not shown to him.

With the chirping of cicadas, the long summer sunset, and the warm wind, Chen Yi led her to walk on the small dirt road next to the mulberry forest.

She couldn't be idle, the two little feet stepped on the canal next to the trail, swaying non-stop like crossing a single-plank bridge, but fortunately she was caressed by Chen Yi, and her body shook and shook, but she didn't fall after all.

"Yilang."

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?"

"Hehe, Yaoyao wants to go down."

"You girl, you're still jumping and jumping just now, didn't you go up in one step, what's wrong? But you can't get down now? ”

"You! Hum! Can't Yilang take Yaoyao down?! ”

"Yes, of course."

"Hehe, Yilang has to be steady, but don't fall Yaoyao."

"Okay, good, I won't drop Yaoyao."

"Wait!"

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?"

After hesitating, he still said: "Yilang, can you hug Yaoyao for a while?" ”

"Okay, okay."

Before sunset, the two finally left the country road, Chen Yi carried her all the way, but she was tired, but she was still playing in her arms with a satisfied and smiling face, reaching out from time to time, picking up a flower on a branch, or watching the sunset, appreciating the game in the forest, it was easy to feel comfortable.

He raised his eyes to look at Chen Yi again, blinked his eyes as if he was confused, and then asked out loud: "Yilang, we are ...... now." What kind of relationship is it? ”