Dawn on a winter night.

The lights are on.

The cool moonlight sprinkles on the world, illuminating the lively and bustling streets more brightly and poetically.

Mo Lianyi was dressed in men's clothes, wearing a purple 'color' and long 'hair' fox fur.

Zhuge Qing wore a crimson 'color' cigarette Luo Dayu, and the two walked on the street, but it was a good picture of a talented 'woman' appearance.

From time to time, there is a lively and cheerful sound of bamboo flute into the ears.

Mo Lianyi looked at the bustling streets and sighed: "It's really lively, although these 'flower' lantern styles are not novel, but when they are placed together, they form a beautiful picture of thousands of lights, which is really beautiful." ”

Zhuge Qing glanced at her with a smile: "Do you think it's beautiful?" I think you're really suffocating at home. Let's have a good stroll tonight, it's rare that your man will let you out. ”

Mo Lianyi's face was slightly red, and he smiled without saying a word.

And at the same time, at the other end of the street.

Bi Shuiqin, who traveled in disguise, wore half a 'jade' rabbit mask, 'mixed' in the bustling crowd, not curious to look left and right.

She came out alone tonight. All the secret guards were protecting her in the shadows, and they couldn't come out to disturb her interest without her orders.

During this time, her life was quite peaceful, and the plans arranged for her by Miao Jiang were all going well. So, she was very interested in coming out for a walk, without any purpose or emotion. It's just about having fun.

From a very young age, she heard from the elders of the clan that Kyoto City in Great Xia gathered all the prosperity and excitement in the world, and it was the most worthwhile place in the world. Of course, it would be better if we could live there for generations.

So from a very young age, she was determined to come to Kyoto City, and, as a holy 'daughter', she also wanted to merge Great Xia, the rumored prosperous Kyoto City, into the territory of Miaojiang! And she will go down in history, and she alone will dominate the most prosperous in the world!

She stopped and went, not at all worried about being recognized because she wore a mask on her face.

Suddenly, a colorful marquee caught her eye.

At this time, there were four young 'women' with 'gorgeous' faces around the lamp. Those 'girls' looked thirteen or fourteen years old, all dressed gorgeously, and their manners were good, and at first glance they were the delicate 'girls' from everyone's background.

"Boss, how do you sell this lamp?" Bi Shuiqin didn't pay any attention to the four 'girl' children who were watching the lights. Ask the price directly.

The four 'girl' children looked at her sideways, their eyes full of disdain and dissatisfaction.

Bi Shuiqin has been domineering since he was a child, where will he pay attention to other people's eyes? Not to mention that she is now the queen of Great Xia.

One of the 'female' children in a blue 'color' Luo skirt snorted coldly and said, "Do you have rules and etiquette at every turn? This lamp is the first thing we see, you come up and ask the price, do you know how to come first and then come? ”

Bi Shui glanced at her: "Did you pay the money?" Since there is none, then whoever buys this lamp is anyone's own. ”

"Humph! Listen to your accent, it's a Southern Barbarian, right? I know, just a barbarian, where will I understand my Chinese etiquette? Another 'girl' child in a goose yellow 'colored' skirt said coldly.

"You-" Bi Shuiqin glared angrily! These little girls who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the sky dare to say that her dignified queen is a barbarian?

The boss saw that the signs were wrong, and hurriedly 'interjected' and said: "Eh, girls, don't worry, don't worry, I don't sell this lamp." If anyone likes it, they must make a poem first. As for the topic, it is based on the four beauties of Meilan, Zhuju on the lamp, who made it first, this lamp, is who's. ”

"Hahaha, really? The owner is really elegant. "The four 'female' children smiled skillfully one after the other, and it was obvious that it was not difficult for them to compose poetry.

Bi Shuiqin bit her lip, she was born in Miaojiang, although she can recognize Chinese characters and can say that she can write, but she is really not good at writing poems. But this 'flower' lamp, she really wants......

While she was hesitating, the four 'girl' children had already begun to compose poems.

The 'girl' in the blue 'color' skirt spoke first: "The snow and red plum fragrance come at night." ”

The 'girl' child in the goose yellow 'colored' skirt continued: "The 'spring' wind orchid is drunk and leisurely. ”

Another 'female' child in a big red cloak smiled: "There is a true gentleman in the bamboo." ”

"Autumn chrysanthemum frost under the fence is cold!" In the last month, the white 'colored' 'girl' child clapped her hands and continued the last line of the poem.

The boss laughed: "Good! This poem is well done, it is rare that the four young ladies are talented, one person and one sentence, this lamp, it is yours! ”

"Hahaha, thank you boss!" When a few little girls passed by Bi Shuiqin, one of them looked at her with disdain and said in a low voice: "A barbarian is a barbarian, and he can't compose poetry, right?" Dare to be majestic in front of us! ”

Bi Shuiqin's face has turned into a pig's liver 'color'.

She felt that except in front of Mo Lianyi and Helian Chi, she had almost never suffered such a big loss!

These people dare to look down on her blatantly!

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in her toes!

"Ahh

Looking down, it turned out to be the 'girl' in the blue 'color' skirt who inadvertently stepped on her toes!

"Those who shout and scream, they are really uneducated!" The 'girl' in the blue 'color' skirt obviously didn't realize what a terrible character she had provoked, and she didn't realize that her life was actually in danger. As long as this 'female' person wearing a 'jade' rabbit mask is not happy, she may die at any time.

Bi Shuiqin's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous aura permeated her body, and the 'female' child immediately felt a chill on the back of her neck. A little golden snake has already burrowed under her skirt at this time!

At this moment, a cold and distant voice suddenly came: "A well-educated 'girl' will not accuse others of the word upbringing at any time, girl, do you say so?" ”

Bi Shuiqin's gaze froze, and the body of the 'girl' in the blue 'color' skirt was also stiff.

The crowd of onlookers automatically made way for the owner of the voice. Bi Shuiqin looked back curiously, she wanted to know, who was speaking for her at this time?

After the crowd, a man dressed in moon-white clothes with an ink 'color' and 'jade' belt came out. His white 'colored' silver threads were even more holy and lofty in the moonlight, making him look like an immortal who had come from under the moon.

At this moment, he wears a white 'colored' doll mask on his face, and half of his handsome face is hidden behind the mask. makes it vaguely impossible to see his face.

Is that him?

Bi Shuiqin was a little uncertain. She had only seen the eleventh prince once, and remembered that the person was white-clothed and white-haired, although the person in front of her was also white-haired like snow, but could it really be the eleventh prince? She was a little unsure.

The 'girl' child in the blue 'color' skirt didn't know that the man who suddenly appeared in front of her saved her life. I just felt that the other party's accusation made her lose face: "Who are you?" What qualifications do you have to say about me? ”

The man smiled slightly, gentle and elegant, but also noble Qinghua: "There are no passers-by in the next district." It was only when he saw that the road was uneven that he said a fair word. ”

"Fairly? You mean to say that Miss Ben is wrong? Hmph, what did Miss Ben say wrong? It is clear that this Southern Barbarian does not understand etiquette and does not understand poetry and books. It's just a poem, she can't even write it, and she dares to grab the light in front of us, who does she think she is? "The 'girl' child from whom everyone was born has always been proud and domineering, and she already thinks that she is in charge of tonight's affairs, and now there is no room for concessions.

The man in white bowed slightly: "This young lady, in your opinion, is it remarkable to compose poetry?" ”

Girl: "Of course! ”

"Well, if this girl makes a better poem than you on the spot, would you be willing to cut the lamp in your hand?" The man in white smiled leisurely.

Bi Shuiqin was a little nervous, she felt that the man in front of her was the eleventh prince, only that person had such a graceful bearing, and only he could make her feel nervous. The heart is beating so fast, and the palms are even slightly sweaty. She really can't write poetry! What should I do? She's going to be embarrassed, right? Will it be a shame for him, right?

The four 'girl' children glanced at each other, and then said with confidence: "Okay, according to what you said, if she can make a better poem than us, we will give her this lamp!" ”

"It's not to give, it's to lose!" The man in white smiled a little darkly.

Bi Shuiqin's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked at him hesitantly: "I ......"

The face of the man in white turned to her, and then he took two more steps towards her, until he stood still in front of her, and the distance between the two men was so close that she could almost smell the fresh and ethereal fragrance of tea on his body, so leisurely and spacious, and cold and dusty.

"Don't panic, girl, what do you look at the four paintings on the lamp?" His cold voice carried a magical power, which instantly calmed her restless and nervous mood.

Bi Shuiqin carefully looked at the marquee: "The first one is a beautiful woman holding a plum 'flower'." The second picture is the beauty taking a nap, and there is a pot of orchid 'flowers' next to her. In the third picture, a beautiful woman leans on a bamboo, looking into the distance. The fourth picture is the beauty holding a 'flower' hoe and taking care of the chrysanthemums in the garden. ”

The man in white said, "Very good, your poem is already halfway done." ”

"Huh?" Bishui is puzzled.

"In fact, it is not difficult to compose a poem, as long as there are characters, 'flowers' and grasses, and a little mood, it is naturally a good poem. In the first sentence, the beauty is holding a plum 'flower', what do you think of her mood? "The man in white is 'seducing' step by step.

"Joy?" Bi Shuiqin tried to say something.

The man in white nodded: "Beauty, plum 'flower', joy, connect this sentence, you try?" ”

Bi Shuiqin thought for a while, and said: "The beauty folds the plum and is happy? ”

"Good!" He exclaimed, "What about the next sentence? Orchid 'flower', sleep, what is her mood in her sleep? Are you sorrowful? What is the connection? ”

Bi Shuiqin's smile was a little cramped, but more nervous and happy, she had never tried this mood when she was so big.

"Lan Xiang is in a dream?" She said something tentatively, always feeling that her sentence was not good.

But he didn't care, and continued to affirm: "There are two sentences. In the third, the beauty leans on the bamboo, who is she waiting for? Sweetheart? ”

Bi Shuiqin picked up quickly this time: "Where is Yizhu Wangjun?" ”

The man in white smiled: "In the middle of the night, the beauty can't wait for the lover, and a person 'waits' and 'makes' the chrysanthemum 'flowers' under the fence, looking forward to the return of the lover as soon as possible." ”

"In the middle of the night, 'get' Ju Pan returns!" After Bi Shuiqin finished these four poems, he was in a happy mood. That feeling was happier than the first time she learned to control Gu worms and was praised by her master.

She can compose poetry, she can actually compose poetry!

Although he taught her all this, and he helped her sort out the ideas, she was still so happy!

The beauty folded her eyebrows, and Lanxiang fell into a dream. Where is the king of leaning on bamboo? In the middle of the night, 'get' Ju Pan returns! The man read the four lines of the poem from the beginning and then asked the four 'girl' children, "What do you think of this poem compared to the one you just had?" ”