The sun was getting stronger and stronger, and she was a little dizzy from the sun, and she also had injuries on her feet, because she had no shoes, so she was a little unsteady on her feet, so she walked to the side of the bridge railing, and held on to the railing with her hands, which was not so difficult.

In the last move, Xiao Ling's feet were half exposed, but she didn't know it, she was thinking about the verses and had no time to care about anything else.

And Jun Yichen also noticed her situation, and also saw the pair of half-cut jade feet she exposed, which made him slightly stunned, this woman is showing her shoulders and feet, if he doesn't see people accurately, otherwise he will think that she is seducing people.

Before half a cup of tea was in time, the guards who had just run out had already returned.

"Lord, charcoal."

Xiao Ling sighed again, these guards are really efficient.

Walked up to the guard, stretched out his hand to take the charcoal, and raised his eyes to look at Jun Yichen: "Lord Wang, I'm soaking wet now, my clothes are dirty, I'm afraid of soiling your flower viewing pavilion, please give me a piece of paper, I'll write on the stone table here." ”

Looking at the red carpet on the floor of the flower viewing pavilion, the items are luxurious and spotless, and she is covered in water and dust, and she really doesn't have the courage to step on it.

Jun Yichen glanced her up and down with cold eyes, even if she was still a little self-aware, however, there were still women who had opportunities but were reluctant to get close to her, it seemed that this woman was really different.

"It's okay, just sit here and write." He has no cleanliness fetish, he just prefers white, but it is rumored that he, the so-called 'Shura-kun', has a serious cleanliness habit, which is ridiculous, but how the outside world rumors it has nothing to do with him.

Xiao Ling walked into the pavilion with small steps, looked at the luxurious chair on the table, and looked carefully that it was still made of rosewood, which made her even more unbearable to sit down, and then stood and admired the lotus ink painting on the table, the lotus flowers and leaves were painted vividly, vividly, and in different forms, and suddenly there was an answer in her heart.

Then he glanced at the bewitching beautiful man lying on his side in front of him, and his heartbeat accelerated violently, asking her to sit in front of the beautiful man and write poems, let alone poetry, she couldn't write a word.

I saw that she quickly picked up a piece of rice paper on the table, turned around and walked out quickly, and said as she walked: "I think I may be able to write more meaningful poems here." ”

Jun Yichen watched her petite figure flee away, a hint of playfulness flashed in her dark eyes, and her slender jade-like fingers tapped rhythmically on her knees.

Xiao Ling spread the rice paper on the stone table, and when he was about to put down the pen, he found that his fingers were a little stiff, so he put down the charcoal, kneaded and rubbed each other with his two slender jade hands, and then shook them before he felt the blood flowing, picked up the charcoal again, and wrote the two Yonglian poems on the rice paper that he had memorized in his heart.

Half an hour!

"Whew~ The task is complete, I hope to pass the level." Xiao Ling encouraged himself.

She stood and bent down to write, and she didn't even touch the stone bench.

Straightened up and looked up in the direction of the pavilion, suddenly there was darkness in front of him, and it took a few seconds to slowly recover, I felt that my forehead was hot, my body was hot and cold, and the whole person was groggy, could it be a fever?

I have to let him stay here as soon as possible to recuperate, and now I feel like I'm going to fall down at any time, I'm so dizzy!

Hardly enduring the dizziness, he walked to the pavilion and handed Jun Yichen the poem he had written: "Lord Wang, the poem is written, if you think it is good, please allow me to stay and recuperate." ”

It's almost gone, so dizzy and dizzy, with the only remaining bit of perseverance: "Lord, as long as you let me stay to recuperate, I will definitely repay in the future, chopping wood and boiling water, washing and cooking, I will do all this." ”

Jun Yichen waved his hand slightly, and the rice paper handed by Xiao Ling fell steadily in his hand.

After seeing these two poems, his dark eyes overflowed with a faint and dumb color, and his heart was also a little shocked, it is rare to be able to write such a meaningful poem, this woman exudes a mysterious atmosphere everywhere, making people want to find out.

If it's an enemy, it's better to stay by her side than to act in secret.

If it is not an enemy and has no intention of breaking in, then it is not too late to leave her behind, and it is not too late to unveil her mystery in the future.

Thinking of this, the corners of Jun Yichen's beautiful and charming upper lip were hooked, and his dark eyes looked at Xiao Ling: "Full of charm, excellent poetry, this king is full of words, and allows you to stay and recuperate." ”

When Xiao Ling heard his words, his whole body instantly relaxed, his eyes closed, and he fainted on the red carpet.