My head hurts, but I pushed it, and at 12 o'clock in the evening, I should still be able to write a chapter and send it out...... bar.

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"Sister Xinyue, this is the gift I picked for you, do you like it? I think this taste is quite suitable for Sister Xinyue, Sister Xinyue, you are like a lotus, out of the mud...... Ah this sentence is not counted, it is clear ripples but not demons, not vines and no branches of incense far and clear, but can be viewed from a distance and not blasphemed. ”

After hurrying back to Wancao Garden, the first time he saw Jiang Xinyue, Zhao Yan took out a box of lotus fragrance powder and handed it over as if offering treasure.

By the way, Zhao Yan recited a small half of Ailian.

"I like these descriptions of lotus flowers, sister. Jiang Xinyue took the incense powder, opened it and looked at it, before she asked in a smiling tone: "Erlang, this was bought in Shangxiang Pavilion, right?"

"Huh?" Zhao Yan stretched out his neck and looked inside and out at the incense powder box in Jiang Xinyue's hand, and after confirming that there was really no store logo on it, he asked strangely: "Sister Xinyue, how do you know Lu Dao?"

"Because this kind of incense powder is the recipe I helped Mrs. Fan match. ”

The smile on Jiang Xinyue's face was even stronger.

"I'll go, no one told Young Master Ben, sure enough, all the people who open shops and do business are profiteers, and they really hate nine and ten, and there are no good people in Daye City! ”

Zhao Yan scolded a little depressedly, but thinking about Miss Wanwan, who had a good conversation with him, he decided not to go to Shangxiangge, a black family.

"Heh, Erlang seems to have encountered something interesting in Shangxiang Pavilion?"

Jiang Xinyue closed the lid of the incense powder and asked with a smile, and it could be seen that she was in a good mood at the moment.

"No, no, I just accidentally broke in, breaking the old rule that the man and the dog in their Shangxiang Pavilion are not allowed to enter...... Something. ”

Zhao Yan flatly denied it, he instinctively felt that in front of one girl, talking about another girl with great interest, most likely would not end up with any good results.

"Men and dogs are not allowed to enter?hehe, if Mrs. Fan hears Erlang's words, most of them will have to fight with Erlang, and after you beat Erlang down, I will solemnly tell Erlang that Shangxiangge will never prohibit cute dogs from entering. ”

Jiang Xinyue smiled even more, and in order to maintain her ladylike appearance, she even had to cover her cherry lips again.

"Sister Xinyue, is this old lady Fan you are talking about, very powerful?"

Zhao Yan was a little interested in what Jiang Xinyue said about Mrs. Fan.

As a traverser who has already shown obvious "sexist" defeat system, Zhao Yan is now very aware of collecting information on female warriors in the whole Great Cause City.

"Old lady Fan's poisonous dragon thirteen crutches, there are dozens of national soldiers who are lying down, your father has to be polite when he sees Mrs. Fan, do you say it's powerful?"

Jiang Xinyue replied.

"Oh, it's good that she's not in Shangxiang Pavilion today, otherwise I wouldn't have been beaten for nothing......"

Zhao Yan looked happy, of course, what he meant by being beaten in vain was that he had already completed the number of defeats this month, so he would not get a reward if he was defeated, not because he was afraid of being beaten.

As a gentleman with a system of seeking defeat, how can he be afraid of being beaten? Like the gray wolf, he is ready to be beaten by the joyful and red wolf every day, which is the king's way!

"So, you must have met Old Lady Fan's righteous daughter Wanwan today, right?"

Jiang Xinyue smiled, she felt that it should be enough to scare Zhao Yan to this extent.

"Sister Xinyue, do you also know that Miss Wanwan who is not afraid of heat?"

Zhao Yan suddenly became interested, he really wanted to know more about that Miss Wanwan, for no other reason - that Wanwan's dress was too unusual.

"Well, I know, Wanwan's life experience is very miserable, if she hadn't met Mrs. Fan, I'm afraid she would be with her whole family now...... Well, let's not talk about that. In short, Wanwan is a good girl, and her dress is not because she is afraid of heat, but because her biological mother is a Sha from Linyao Prefecture, and the traditional dress of the Sha people's unmarried virgins is like that. ”

Jiang Xinyue vaguely revealed Wanwan's life experience, although she didn't finish speaking, but Zhao Yan basically finished making up for it.

Of course, what Zhao Yan cares about the most is the word Sand Clan.

"Sister Xinyue, what is the Sand Clan?"

Zhao Yan asked.

"The Sand Tribe, it is said that the Sand Tribe, all the way to our Taikang country, migrated from the far north, and finally lived in a foreign race in the desert of Linyao Prefecture, but in addition to dressing up, the living habits are slightly different or something, and there is not much difference from ordinary Taikang people. ”

Jiang Xinyue has a very good historical knowledge, and she briefly introduced the origin of the Sha people.

"I see, I'll just say. ”

Zhao Yan nodded again and again, and said in his heart that it was really from the far north, after all, in his opinion, the geographical location of Taikang Country should be basically equivalent to the south of the Yangtze River, so the dress of Miss Wanwan Er was really inconsistent with the geographical conditions.

"What's that, Sister Xinyue, I'll give you a gift, I'll take this lotus powder to Zixuan's girl tomorrow......"

Zhao Yan, who didn't pay attention to ethnic and geographical issues, tried to take the box of incense powder in Jiang Xinyue's hand.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xinyue shrank her hand and let Zhao Yan take it empty.

"No need, I like this box of fragrant powder sister very much, and I don't need to change it to any other gifts. ”

asked Zhao Yan to take an empty Jiang Xinyue, refused Zhao Yan to exchange gifts for him, and then made a request: "But Erlang, you have to read the poem that described the lotus flower just now to my sister and me again, including the sentence in front of the sludge." ”

"It's no problem to read it completely, but I'm afraid that Sister Xinyue will get angry when you hear it, and the sentence out of the sludge is really not suitable to describe Sister Xinyue, you can only describe the lotus itself. ”

Zhao Yan was a little embarrassed, the poem itself is no problem with getting out of the sludge without staining, but it is a problem to describe Jiang Xinyue, isn't this the irony of sour and rotten literati scolding people without dirty words?

"Erlang, do you think my sister and I are the kind of unreasonable shrew?"

Jiang Xinyue, who had a seizure of Wenqing's illness, wanted to hear it even more.

"No, it's not!"

Zhao Yan must deny.

"Then read it to my sister. Jiang Xinyue looked at Zhao Yan with a wistful expression: "Does Erlang want to make my sister beg bitterly?"

Zhao Yan was in a cold sweat when he heard this, where did he dare to let Jiang Xinyue beg bitterly, he still remembered that when he was besieged by those extreme Taoist swordsmen on the Yinsha River Beach, Jiang Xinyue casually threw down two "poison gas bombs", which poisoned a large number of extreme Taoist swordsmen.

"Lotus, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, straight through the outside, not vines and branches, fragrant far and clear, pavilion net planting, can be seen from a distance and can not be blasphemed. ”

In desperation, Zhao Yan could only excerpt "Ai Lian Said", of course, in order to prove that he really did not mean to slander, Zhao Yan deliberately carried out a second original, and added a word in front of this excerpt - "Lotus".

After listening to Zhao Yan's recitation, Jiang Xinyue lowered her eyes, and after pondering in her heart for a long time, she pulled her feet and hurried towards the lotus pond where Zhao Yan had fallen the day before.

"Erlang, Erlang, I'm afraid there will be countless more women in the future, and the words of this lonely fang are embedded in their names. I'm afraid this green lotus powder I made will soon be a big seller......"

Jiang Xinyue, who was getting farther and farther away, said without looking back.

Jiang Xinyue had already decided that she would go to a stonemason and engrave this poem on the rockery next to the lotus pond even if it was recited silently, as if it could make her lips and teeth fragrant.