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She actually doesn't like to write old-style poems very much, and to catch up with this era of attaching importance to poetry and articles, she has to rely on her natural talent, and in the past few years, she has made up for it seriously.

At present, it is okay to write a few small and fresh quatrains, or fill in a few small and fresh words.

When writing poetry, she should not only pay attention to plainness and grammar, but also pay attention to the right work, use of dictionaries, etc., which particularly restricts people's inspiration and sense of language, and tests people's knowledge of historical figures and events, which is the type she hates very much, and it is not very good to write.

She asked with a bitter face: "His Royal Highness Prince Yi, can you replace two poems with four quatrains?" ”

"Absolutely." Prince Yi had no objection at all.

The quatrain focuses on creative breakthroughs, and the focus of poetry is on the use of dictionaries and work pairs.

Jiang Yi is familiar with allusions, good at pairs, and is very handy at writing rhythmic poems, but she always needs to meditate for a long time to write quatrains, and has always felt that it is much more difficult to write quatrains than to write rhythmic poems.

It's Prince Xuan, who understands Prince Yi's situation, but doesn't understand Xiao Qiongzhi's situation.

He thought that Xiao Qiongzhi was going to show off his talent in front of them, so he glanced at her sharply, and when she noticed and looked over, he turned his gaze to the side as if nothing had happened, and ignored her no more.

Xiao Qiongzhi was also drunk.

Okay, what's the anger again?

She still had to complete the task of writing four quatrains, and she didn't have time to ponder Prince Xuan's careful thinking, so she resolutely withdrew her gaze and walked to the south window to see the scenery.

At this time, she didn't notice at all that Rong Qi beside Prince Xuan was smiling meaningfully.

The south window is facing the towering Dugu Peak in the distance.

It is said that this mountain is Nuwa Niangniang, the stone left over from the past refining stones to make up for the sky, piled up.

Although it looks extremely tall and dangerous, it is shrouded by a trace of luck left by Nuwa Niangniang, and it is not only overgrown with evergreen pine and cypress trees in all seasons, but even in the gap of the cliff at the peak, it is miraculously one in the east and one in the west, growing large and small plum trees.

In winter, the plum blossoms, red plums, and white plums bloom, and the yellow, red, and white plums are reflected in the ice and snow, and the scenery looks more beautiful and moving than in spring.

Not far from the window is an artificial lake, the embankment of the lake is planted with two rows of weeping poplars, a stone arch bridge is erected over the lake, and the lake is full of lotus flowers.

On the lake, which is close to the opposite shore of the lake, there are dozens of small stone piers about one meter apart and shaped like chess pieces, which are estimated to be used for the warrior monks of Zhaoguo Temple to practice footwork on the surface of the lake.

Xiao Qiongzhi was pondering how to write four quatrains for such a landscape, when the lake embankment drooped under the poplars, a sharp-beaked monkey cheek came: Su Quan.

Here's the show!

Just came to deal with Prince Yi and Prince Xuan, but forgot about this good show.

Xiao Qiongzhi's eyes lit up and he was full of interest.

Su Quan still looks more energetic.

He walked forward with his head held high, there was no sign of serious injury and weakness after being beaten to death by himself last night, it seems that the Huiguang Huizhao Pill that Uncle Xiao gave him later was quite useful.

Judging from his dress, he obviously dressed up deliberately today, wearing a stylish white dress.

However, he was too thin and short, and he was dressed in white, like a funeral guard pole, carrying a piece of white cloth.

Behind him, followed by a young man dressed in coarse cloth, holding an oil umbrella in his hand, to shade him.

At this time, the sun is still relatively big, except for them, almost all the pilgrims who come to the backyard to play also gather in the shade of the weeping poplars by the lake, or chatting casually, or admiring the lotus flowers in the lake.

Su Quan didn't chat with anyone, nor did he mean to look at the lotus flowers in the lake.

He walked straight through a section of the weeping poplar embankment, stepped onto the stone arch bridge, walked to the center of the lake, leaned against the edge of the bridge railing, and looked sideways to the left and right of the weeping poplar embankment, as if he was looking for someone or waiting for someone.

After about a quarter of an hour, from the other side of the stone arch bridge, two young girls dressed in coarse cloth slowly walked up.

The one who walked behind was slender, and the position of his chest was as if he was underdeveloped.

However, her eyebrows and eyes are quite delicate, her nose is slightly hooked, her lips are thin and her chin is pointed, her head is held high, and her facial expression is bright and domineering.

Xiao Qiongzhi recognized her at a glance - Yan Shuhui, the second daughter of the Marquis of Shengping.

The girl who walked in front of Yan Shuhui looked a little similar to Yan Shuhui.

But she has a better figure than Yan Shuhui, with bumps and bumps, especially the two balls on her chest, which are like two small hills, which are very eye-catching, and should be Yan Shuhui's sister who wrote a letter to Su Quan - Yan Shuyan.

Su Quan quickly noticed them and looked at them, his mouth open and closed, as if he was saying something.

They heard it visibly, and with a look of joy on their faces, they walked up to him.

Among them, Yan Shuyan, who was walking in front, stretched out her hand to him while talking in her mouth, as if she was asking for something.

After hearing this, Su Quan turned his head to look at the young man beside him.

The young man immediately took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Yan Shuyan.

Yan Shuyan took it, presented it to Yan Shuhui, bowed her head with her, took a brief look at the embroidered pattern on it, and took turns to send it to her nose to smell it, as if to determine what smell was on the silk handkerchief.

After a while, they raised their heads, their eyes shining at Su Quan and the young man beside him, and they scrambled to reach out and untie their clothes.

The young man beside Su Quan was so frightened that he hurriedly broke free from them, and shouted while running under the bridge: "Oh no, there is a ** baby coming out and openly prostituting sex!" ”

Because the voice of the young man shouted was very crisp and loud, Xiao Qiongzhi heard it almost word for word.

She smiled and continued to watch the show.

Su Quan also seemed to want to break free of Yan Shuhui and Yan Shuyan, but he seemed a little powerless, and he only struggled for a short time before he was thrown to the ground by them.

Strange, how can this dog thing be able to be angry and not as big as the boy just now?

Xiao Qiongzhi was bored, and saw that he was like a lustful ghost, and when their bodies were blocking the sight of the people around them, he quietly grabbed a pair of skinny hands and fiercely touched Yan Shuyan's pair of big breasts!

Sure enough, it is still condescending to look at the scenery, otherwise, such a connotative scene, even if you stand next to them, you may not be able to see it so clearly.

Xiao Qiongzhi smiled with satisfaction, and then watched the show.

Yan Shuhui and Yan Shuyan's bright eyes had begun to turn red at this time.

While kissing Su Quan's head and face with their mouths, they quickly stripped off their own clothes and his clothes, and then tried their best to stick Bai Huahua's body to him.

This Yan Shuhui's figure, when she is not undressed, is not too ugly, and after taking it off, the two balls exposed on her chest are not as big as Wangzi's small steamed buns.

The two petals that came out of the back of the buttocks were like old baked cakes that had been left for several days, dry and flat, and ugly to death.

It's Yan Shuyan, the two balls exposed on her chest, each of which is the size of a skinned coconut of a good seed, and the two petals that emerge from the back of the buttocks are like two big cantaloupe, which is really too material.

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