Jiang Lang's poems, of course, are as good as ever, even better than those written two days ago, and his old friend Zhuge Qing on the side can't put it down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Brother Xian, do you like it?" Jiang Lang asked Zhuge Qingdao.

"Well, the eldest brother's poems have reached the point of perfection, little brother, little brother, of course I like it very much~" Zhuge Qing said very excitedly.

"Okay, go to sleep in the back room for my brother, and the virtuous brother can enjoy it slowly, but I also ask the virtuous brother to help take care of the stewed rooster on the stove. Jiang Lang instructed.

"This is natural, big brother rest assured~" Zhuge Qing nodded and replied.

The next three or four hours, for Jiang Lang, were spent in a sweet dream without worry, and finally at dinnertime, Jiang Lang woke up, and then he walked out of the grass house with a long lazy waist.

At this time, Jiang Lang found that Zhuge Qing was still holding his poems, concentrating on rubbing, and then turned his head to look at the stove, the big rooster that was full of pounds and pounds had been fished out of the pot and properly placed in the brocade box.

"Brother Xian~" Jiang Lang shouted at Zhuge Qing with great satisfaction.

"Oh, Brother Jiang, you're awake. Zhuge Qing raised his head and replied with a smile, then he put down the ink treasure and asked with great concern: "Brother, did you sleep well?"

"Good, very good... Jiang Lang nodded.

"Brother Jiang, it's not too early, I think I should go back~" Zhuge Qing said, and made a gesture to Jiang Lang.

"Eh, brother Xian, this is wrong, now that the sky is dark, it is the time for jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains, why don't you borrow a night in my cottage today, and go back tomorrow? Jiang Lang said.

"Okay, everything that listens to Brother Jiang is... Zhuge Qing replied.

Next is the brothers have a beautiful dinner, between the chatting and laughing, there is also wine, accompanied by the bright moon, after dinner, the hour is almost up, so Jiang Lang grabbed Zhuge Qing's hand and ran to the vegetable garden together.

As usual, in the darkness, Jiang Lang carefully put down the brocade box, and as usual, Jiang Lang asked respectfully into the depths of the darkness:

"Girl, are you there, the old man is here again~"

I only heard another burst of piano sounds, and the wind sent a song "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" after the song was finished, and then it sounded "Guangling San", after "Guangling San", there were three songs in a row, "Pingsha Falling Geese", "Yangchun White Snow" and "Drunken Fishing Singing Night".

Five songs in a row, a famous song on the solo piano, there was a break at the end of the middle, and after listening to it, Zhuge Qing on the side praised loudly: "Okay!"

Hearing the word "good!" in full of anger, it was then that the mysterious female voice finally spoke:

"Hehehehehe~ Sir, you are really not authentic enough, you brought a friend, and you didn't say a word to the little girl. ”

"Hehe, I'm sorry to be tight, I was only intoxicated by the sound of the girl's piano, and I forgot to introduce it to the girl, this is my virtuous brother, Nanyang Zhuge Qing. Jiang Lang said with a little guilt.

"Hehehehehehe... It's okay.,Even everyone is a Ming person.,It's not like yesterday.。。。。 The mysterious female voice said.

Bright people don't do dark things,

Even if it's a man's true colors,

It can also be generous,

This is the "gentleman's way".

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the wind was gusting, at this time Jiang Lang looked at the sky unnaturally, and then said: "Okay, girl, the hour is not early, Jiang Lang should also retire, girl, you have to rest early... ”

"Hehehehehehe... This is natural, Mr. go well... The mysterious female voice once again bid farewell to Jiang Lang in her hearty and crisp voice.

This night, Jiang Lang and Zhuge Qing, one after the other, walked back to the grassland, and then, the two of them wrote a song of a thousand hardships at the same time:

The red face has rhymed,

Talented and beautiful pen,

The last of the eyes of the face,

Day and night.

That's it, autumn goes to spring, spring goes to autumn, and unconsciously, after ten years of cold office, it is a win-win situation for her and Jiang Lang, because of the appearance of Qiu'e, the originally decadent Jiang Lang has regained his youth and passion, and his poems and good names have spread all over the North and South King Continent.

"Jiang Lang is surprised" is a word-of-mouth word that almost everyone knows to women and children.

And, what about her, Qiu'e,

After ten years of "leisurely" practice, he finally gained a human body.

"Qiu'e, you were originally a demon fox in this field, but after five years of your practice, you have finally achieved positive results, and now this seat gives you a daughter's body, and you can be a human being from today. Nuwa said.

"Thank you, mother... Qiu'e replied.

Then after a plan of "chirp~", when in the evening, Jiang Lang who woke up from the back room came out of the twilight.

"Hehehehehehe... Jiang Lang~" Qiu E smiled heartily and crisply.

Gentleman's Road,

Contentment.