"Second sister-in-law. ω δ．．” Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin and said.

"Xuanlin" Nangong Duxue saw Leng Xuanlin coming in, just like seeing a savior.

Now Leng Xuanlin is also following Nangong Duxue to shout Nangong Yin's second sister-in-law.

Leng Xuanlin was also recognized by Nan Lichen.

"Second sister-in-law has something I want to ask you about," Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin and asked.

"What's the problem?" Nangong Yin looked at Leng Xuanlin and raised her eyebrows: "Everyone is staying with me today!" What about Brother Chenyi? ”

"Eh" Nangong Duxue looked at Nangong Yin and looked at her, and glanced at Leng Xuanlin.

Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin who was sitting in the chair, "Second sister-in-law." ”

"Okay," Nangong Yin raised her hand and looked at Leng Xuanlin, "What do you want to ask?" I want to see who Brother Chenyi invited over after Xuanlin? ”

Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin, who was obviously sitting with some anger, and still said stubbornly: "I don't know, does the second sister-in-law know the poems that describe love?" ”

Nangong Yin twitched the corner of her mouth and looked at Leng Xuanlin, seeing that this eldest young master hadn't stopped anyone much, this can still be considered a problem, Leng Shao wouldn't it?

"There won't be many points, how about I say a cold sentence?" Nangong Yin is not in a hurry now, Brother Chenyi wants to stop him, but he doesn't agree.

Nangong Yin is just a little aggrieved, Brother Chenyi, can you just tell me yourself? Why don't you tell me?

Leng Xuanlin nodded, and said directly: "The belt is getting wider, and I will not regret it in the end, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao." ”

"Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. Nangong Yin looked at Leng Xuanlin, who was expressionless, and smiled.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight."

"When do you know when you will see each other? It's hard to feel the night at this point. ”

"There are beauties, they will never forget when they see them, and they will not see them for a day, and they will think like crazy."

"Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term memory, and short-term lovesickness are infinite."

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud."

"If the high-rise building on the bright moon is dusty, if the concubine is turbid cement, the ups and downs are different, when will the meeting be harmonious?"

"The two should be the same after the desolation, and the most invincible is the moon and the moon."

"Returning Jun Mingzhu's tears, I hate to meet when I am not married."

"Question: Chunqi's posthumous image is only a shadow of the world, how can you live together and die differently?"

"Since the king's appearance, the mirror is dark. Sijun is like flowing water, how can there be poverty. Nangong Yin picked up an apple and began to eat it.

"If you don't see each other, how ruthless is affection."

"The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. ”

"It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is dewed and the midnight is up." Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Yin with a hint of fire in his eyes now, there are not many people who can talk to him about poetry, but Nangong Yin in front of him has studied poetry so deeply!

Now Leng Xuanlin is not simply blocking Nangong Yin, he also wants to see who he or Nangong Yin can't say first.

"It's useless to be lovesick on a straight path, and it's madness to be melancholy."

"Traveling alone in Qujiang in late autumn knows that you are in love for a long time, and you look forward to the sound of the river at the head of the river."

"The Huanxi sand people are affectionate and thin, but now they are really not affectionate."

"This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time."

Nangong Duxue looked at the two people who were facing the poems and was a little speechless, Nangong Duxue looked at Nangong Yin without looking at herself, and quietly sent a message to the emcee, "How is it?" Is it over? ”

The master of ceremonies is also a little helpless now looking at Zhan Chenyi who was standing in front of him exuding coldness, he had done it well, why did something happen again?

"I'm waiting a minute. It'll be over in a moment. The master of ceremonies sent a message to Nangong Duxue.

"Don't worry, the two of them are addicted to poetry." Nangong Duxue looked at Leng Xuanlin and Nangong Yin, who were still facing the poems, and had a headache.

With the same head, how can they remember so many things, and why can't they remember it themselves?

After a while, Nangong Duxue received a message, and instantly shook her hand with Leng Xuanlin with some excitement.

"Second sister-in-law, please come with me." Leng Xuanlin looked at Nangong Duxue's movements and said.

"Finished?" Nangong Yin looked at Leng Xuanlin and asked.