The people at the banquet were on fire, looking at the rarity of gearing up, didn't they all say that the scholars were so calm? Why did you lose your concentration at this point?

Besides, whether it's poetry or calligraphy, it's not a warrior's fight, what's the point, as for it?

She didn't show much excitement, just glanced at them with disdain, wish? I have a wish here, but I am afraid that King Wen will not be able to realize it, helplessly, wait, Jiang Zhen thought so.

Enthusiastic shouting, happy to excited, but it's been a long time and no one has opened his mouth to write poems, King Wen doesn't like this set of grinding and chirping, and he said: "What's wrong?" This king ordered you to write poems, books and ink, what are you still rubbing? Don't you want to disobey?! ”

Still so cold, King Wen moved his hand up a little more, hugged the lady's neck, and looked at her white and tender back of the neck It was strange, a scholar from an official family, he was born so much, rare, rare.

A mouthful of gasp and vomit, fell on the lady's neck, very hot, very numb, although King Wen couldn't find her expression, but look at her gradually relaxed body, it must be comfortable.

A voice interrupted everyone's hesitation and thinking: "Don't look for the snow in Jiangzhou, winter also warms people's hearts." ”

It smells good, the literati of Jiangzhou are good at this landscape, no matter what kind of books and songs are written, most of them are words of approval.

King Wen was still cold, and waved his hand to signal the next one.

It's good that someone opened this stubble, and then everyone was not ashamed to hide it, and they opened their mouths one after another, and presented the poems they either felt or had given to King Wen one by one.

This poem is full of charm, but seeing that King Wen raised his eyebrows lightly, and then said: "Dafan." ”

Generally? is really a difficult master, Jiang Zhen has long seen that King Wen is not going well, just the scene of him playing with his daughter's house is unpleasant, she thinks so, but she doesn't know how comfortable people are in King Wen's arms.

Jiang Zhen was still glancing at the white of his eyes, but the road platform beside him also spoke: "The palace is full of water, the willow bank is fluttering, King Wen is dashing, and the beautiful woman is sad and sad." ”

Lutai, a nerd, looks a little more sven in the day, and he will show timidity when he is deceived by Jiang Zhen, but the poem smells really unusual, when did he become so fat?

Jiang Zhen took a look at the road platform, and then looked for King Wen on the throne, this guy who is not afraid of death, dares to joke about King Wen, is he not afraid of losing his head? .

Not only Jiang Zhen thinks so, but also Chen Yi and others, it seems that readers must be courageous, it seems to be true.

Another burst of numbness slid across her cheeks, and the lady was already blushing from being played with by King Wen at this time, but in the end, it was King Wen, not to say that she didn't dare to resist, she couldn't resist, but she could, and the little girl was dripping at this time, and it was still a question whether she wanted to.

"Not bad." The simple and straightforward two words spit out, this is King Wen's praise for Lutai, and he is also saying to him: "Not guilty." ”

can be regarded as relieved, Jiang Zhen hurriedly tugged at the sleeve of the road platform, and said leisurely: "You, you, you guy, don't you have a long life, how can you be so nonsense?!" ”

"Hehe, Xiao Sheng somehow spit out the words in his heart, hehehe, it worries Miss Jiang Zhen." The smile in Lu Tai's eyes, the light arc of the corners of her mouth, was not because of King Wen, but because of Jiang Zhen, because she was grabbing her clothes, because she was worried about herself.

"If you end up with something long, I won't collect your body." Jiang Zhen said angrily.

"Okay, okay, this little thing, you don't have to bother Miss Jiang Zhen." Lu Tai quipped, and the smile on his face also added a little more.

The poems of the road platform have broken the atmosphere again, and it has been a long time since him, but no one has answered or spoken again, I am afraid that he was shocked, and he dared to add King Wen into his poems like this, and he gave it in front of him, which is respectable.

The literati in Jiangzhou are indeed good, King Wen nodded and praised silently, I don't know what good words he can have for the Jinshi who went down to Jiangnan with him?

King Wen thought so, and in a blink of an eye, he looked at Ji Leyu and signaled him to write poems.

"Qiyu King Wen, the villain still has a limerick poem here, but when he first came to Jiangnan, he wrote with feelings, and asked King Wen to pass his ears." Ji Leyu bowed and replied.

"Speak." King Wen is so bland, if he stays with Jiang Zhen for a day, he will be annoyed to death by the other party.

"Literati and writers are all farts, poetry and songs are annoying, what's the use of only reading? Lonely and lonely, I know it. Ji Le said.

Although it is a limerick, it is not unreasonable, causing everyone present to laugh out loud, self-deprecating, self-deprecating, nerds are not lonely.

"Hahahaha, fourth brother, fourth brother, do you smell it? The man said that literati and inkmen are all fart, hahaha. Junru covered her little belly and rolled on the mat vigorously, laughing in her ears.

"Humph! What bullshit limerick, cheesy! Yan Wutao looked at Ji Leyu but was bored, just didn't want to see him.

No matter how everyone below talked and laughed about this limerick poem, King Wen's face was still flat, not showing sadness and joy, and he lightly spit out two words: "Not bad." After that, he teased the lady in his arms again.

It's also strange that this lady hasn't spoken for a long time, isn't she stunned? King Wen's fingertips slid lightly across her neck and landed on her collarbone, as if he was caressing, very affectionate, and asked, "Why didn't you make a sound?" ”

Hearing this, although the lady wanted to settle down and answer King Wen a lot, it was a pity that she couldn't, she was still ashamed at this time, so she opened her mouth and snorted for a while: "If King Wen's words are not there, if there is no order from King Wen, the cheap maid will not dare to speak without permission." ”

The trembling voice came into his ears, but he was still so shy, delicate, couldn't he have made water?

"But it doesn't hurt to speak, no matter what you say tonight, this king will forgive you without sin." King Wen said.

"Yes, the has thanked King Wen." The lady replied softly.

"Miss Jiang Zhen, aren't you going to write a poem?" The road desk asked.

"Fushi?" Jiang Zhen thought about it for a long time, but he still hadn't made up his mind, and he thought about it a lot, but at this dazzling moment, he saw Chen Yi in the distance, and said with a flash of inspiration: "Fu!" It's all here, you have to leave a word, don't you? ”

"Leave a word?" Isn't it poetry? What's the change? Lu Tai was still wondering, but Jiang Zhen beside him spoke.

"The little girl also has a limerick poem here, and I also invite King Wen to pass it." Hearing Jiang Zhen's voice, you can think of her big grinning posture.

"Speak." King Wen replied.

"yes, ahem." Jiang Zhen cleared his throat, and then said: "There is a lang under the moon in Jiangzhou, hiding his head and showing his tail, and he looks like a thief, it is a good way to hook up with the girl, and then ask his name to call Yilang." ”

This poem can smell Chen Yi's embarrassment, when did he become a thief? When did you hook up with a girl? Wronged this.

The night Jiang Zhen was drunk, you sneaked behind others and didn't you steal? There is no way to hook up, but Jiang Zhen was angry when he saw Chen Yi and Yan Wutao together.

"Hahaha, sixth brother, sixth brother, look at you, you have become a thief." Junru said with a smile.

"Sixth brother, did you quarrel with Miss Jiang Zhen?" Shiro asked.

"Well, it's a quarrel." Chen Yi said helplessly.

"Humph! It's clear that the barbarian is entangled in Brother Yi, annoyed! Yan Wutao said angrily.

Everyone on the pro-seat on the left side teased Chen Yi for a long time, and Junru had never rested since she had just begun, for fear that she would smile crookedly.

King Wen, who was on the throne, also saw that the girl under the bed should be an old acquaintance of his sixth brother, otherwise he would not have disregarded the face of the sixth brother so much, and made fun of him with poems like this.

Thinking of this, he said, "Not bad. ”

Yes, yes, it's good, but Chen Yi has suffered, and in the future, I'm afraid that my relatives will laugh at themselves for a good ride.

Although there are still people who write poems in the follow-up, but in the end, Xingzi has passed, King Wen is ignoring, and when no one wants to write poems anymore, King Wen finally said: "There are good and bad, most of them are still good, and when the poem is finished, start writing and ink." ”

That's right, I still want to write and ink, I almost forgot about this stubble, Jiang Zhen thought.

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