Is this still called receiving poetry? It's called stuffing poetry into other people's heads with your mouth open! Is it possible to make so many verses in a short period of time? It's not that kind of saliva limerick, each sentence has a unique rhyme and artistic conception! Cheng Xiuyi's entire banquet for a long time, no one dared to speak out, and they were all in a state of dementia!

I only went to Shangguan Baocai and hugged his fists everywhere seriously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone, I originally told Fangfang not to make poetry, hey, every time I make it, it's a legend through the ages, I'm embarrassed." ”

"Ahem, ahem...... Where, where, I'm going to say I'm sorry, I don't know if the master is here......"

"Dare to ask this girl which literary master she studied with, I admire it so much, can I read that poem again and write it......"

Everyone admired the shamelessness of self-esteem, and even wondered if the poem he had just made was so naïve that this 'master' could not look down on it. Gong Wan'er still refused to face the facts, and said with a stumbling voice: "How can you make such a complete and long poem in one go, you must have memorized it in advance." ”

Bai Zhixing and Sun Yun finally raised their eyebrows, and asked rhetorically: "You proposed to use flowers to write poems, and you strongly requested that Miss Fangfang take the poems, why did you make it now, and said that people were fake, or did your previous poems be fake?" ”

"How is that possible! My poems are all my own, so I didn't ask my husband to write them in advance. Gong Wan'er said in a panic, but everyone here already knew that they hadn't said that they had said so, so why did they tell Mr. about his poetry.

Cheng Xiuyiba blinked his eyes and asked innocently, "Hmm...... The main thing is that I don't think it's enough, how many more songs should I come? ”

The poet lover who sat down immediately took out a pen and paper that he didn't know where to get it, ready to write at any time, a little more serious than when Mr. was in class.

This time, Gong Wan'er didn't dare to let her show it anymore, and the Peach Blossom Spring Banquet turned out to be Cheng Xiuyi's personal poetry writing conference. In a hurry, the maidservant was summoned to carry out the next part of the Peach Blossom Spring Banquet, watching the flowers.

This link is the highlight of the Peach Blossom Paradise Banquet in previous years, and the precious plants from all over the world are introduced one by one to display and introduce, and they can enjoy the young masters and young ladies who have never left Kyoto. But this year, everyone is still in high spirits, and they are still pondering the details of Cheng Xiuyi's poems, hoping to reproduce them in their entirety for future viewing.

Cheng Xiuyi was still quite interested, she agreed to come to this banquet in order to see the strange flowers transported by Dahlia. The sound of wheels rolling came from all directions, and many maids came pushing trailers with round wheels and potted plants covered with black cloth.

"Everyone should pay attention to it, there is a strange flower this year, which is the Yuhua Ice Lotus that I picked from the cold ice valley to absorb the essence of moonlight the most, the branch is one meter long, the whole body is jade white, and the cold rises sharply everywhere I go.

Gong Wan'er clapped her hands, and a large glass cover was placed in front of her, and the girl's trembling thin body could be vaguely seen under the black cloth.

"Hiss......" The women present couldn't help but shudder, Gong Wan'er was really a femme fatale, thinking that the woman was already frozen. Cheng Xiuyi had a bad premonition in her heart, she saw the figure under the black cloth so familiar......

The young masters sitting there were all interested, knocking on the wine bowl and shouting: "Open, open, open!" ”

The girl and the flowers are a perfect match.

Gong Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, and finally drew everyone's attention back to her banquet, and immediately ordered the maid to lift the black cloth.

As soon as the black cloth was revealed, the precious Yuhua Ice Lotus inside revealed its full appearance, the slender petals were surrounded by layers, snow-white as jade, and the veins with silver light were faintly visible, and the most eye-catching thing was the short-haired girl who was trembling in a white single skirt, her five-fingered iron blue still refused to let go of the cold glassware, her lips were so pale that there was no blood, and she thought that she had been frozen for a long time. It seems to be Gong Wan'er's bad taste, and the girl has a small lotus flower pinned to her right ear.

Cruel, horrific, yet beautiful. The vision is like a delicate picture, and the force of a breath can shatter it all.

Everyone didn't dare to come out, they watched with bated breath, and they didn't know if the girl was still conscious, she closed her eyes as if she was asleep, and her body was still motionless in a hugging position, and at this moment, a crystal clear tear cut down from the corner of her eye, dripping down the skirt that had been condensed into frost.

No one noticed that Cheng Xiuyi stood up the moment she saw the girl, staring at her face in disbelief.

Gong Wan'er, how can you be so vicious!

Cheng Xiuyi lost control of her brain for the first time, rushed to Du Juan's side with a brisk step, and hugged the stiff and cold body tightly. How can, how can, how can?

Gong Wan'er was taken aback, Cheng Xiuyi could startle her with any move now, not to mention that the other party was beautiful and red, glaring at herself angrily, and said stupidly: "Why, why are you looking at me like that...... The daughter of a small local merchant, it is her honor to be able to escort the precious ice lotus of this princess......"

Cheng Xiuyi was so angry that her whole body trembled, she really wanted to rush over and choke Gong Wan'er's neck. However, she couldn't. It can't be pulled, it affects the whole body, and she also has Yisheng, Rongsong, grandpa, and everyone in Guava Village. Can't let them be hurt like Cuckoo again, this time it's a bloody example, she ignores how sinister human nature is!

Kyoto, a place where you don't spit out bones, and if you're not careful, you'll be in the abyss.

For some reason, Cheng Xiuyi hated herself and Song Xingyuan at this time.

Those girls were ignorant, and the heart-pounding past became every frozen crack on the cuckoo's body. Hand in hand on the bank of the Caiyun River, bits and pieces of the examination yard, countless good memories hit Cheng Xiuyi's heart, and the shy and introverted little girl in the past has become this dying appearance in her arms.

The cuckoo didn't do anything wrong, and he fell victim to a boring emotional game!

Cheng Xiuyi finally raised her head and pulled out an ugly smile, "I heard that next month will be the seventieth birthday of the Empress Dowager Chu, Lord Princess, don't make any trouble at this time." The folk girl retired. ”

Can't have any answer from others, Cheng Xiuyi gritted her teeth and hugged the cuckoo horizontally, the two of them were about the same height and skinny, but Cheng Xiuyi felt that the cuckoo in her hand was fluttering like a feather, and it dispersed as soon as the wind blew! She came all the way from Dahlia and suffered so much!

Cheng Xiuyi's tears rolled in her eyes, and she didn't flow down until she stepped out of Gong Wan'er's courtyard. These people who have hurt her and hurt the cuckoo are actually powerful and high-ranking figures, can this country still be saved? Is it the right thing for her to stick to the path of scientific research?

It's a pity that no one can answer her.

And Song Xingyuan's letter, no longer waited for someone to open it, and burned it out under the candle flame along with the thoughts and expectations.

"No letter?" Song Xingyuan, who was tired sitting in the main account, was already the thirteenth question tonight. And the man in black, Yuan Chao, also replied helplessly to him for the thirteenth time, "Master, Miss Cheng really didn't reply." ”

The 200,000-strong army marched all the way to the edge of Zhongzhou, where Kyoto and Western Xinjiang meet. The August sun was scorching, and most of the soldiers who marched forward every day were suffering from fever, and the skin on their backs was red, swollen and itchy, and they were dripping with blood when they scratched it, so they had to apply herbal ointment to clear heat and detoxify during the night repair time, and Song Xingyuan was no exception. If this continues, a large number of people will not be able to support it before they reach the western Xinjiang. Song Xingyuan was upset, and there was no good way to solve it in a hurry, he even fantasized about how good it would be if Xiuyi was by her side at this time, she had always been smart and would definitely have a solution.

But she didn't reply. Song Xingyuan couldn't figure it out, Gong Jingyu would not be so narrow-minded that he didn't send the letter, and the other possibility was that something was wrong with Cheng Xiuyi. If this problem is so serious that he doesn't even want to reply to his letter, then the only possibility is that Gong Wan'er has another moth on her side.

In the past, Song Xingyuan was not unheard of what Gong Wan'er did, and he also took Gong Jingyu's admonition as a deaf ear many times, and felt that he didn't want to interfere too much in the affairs of the women's family. Now I know what it means to scratch my heart and scratch my liver with remorse. Song Xingyuan frowned, and gave an order in the ear of the Yuan Dynasty, and the Yuan Dynasty rushed back to Kyoto overnight. Song Xingyuan stood in a tent in the field and looked up at the starry night sky, not knowing if everything was still in time.

Is it still too late? Song Xingyuan used to feel that he was thoughtful and looked at the overall situation. But since he met Cheng Xiuyi, he has become more and more regressive, reckless like a hairy boy all day long. He wanted to see her, but he forgot the nominal marriage contract, and when he wanted to break the contract, he forgot to be there to protect her. Song Xingyuan slammed his fist on the haystack and fell into an unknown confusion. He even raised a trace of fear, would Cheng Xiuyi just disappear from his life?

Song Xingyuan clenched the bundle of hair that was tied up by the red thread and carried around him day and night, only to understand that feelings are a kind of poison that is integrated into the blood to convey the internal organs, and he has been poisoned deeply.