Yu Youwei chuckled, her voice was lazy and charming, seductive and at the same time mixed with unstained nobility. It is difficult to grasp, but it has the meaning of wanting to refuse and welcome, which makes people itch and can't stop.

The three sons from Fucheng, what kind of woman has never seen it, but they have never seen Yu Youwei like this.

"It's just a woman in the Qinglou, are you afraid that you won't be able to take her down if you have five of you?" Xie Gongzi licked his lips, the light in his eyes was hot, and through the red yarn, he seemed to have a self-satisfied realm without clothes in his heart.

Everyone looked at Zhang Hatshui together, and there was only one person present who was obscene and could dance and write. Every time he goes out to have a good time, Zhang Hatshui is always the first to be pushed out to support the scene.

Although he sometimes wants to settle things out with these fox friends, the little lady in front of him is really fascinating, he adheres to the concept of first-come, first-served, half-pushed, half-pushed, but in fact, he has already been happy.

Zhang Hatshui stood up from the futon, pulled out a folding fan from Hua Chen's waist, put one hand behind him, rubbed the fan nail with the thumb of his right hand, and stretched his brows seven times.

I saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, a fan, and no inscription. Originally, this fan was used by Hua Chen to record their names on the fan after spending a good night with those little ministers, but now it is used by Zhang Hatshui to inscribe poems.

The ink treasure on the case has a history, among which the hard purple iron painting silver hook is comparable to the fugue world used by the royal family in the Central Plains. It is said that this is a big customer who knows what he likes, and he spent a lot of money to get it after dragging the relationship.

You must know that the calligraphy styles in the world are very different, but if you really calculate according to big data, the calligraphy of Beiliang is mainly based on sonorous and powerful iron painting silver hooks, while the Central Plains likes to use soft hair, changeable penmanship, and wander the world.

The use of iron to paint silver hooks in the north is not as serious as in the Central Plains, and the one who sits in the center is a human prison, and he will be punished for using the same pen and ink as the royal family. The big patron Yu Youwei offered it, and the sincerity was not insignificant.

This master, who doesn't look at external objects and only looks at talent, accepted it, but he still can't help but pass the inscription poem in order to work with himself.

It just so happened that it was Li Yi, who had just passed through the mountain city a few days ago and went to the Central Plains to seek fame. This Li Yi is very talented, and the beauty has a germinating mind, and has become a first-hand pioneer.

Zhang hated the underwater pen like a god, twists and turns, and one was a continuous presentation of poetry and painting.

Bai Shisan's eyes shrank after seeing it, knowing that he had really worked hard, and felt that he was not enough to compose poetry and used calligraphy and painting skills.

At first glance, it looks like a landscape, but in fact, it is decorated with calligraphy with poetry and becomes a painting.

Yu Youwei's eyebrows are brilliant like spring water, which makes people can't take their eyes off it at a glance.

"The green mountains are hidden in the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where does the jade teach. ”

Zhang Hatshui gave a recitation, subjectively speaking, the ink on the fan surface is green and green, but the fine product is different, it is an extremely neat poem.

The macro and micro take care of each other, which can be said to be unique.

Just when Yu Youwei and Zhang Hatshui's fox friends thought that he had really become a handsome boy, Zhang Hatshui raised his eyebrows, accentuated the word blowjob, and his expression was extremely obscene.

"Beauty, can you give a?" Zhang Hatshui said with a wicked smile.

The beauty in the red tent showed a rare misconduct in front of people, opened the red tent and gasped and whispered, "Try it." ”

Zhang Hatshui was overjoyed, and said to the people around him: "Little brother is not talented, take the first step." ”

After speaking, he suddenly felt a surge of qi and blood in his lower body, Zhang Hatshui thought that he was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be rising more and more, and finally he was stunned and knelt on the ground with his feet below.

Yu Youwei was taken aback, Bai Thirteen's eyes shrank, and he felt a burst of sword qi that hit the soul lingering around him, and he arched his hand at the surrounding emptiness very interestingly, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Division... Senior sister ......, "Zhang hating water wants to cry without tears, how can he make a poem by himself and make the sister in Tsing Yi unhappy, and he will lead the literary qi down at every turn, and that man can withstand it."

In this way, he Zhang Hatshui simply left home.

Bang!

The closed door of Huayulou was blasted open, and the green clothes who came to come still had room for it, and did not blow up the door and hurt everyone, she came only to clean the door for the temple.

"Senior sister, you... Why are you here?" Zhang Hatshui buried his head on the ground, reached out and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes in front of him, and begged for mercy directly.

The girl in Tsing Yi did not bring a hat, and her face even sighed as a beauty for Yu Youwei in the tent.

The people present had seen the ten-zhang long sword qi ravine at the gate of the city, and now they saw it again, but they still could only have the heart of a thief and not the courage of a thief.

didn't even dare to say a superfluous word, just held his breath and observed the development of events on the stage.

The girl was condescending, looking at Zhang Hatshui, who was crawling on the ground and smiling at herself, she was not sad or happy.

As for the scenery under the girl's skirt, Zhang Hatshui didn't dare to show anything even if he saw it, and he didn't think he would have a long life.

The girl in Tsing Yi glanced towards Yu Youwei, picked up the fan of the poem made by Zhang Hatshui, got up and climbed up to the third floor along the hanging red silk.

Zhang Hat's underwater body was not so painful, he got up with a disgraced face, looked at the top of the third floor and secretly screamed that it was not good, and immediately went up to look for it.

When the two of them were gone, everyone around them was relieved, and they all accused Zhang Hatshui of not knowing what to do.

"Why do I feel a little bit of rape? Hate Brother Shui, don't blame my brother this time, I don't support you, I am not satisfied with this beautiful wife in the family, and the most hateful thing is that he even has to occupy the head of the fish. ”

In addition to eating, drinking, and having fun, the three people from Fucheng have a unified opinion, and this time they should be in one camp. This is not a human being, he robs all his wives and prostitutes, and he can't bear it.

"You guys just had a little episode, out of the way, out of the way, let's continue. "The old bustard was a little panicked, there are not a few women who have caught rape in Huayulou over the years, most of them are smashing and making trouble.

Just looking at the person just now really can't be compared with those people, although his face is like water, but that aura is real.

At that time, the old bustard wanted to come over and stop it, but before he could get close, he was blocked by the sword qi that lingered around the girl's body.

She casually pulled off the shredded strips of cloth on her body, and her arms trembled and wiped the drops of sweat on her face like broken beads.

"The officials present, thank you for your love, if you really have a marriage at home, please go back. Yu Youwei was dressed in a red veil mopping the floor, and her jade feet opened the tent and lit it on the specially built high platform of Huayulou.

She is slender and petite, but she still feels young, perhaps this is why she has been in the red tent.

"What does this mean? I don't know how many years this annual lantern festival has been going on, and tonight Oiran must choose a man to go to Wushan together. It's just a dusty woman, I can think it's a mood to pretend to be high, but you don't know what to do!"

"It's just that he's obviously a third-rate character, so he has to make friends with something. If you really come out of the mud and are not stained, then why are you standing on the high platform?"

Yu Youwei was silent, and the eyes of the audience pierced her like pins and needles.

Suddenly, she smiled and looked at the peonies resting in a few corners, looking slightly lonely.

"Four sons, please. Yu Youwei quickly came back to her senses, and didn't pay attention to the words in the audience, but just handed the four treasures of the study to Bai Thirteen and Fourteen.

The three sons from the city are good at eating, drinking, and laughing, walking birds and teasing eagles, but they are really not good at dancing and writing.

One person whispered to Yu Youwei: "Beauty, three thousand taels of silver tickets to buy you for one night, go through the back door?"

Who knew that Yu Youwei refused politely: "Youwei doesn't want to be auctioned." ”

The three of them pursed their lips when they heard this, looking at Yu Youwei's young figure who came out of the tent, and they could hear that her voice was also deliberately practiced charming, a proper little girl who had not dried up.

It's naturally not a loss to be able to eat, but if the three of them really spend it with a pretending to be a tall little girl, they really don't have the energy.

On the other hand, Bai Shisan, who was on the side, was silent, because he had crossed over, and the owner of the original body had not read a private school for a few years, so the poems he wrote were crooked and did not have the slightest beauty.

Compared with the blank space of the three people, Yu Youwei still picked up Bai Thirteen's paper and looked at it.

There are only a few sentences on it: "Hongying only says that in the palace, the green leaves can be stained with road dust." ”

Yu Youwei is as beautiful as a peony and noble as a peony, but unfortunately she was born without that nobility.

"Do you think I'm like this?" Yu Youwei stopped Bai Thirteen.

Bai Shisan, who was already planning to leave, sighed and replied, "It's the girl who thinks so. ”

The wind was strong on the top of the attic, and it was the closest place to the moon along the mountain castle. The long sword carried by the girl in Tsing Yi was drawn by her mind. The man left with his sword when he was just sensible, and never returned.

As she left, she grabbed the man who smiled gently and elegantly, and babbled, "Where is my mother?"

The man finally turned his head with delay, squatted in front of the girl, and gently pointed to the moon in the sky and said, "It's beautiful, isn't it? ”

The girl nodded ignorantly, and asked again, "Where are you going?"

The man looked at the moon in the sky and was silent.

The street is brightly lit, children carry lanterns, fire trees and silver flowers are loud, and the lanterns in the river float into the distance with people's thoughts.

Zhang Hatshui's arms were wrapped around the pavilion on the spire, and his legs and feet were weak and kicked down a few pieces of rubble.

He trembled and took out the intact lantern from his bosom and handed it to the girl who was sitting on the eaves with her legs hanging and swaying.

The girl turned her head with her cheeks, snorted, and ignored him.

Zhang Hatshui smiled, leaned over to the girl and said in a glutinous voice: "Senior sister, let's go and put the lanterns together." ”

"Don't you play with your little Oiran anymore?Zhang Hatshui, you are very good at writing, do you have to say a few words of love when you see a good-looking little girl?" The girl looked at Zhang Hatshui, her expression was subtle, and she looked like she had seen through him.

Hearing this, Zhang Hatshui immediately raised three fingers to the sky and swore: "It's all a scene, and there is absolutely no crooked thoughts." ”

Perhaps because of the wind, Zhang Hatshui stood up and lowered his head, realizing that his senior sister was at the age of growing her body, and the roundness of her chest was a little faintly unrestrained.

The girl noticed Zhang Hatshui's eyes, and immediately became angry, and punched Zhang Hatshui down the top floor.

Zhang Hatshui was paralyzed on the red carpet corridor on the third floor, and there was still a lot of people below. He looked at the hollow figure on the top of the building, and could vaguely see the girl's smug gaze.

He touched his lower body and was puzzled: "Senior sister, isn't the pure heart mantra you gave me as long as I have bad thoughts about girls? Why am I okay with you?" ”

The girl's face turned red when she rubbed it, and she threw a piece of rubble on Zhang Hatshui's face, and said angrily: "You care about me!"