When he mentioned the poem, his eyes were a little dark.

"Poetry?"

Bai Ruoshui is incomprehensible.

"This vacant poem book was written by my mother before her death, and most of the vacant books have been filled by me, but I always feel that the latter paragraphs are not in line with my wishes."

Xiao Jingqing's mother loved to make poems before her death, and she would dance some ink when she had nothing to do on weekdays.

He still remembers her saying: "When Qing'er finishes this book, my mother is talking about it in detail." ”

But before the book of poetry was finished, the man left.

He is half right about this poetry book, but the second half suffers from the lack of inspiration and has not moved, so he holds some poetry conferences from time to time to seek some lovers.

Over the years, this incident has also become a knot in his heart.

I see, her father and mother are still here, but now she is a little pitiful to Xiao Jingqing.

"Your Royal Highness, this little girl in poetry may not be able to come up right."

"The white girl's words were amazing that day, and now she is refusing to speak."

Bai Ruoshui smiled.

"That little girl can only be respectful, it is better to obey her fate."

Xiao Jingqing nodded and put the poetry book in his hand in front of her.

"Please!"

After half a cup of tea, Bai Ruoshui smiled with satisfaction and pushed the poetry book in his hand in front of him.

"Sixth Highness, take a look."

I was a little surprised that she was so fast, and I didn't have much hope in my heart.

- Sijun makes people old,

- It's getting late.

From the initial calm to the turbulent heart, I can't use amazement to describe the mood at this moment for a while.

This verse is unremarkable when taken apart, but it can be put together, but it is just right.

"Your Highness, there's something wrong."

Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, Bai Ruoshui couldn't help but ask.

"Wonderful, wonderful! Miss Bai's poem is a must. ”

Xiao Jingqing smiled.

"Being able to serve His Highness is also a blessing for the little girl."

"Today, there is Miss Prison Bai."

In the midst of the greetings, Bai Ruoshui gently withdrew from the study.

The whisper at the door greeted, and Bai Ruoshui said lightly: "Go home." ”

Outside, the rain had stopped, and the clouds still covered the sky.

The long stone steps are full of withered yellow leaves, and small pools of different depths make people have no place to stay.

whispered carefully and pinched the corners of her skirt for Bai Ruoshui.

More than half of the tea, Xiao Jingqing held the scroll, his eyes glanced at a touch of white, and when he looked closely, it was the close-fitting Xiaojuan on the woman's body.

He gently picked up a white handkerchief, on which was embroidered a pink narcissus, with a white letter embroidered on the end.

I could vaguely smell the fragrance of a woman, which was the smell of Bai Ruoshui.

It's really careless, and he actually left this small thing.

Xiao Jingqing smiled and slowly said, "White as water!" ”

"Ahh Bai Ruoshui covered her mouth and nose, sneezed lightly, and reached out to touch Xiao Juan on her waist, where she was shriveled, and she was a little flustered for a moment, and touched it left and right.

"Miss, but I lost something."

"It's not a valuable thing, it's just a handkerchief, I'm afraid I accidentally dropped it somewhere."

"Slave and maid go and find it."

Bai Ruoshui stopped whispering and shook his head.

"That's it, it's just a handkerchief, let's go home first at this moment."

Near the gate of the White House.

A woman blocked the sight of the two, and Bai Ruoshui stopped.

The woman in front of her was dressed up in flowers, and her head was full of all kinds of gorgeous jewelry, and the smell of rouge was particularly strong.

It's her!

If she remembers correctly, she was the one she met on the street a few days ago, and at that poetry meeting, the person who held up a sign to the poem every time was the woman in front of her.

Bai Ruoshui is not familiar with her, but he has heard of her name, Jun Chacha, the daughter of Taiwei.

"You don't look good, do you?"

Jun Cha took a sip and said with some disdain.

Bai Ruoshui was also good-tempered and said.

"What Miss Jun said is reasonable, the little girl has an ordinary appearance, so naturally she is not as beautiful as the young lady's daughter."

When Jun Chacha heard this, his heart was even more beautiful, and he was even more open-mouthed, and even stretched out his hand and pushed Bai Ruoshui heavily.

"The Sixth Highness will take a fancy to you, don't daydream, don't think that if you have a few poems at the poetry meeting, you will attract the Sixth Highness, I tell you that the Sixth Highness is mine."

It turned out to be a woman who admired Xiao Jingqing, Bai Ruoshui glanced at the place where Jun Chacha had touched it with some cleanliness, and reached out to wipe it.

Jun Chacha was not happy, raised his hand high, and hit Bai Ruoshui's white face.

"What do you mean by that?"

Bai Ruoshui hooked her lips slightly, reached out and grabbed her wrist, her fingers slightly forced.

"Look at your father's face, give you some face, you have to inch in."

Jun Chacha was in pain, wrinkled his face, and shouted, "You let go!" My dad is a lieutenant. ”

Sure enough, as the outside world said, this Jun Chacha is a head and brainless person, and she relies on her captain father for everything.

Bai Ruoshui let go of his hand.

"You know, I'm scared."

Jun Cha Cha smiled proudly.

Bai Ruoshui shook his head, and said respectfully: "Your father is a captain, and my father is a big Sima, if it really makes trouble, it is not easy to end it, Miss Jun should think twice." ”

Bai Ruoshui groaned, and suddenly seemed to remember something, his thin lips opened lightly, stared at Jun Chacha, and said curiously.

"I'm really curious about how Miss Jun's poems were made that day."

It is rumored in the streets and alleys that Jun Chacha, the daughter of Taiwei, is a person who has no ink on her chest, and she has not understood poetry since she was a child, and often squanders the family's money to inquire about the preferences of the six princes.

also sent some valuable things to the six princes from time to time, but the six princes did not accept her love, and all the things sent refused to be sent, even so, Jun Chacha was still willing to stick it up.

In this poetry meeting, Jun Chacha changed the image of the straw bag in the past, and actually faced a few poems decently, causing an uproar among everyone.

But now, it seems that being able to read the poem that day is more like there is another hidden meaning.

Jun Chacha's pupils shrank, as if someone had discovered the secret, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"The little girl doesn't dare."

Sidestep the question.

Jun Chacha stared at Bai Ruoshui viciously, gritted her teeth and said, "What do you know?" ”

Bai Ruoshui suddenly smiled.

"Don't be nervous, I just asked casually, as for what Miss Jun did, I really didn't value it, but there were a few words I wanted to give to Miss Jun, and I was smart and misunderstood."

Jun Chacha was silent, Bai Ruoshui was right, the poems she made at the poetry meeting that day were not made by herself at all, but she bought the poems made by others at a high price, and the purpose of her doing this was just to win the jackpot and gain the favor of the six princes.

Seeing Jun Chacha's appearance, it was obviously a sore spot that was poked by someone.

Bai Ruoshui smiled faintly and left.

Jun Chacha held her reddened hand and turned to look at Bai Ruoshui's figure, her eyes full of hatred.

In order to get the invitation of the six princes for this poetry meeting, she spent a lot of money in private, but in the end she was pulled out by Bai Ruoshui in vain, which made her not angry.

When I went back to the house, I looked at the black stains on the hem of my skirt, presumably because I accidentally stepped on the sewage on the way back, and Bai Ruoshui was a little distressed.

Today, this unfortunate thing happened to her.

If it had been placed in the past, Bai Ruoshui would definitely not be so resistant, she has a docile personality and is obedient to everything.

has been with Gu Nuan for all these years, but she has learned some of her sharp teeth.

"Miss was so majestic just now, the top of the tea tea can't say a word."

Accustomed to seeing the docile appearance of the young lady, she whispered endlessly on the side, with a look of adoration.

"Okay, you, the person who has nothing to do with us still mentions her."

Whispering pursed her lips and continued.

"But miss, isn't it interesting for you that the six princes invited you into the wing room alone?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Bai Ruoshui lost his mind slightly, and then said.

"He will invite a gathering at the top of every poetry meeting, and I am just one of them, and besides, the heart of the six princes is in poetry, and they are not close to women, so how can they take a fancy to me."

There was a faint loss in his heart, Bai Ruoshui suppressed the strange look in his heart and spoke.

"Don't let me hear such things next time, and if you hear it again, be careful that I will punish you."

Whispered and stuck out his tongue, and answered yes.

Night falls.

Gu Nuan wrote a good word, and put it in front of Xiao Jingling as if showing off.

"You see, I've been making progress lately."

Xiao Jingling smiled dotingly and nodded.

"Yes, yes, Nuan Nuan has made great progress, and I, the teacher, can't catch up."

Hearing this, Gu Nuan snorted proudly and happily returned to the case.

In the past few days, Xiao Jingling ran here as soon as she was free, in addition to the relationship between the two of them has improved a lot, Gu Nuan's words have also improved.

"It's getting late, it's warm, I have to go back."

After putting away the books, Xiao Jingling stood up.

Somewhat reluctant to bite her lower lip, Gu Nuan nodded.

"Go ahead."

Seeing Xiao Jingling leave, Gu Nuan tightened her clothes and entered the house.

"Miss, I have your letter."

Jun Chacha was leaning back on the chair to read Xiao Jingqing's book, and the maid suddenly walked in.

"You have to knock on the door before you come in, didn't the housekeeper teach you?"

With a frown, Jun Chacha stood up, with two hands on his waist, and he was violent.

With a plop, the maid hurriedly knelt down and said hurriedly.

"Miss, it was the slave who collided, and the slave punished herself with two slaps."

Gritting his teeth as he spoke, he fanned his face without hesitation, and there were two crisp sounds, which were particularly harsh in the silent night.

"Alright, give me the letter."

Seeing the maid trembling, Jun Chacha knew that she was bored, and took the letter.

"Qing Tanzhi?"

Seeing the name on it, Jun Chacha's brows furrowed, searched around his mind, and finally stopped on the day of burning the book.

The letter is nothing more than some flattering words, Jun Chacha looks proud, obviously very much eats this set.

At the end of the reading, Jun Chacha paused, and the letter said that he wanted to be friends with her, and he would talk about sincerity in the near future.

"Hmph, look at you praising me so much, give you a chance."

Jun Chacha pouted, put down the letter, and saw that the slave was still kneeling on the ground, and her brows were horizontal again: "What are you doing here stupidly?" It's not going down yet, and it dirties Miss Ben's eyes. ”

"Yes."

The slave answered, and immediately stood up and withdrew, and when the door was closed, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

This Jun Cha Cha is moody, and it is common for the slave to be beaten to death with a stick, so she will have to pay attention next time.