"What's wrong with you? Why is your face suddenly so ugly? Sima Ke asked nervously.

She raised her eyes, and could only sneer: Rao is your life tied to other people's hands like this, is it possible that you can still laugh?

"Oh, maybe I'm a little afraid of the heat." She replied with a pale face.

"Then I'll send you back, my carriage is outside." The originally cold and resolute face became a little softer, and she could see that this person really cared about her.

"Okay."

Out of Jufu Building, the lively sound in the building has stopped a lot compared to before, but it is still very noisy.

Yang Jing followed closely behind Sima Ke and walked towards the carriage.

Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Cousin." She got into the car and paused, but she didn't look back.

Liu Zisheng ran over with a sweaty face, looking like he had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

"Is the man calling you?" Sima Ke had already gotten into the carriage and was about to stretch out his hand to her.

"Adults go first, and I'll send it another day." She spoke firmly.

Sima Ke glanced at Liu Zisheng who came over, and finally lowered the curtain, "Okay, then you go back and rest early." ”

"Okay." She waved at Sima Ke, and halfway through it, her arm was suddenly ripped off.

"Sss She gasped in pain.

Liu Zisheng hurriedly let go of his hand, "Ajing, what is your relationship with this person?" Why so close? ”

"It doesn't matter, it's just a chance encounter." She said lightly.

Liu Zisheng is an extremely sensitive person, and when he heard her cold tone, he immediately lowered his body and coaxed: "Aren't you still angry about me and Qianqian?" Okay, Ajing, I promise you that I will never be so close to Qianqian again in the future, okay? ”

Yang Jing looked at the handsome face in front of her, which was full of flattery, and felt nauseous for no reason.

Could it be that she was blind in her previous life?

How did you fall in love with such a thing?

It's disgusting!

"My cousin misunderstood, I'm just a little unwell, so the adult wants to give me a gift." Speaking of this, she said: "Maybe I want to use the reason to send me to go to Liu's house and walk around." ”

This reason was enough to convince the sensitive and suspicious Liu Zisheng, all in all, he would never think that Sima Ke would have other thoughts about her.

Because in Liu Zisheng's opinion, in addition to the advantage of being useless, she also has a habit of borrowing other men to make Liu Zisheng taste.

So in his opinion, all of this is also a small trick that Yang Jing used to use in the past, and it is really not worth wondering and thinking about.

Liu Zisheng's frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed, "Cousin, that poem was really written by you?" ”

"It's not."

Liu Zisheng smiled, "Who did that?" Then, with a "I knew it was so" smile.

Yang Jing said: "I forgot that at that time, all of them surrounded me, and I just remembered this poem for a while, so I made it without thinking about it." ”

"I see." Liu Zisheng wiped the sweat on his forehead with a refreshed mind, "Many men in Jufu Building today are scared by you, thinking that you are a little orphan girl in Lin'an, who is even more awe-inspiring than everyone here, which makes us a little unbearable." ”

Liu Zisheng said this tactfully, but in fact, he wanted to persuade her not to pretend in the future.

"It's not good if you're in the limelight, if someone picks it up." He also wanted to say that it would not be the Liu family that would be affected by that time.

Yang Jing nodded, her lips were a little dark, and she responded as if she had really listened to it: "What my cousin said is that I will never go to such an occasion in the future." ”

"Well, where are you going?" He asked again with his hands behind his back.

"I want to go back to Liu's house." She replied.

"Oh, go home, then you go, I'll look for you in the side courtyard in a while."

Yang Jing turned around and walked away with a cold expression.

Not far away, on the second floor of Jufu Building, a sight followed her closely, until her figure disappeared into the alleyway unconsciously.

Liu Zisheng took three steps and walked back step by step.

As soon as he entered Jufu Building, many talented scholars immediately surrounded him and inquired: "Zisheng, the woman who wrote the poem is your cousin?" ”

Liu Zisheng coughed and said seriously: "Yes, what?" Is there something wrong with you? ”

"She's the Yang Jing who pestered Shiro?" Someone rushed forward and asked.

Liu Zisheng glared at him when he heard this, "What nonsense are you, my cousin just had a marriage contract with Shiro, when did you entangle him?" ”

This is also true, everyone thought about it carefully.

I heard that Yang Jing has defected to the Liu family for almost two years, and in the past two years, she really hasn't done anything to entangle Shiro, let alone entanglement, the two of them just appeared on the same occasion at the same time, and it seems that they don't seem to have any.

This is the only time in the Gathering Blessing Building.

"Shiro, Shiro is here."

"Let's go, Shiro has gone downstairs."

The crowd automatically divided into two groups and stood to the side, but Liu Zisheng stood still, looking at the people downstairs with jealousy in his eyes.

He wore a white shirt today, and the man who walked in front of him was also a perennial white shirt.

Jiang Qiubai glanced at Liu Zisheng and passed him coldly.

Chen Qi, Zhang Lao and others also followed behind Jiang Qiubai and gradually walked out.

"Alas, what a poetry meeting, it's gone." Someone lamented.

Liu Zisheng looked, "Why is it gone?" Isn't there no one writing poetry yet? ”

The man pouted, "Oh, Shiro and Zhang Lao are gone, what is the meaning of this poetry meeting, let's go, let's disperse." With that, the scholars walked out of the Jufu Building side by side.

Liu Zisheng's face was so gloomy that he didn't even hear his friend next to him talk, "Brother Liu, let's go too?" ”

"Brother Liu?"

"Could it be that this poetry will be without him Jiang Shilang, and we won't do it? What a thing is he! Liu Zisheng brushed his sleeves out.

As soon as these words came out, the building was shocked.

This Liu Zisheng took the wrong medicine, right?

No one in Liuzhou City knows that the annual poetry meeting of Jufulou was originally held by Jiang Shilang, in order to select people with outstanding poetry and character to send to Kyoto.

It is said that the people who used to be recommended by Shiro are now big officials in Kyoto.

"Strange, then why didn't Shiro recommend himself?" Someone asked.

"You're stupid, Shiro has a noble character, admires landscapes, and doesn't bother to chase fame and fortune at all. If you say that, you're insulting Shiro! ”

"Oh... Then I won't talk about it next time. ”

The discussion was loud and small for a while, and it lasted for a long time, and everyone was spontaneously spreading Jiang Qiubai's reputation and reputation.

Liu Zisheng returned home angrily, sat for a while and went to the side courtyard.

Chunno swept the floor in the yard, and the summer wind was strong, and the leaves of the plane trees in the yard were blown all over the ground, and they had to be swept every day.

Liu Zisheng stepped into the threshold, and Chun Nong raised his head suddenly.

"Young Master Cousin, what are you doing here?"

Liu Zisheng glanced at her, "Where's your young lady?" ”

"Miss is asleep."