Wei Xiaoyu rubbed her hands, looking eager to try, and was the first to take the pen: "I'll write a poem." ”

In this way, when Baozi looks at the painting, he can still think of her.

She lifted her pen, but was held down by three large hands.

She looked at the three of them with a black line on her face, and the three of them glanced at each other, very tacit.

Mo Buqu: Girl, don't you count your words in your heart?

Jiang Xiaosheng: Rumors, it took me a long time to complete this painting, so I beg to let it go.

Bun:......

"Girl, I'll just come." Jiang Xiaosheng said very carefully, for fear that Wei Xiaoyu would not be able to think of writing without thinking.

Wei Xiaoyu let go of his hand a little unconvinced, Jiang Xiaosheng touched the painting of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, his heart trembled, and he was so frightened that he forgot what poems he wrote.

Everyone present looked at Jiang Xiaosheng quietly, and Wei Xiaoyu couldn't wait.

"I'll do it anyway." Wei Xiaoyu snatched the pen.

"Don't." Mo Buqu said hurriedly.

Seeing that Wei Xiaoyu's pen was about to fall, her hand was grabbed by a pair of big hands, and the familiar feeling made her trance for a moment.

"What do you want to write?"

Overhead was the slightly magnetic voice, close enough to make out it was disguised, not his.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, no vines and no branches, fragrant and clear, pavilions and pure plants, you can ......watch from afar" She paused, and smiled: "You can also play with blasphemy." ”

The big hand holding the pen stiffened, and she obviously felt the breath above her head heavier for a moment, obviously angry.

It's just that the last few words, the pen slipped, but it became "can be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed"

Wei Xiaoyu pursed her lips and secretly said that it was not interesting.

With Wei Xiaoyu's voice, the eyes of everyone present changed when they saw her, and they were all in disbelief, this is the Wei family's straw bale lady? Can't read a single big word?

However, Jiang Xiaosheng nodded with satisfaction, he knew a little bit of this girl's ink, except for the words that really couldn't be seen, everything else was very good.

"Xiao Yu, your poems are so beautiful." Hu Nishuang looked at the poem corresponding to the painting, praised it sincerely, and did not forget to provocatively glance at the two people who looked down on Wei Xiaoyu.

"Little beauty, you are more delicate than flowers." Wei Xiaoyu said eating.

Baozi gritted his teeth and pushed Wei Xiaoyu with a complicated expression.

Wei Xiaoyu was defenseless, and was on the edge of the table again, hooking one foot on the foot of the table, and fell to the ground before he had time to react.

The second time, the rough man pushed her for the second time.

Wei Xiaoyu looked at the bun sadly, her eyes were full of tears, nnd, her feet were twisted.

"Rumors." Jiang Xiaosheng was startled and subconsciously cried out.

Hu Nishuang also hurriedly held Wei Xiaoyu and glanced at the bun angrily.

He frowned and watched, with a trace of remorse in his eyes, but he didn't like her when he looked at Hu Nishuang, and he didn't push her hard at all, why did he fall?

"How's it going?" Hu Nishuang saw a thin layer of sweat on Wei Xiao's forehead, and asked in a solemn tone.

"Twisted." Is that rough guy really here to restrain her? The first time he twisted his hand, the second time he twisted his foot.

Is it twisted? Baozi's feet moved, and he looked at Wei Xiaoyu apologetically.

Receiving that apologetic look, she felt slightly relieved, okay, okay, forgive you.

Of course, she also knew that the bun was not intentional, the force was very small, but it happened that she hooked the table leg and twisted it.

Mo Bu didn't say anything, after all, he could see that the bun was not used with force.

After such a fuss, the next painting auction ended early, and Hu Nishuang helped Wei Xiaoyu to live in the Tianxiake branch not far away.

Baozi stayed behind to help Jiang Xiaosheng send off the guests.

night

Jiang Xiaosheng made a pot of tea and poured a cup for the bun opposite.

"Thank you so much for today." In the end, there were always a few people who wanted to forcibly climb the relationship, and they didn't be too presumptuous when they saw that Baozi was there.

"The dragon well of the Ten Thousand Knife Gate?" Baozi took a sip of tea, a little surprised.

"To entertain Brother Baozi, you naturally have to use good tea."

Baozi raised the teacup and said lightly: "Brother Jiang and Wei Xiaoyu seem to have a very good relationship. ”

When Wei Xiaoyu fell, Jiang Xiaosheng's anxious rumor, he really heard it.

"Rumors, there is also some ink, and I am a fellow believer."

Hearing this, Baozi glanced at Baozi very strangely, and he really didn't want to unite that shameless woman with a famous literati in the rivers and lakes, but today's poem is really good.

Jiang Xiaosheng smiled lightly: "Do you also know that the words of rumors can't get into your eyes? ”

"I'm lucky enough to have seen it."

Jiang Xiaosheng smiled dumbly: "That girl is very talented, this is the word, it is really amazing." ”

"It's really not in sight."

The two talked about each other, mostly conservatively, almost always chatting about literature, without mentioning the Jianghu family.

Mo Bu pushed the door in, and looked at the two of them in a panic: "Xiaosheng, the world is on fire." ”

……

In the world, the guests kept screaming and walking the water, and they all desperately squeezed out of the door.

Only one room remained closed.

Hu Nishuang ran out as soon as she heard the shouting, thinking that Wei Xiaoyu had a foot injury, and ran to her room again, only to see that the door was closed.

She knocked the door for a long time but did not respond, so she could only split the door with her sword.

"Xiao rumor, Xiao rumor."

The one curled up in the corner of the wall and couldn't help but tremble was Wei Xiaoyu.

Hu Nishuang hurried over in shock, and was startled when she met Wei Xiaoyu, she was sweating under the firelight, why was Wei Xiaoyu's body so cold.

"Xiaoyu, why are you so cold?"

Wei Xiaoyu endured the bone-chilling cold, and looked at the firelight with a complicated expression, the firelight had an unusual green color, and the smoke was very ordinary, but to her, it was more deadly than poison.

It was Hanyo grass, and ordinary people smelled it as abnormal, but there was cold poison in her body, and a little bit of it could make her feel painful.

This familiar feeling has not been felt in years.

"Xiaoyu, can you still go?"

Hu Nishuang hugged Wei Xiaoyu, and before she could get out of the door, the fire was too big, and a piece of house wood instantly fell from her feet, blocking the way.

"Leave me alone, you go quickly." She opened her mouth tremblingly, her voice was very small, her brow furrowed, and her face was pained.

"Xiao Yu, how could I leave you."

"If you don't leave, we won't be able to get out, you hurry out and find someone to save me."

Hu Nishuang hesitated for a moment, and looked at Wei Xiaoyu firmly: "You have an injury on your foot, I have to take you with me." ”

"Let's go." She accentuated her tone, a little eager, but her voice was still trembling.

Seeing Wei Xiaoyu's solemn face, Hu Nishuang was a little uneasy: "Xiaoyao, we can get out, don't worry." ”

It's really okay to get out, it's just fire, Hu Nishuang's kung fu is not too bad, but now, what she's worried about is what to do if she goes out?

There was a sound of footsteps in the firelight at the door, and Hu Nishuang was overjoyed: "Xiaoyao, someone has come to save us." Then he shouted at the door, "There are people here." ”

"Don't scream." Wei Xiaoyu's voice was very small, and he didn't have time to stop Hu Nishuang's call.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and there were quite a few people listening to the sound, and when she slowly saw the figure clearly, Hu Nishuang's face changed from joy to horror......