Although Mrs. Tang is radiant, graceful and noble, she is a rare best among women, a stunner among young women, but Huang Xiaolong has no feelings for her......

After all, in terms of age, Mrs. Tang is at least ten years older than Huang Xiaolong, she wants the old cow to eat tender grass, but Huang Xiaolong does not have this hobby, as the saying goes, the female junior holds the gold brick, the female eldest smiles and grins, the female junior is eight quasi-rich, and the female eldest ten is a fool. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, these are not the most important things, the key problem is that Madame Tang's private life is too disorderly, and she has the same leg as most of the literati in the imperial city, and this Nima is repaid? If Huang Xiaolong really has something to do with her, I am afraid that if she goes out for a walk, she can bump into dozens of men who have grassed her - it will be too embarrassing!

"I want my buddies to write novels back then, and they all received everything, and now that they are the protagonists, they must not be able to break the principles......

Just when Huang Xiaolong's thoughts were flying, a faint fragrance wafted in, accompanied by a mature female voice that was extremely ecstatic-"Huang Gongzi, yesterday you left the table angrily, so that the poetry meeting no longer has half a bit of color, and now you haven't lost your anger?

This soft and sultry voice made Huang Xiaolong's heart tremble, and his eyes lit up following the prestige.

I saw that Mrs. Tang's jade waist was twisted lightly, and the lotus steps were like weak willows supporting the wind, and she walked in a graceful manner. Its plump-breast-sheng-buttocks can be called soul-stirring.

She is obviously carefully dressed up today, wearing a pale pink embroidered mandarin duck long dress, her hair is in a high bun, and a pearl-inlaid jasper hairpin is crossed in her hair, the makeup is just right, elegant and bright, a pair of bright eyes, a delicate nose, soft and delicate lips, and the skin is as tender as jade......

When the eye waves are circulating, it seems to be full of autumn water, rippling blue waves, smiling and cheeking, all revealing ten thousand styles!

Although he had no feelings for Mrs. Tang, Huang Xiaolong was still inevitably amazed. Of course, in terms of his inherited mind of Ye Gucheng and Lang Chuyun, plus he has read countless films, he has a certain immunity to beauty, so in an instant, his eyes returned to a clean and clear black light, stood up, and said with a smile. "Mrs. Tang is here, what, I'm really flattered to be here-I don't know if Mrs. has had breakfast? If not, I'll let the people steam a few steamed buns and dim sum. ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Tang giggled, and couldn't help but throw a wink at Huang Xiaolong.

At this time, Mrs. Tang's interest in Huang Xiaolong was already unstoppable.

On the one hand, the woman's intuition told her that the handsome young man in front of her didn't seem to be interested in her. It's a miracle. You must know that Mrs. Tang's glamour crown in the imperial city, the men who worship under her skirt are simply incalculable, regardless of age, big or small, ordinary men, seeing her are simply lustful, they can't wait to immediately pounce on her and strip her naked, and even, even yesterday's martial arts Tianjiao Murong Ye, when facing Mrs. Tang, also had lust and possession. Huang Xiaolong's sittingness was not chaotic, but it made her eager to tease. Mrs. Tang doesn't believe that there are still men in the world who can withstand her temptation, but it's just a matter of time! The world says that men are cheap, and the more they can't get it, the more precious they feel.

Moreover, Huang Xiaolong's poems and essays really shocked Mrs. Tang and made her admiration in her heart.

In addition, Huang Xiaolong, as a traverser, naturally has a charm that the natives of the Divine Domain Continent categorically cannot imitate, this is a unique style, and this unique style is still inexplicably attractive to the women of the Divine Domain Continent.

Lady Tang sat on the wisteria chair opposite Huang Xiaolong and snorted. "Huang Gongzi, people have eaten it..."

"Oh..."Huang Xiaolong replied nonchalantly, a slight hint of impatience in his heart.

You must know that Huang Xiaolong is very busy right now, practicing martial arts, breaking through the realm, fusing swordsmanship, and having to make Tianxiang brand wind oil essence...... All kinds of things are complicated, so he really doesn't have much leisure to tease and flirt with Mrs. Tang.

Mrs. Tang smiled sweetly and said charmingly. "Huang Gongzi, the concubine came to visit today to ask for a few poems. Huang Gongzi is amazingly talented, and the concubine has never heard a more moving and poignant poem than the sentence 'You don't see the high hall and the mirror are sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk'......"

Mrs. Tang begged like a coquettish person. "Huang Gongzi, you can tailor a poem for your concubine...... The concubine will personally compose the music, with the music, which is bound to be sung for thousands of years, and will be recited for thousands of years...... "This beautiful woman's pretty eyes are colorful and rippling, and her voice is more snorting and softer. "Huang Gongzi, you write poems for your concubine, and your concubine plays a flute for you, how about it?"

"Blow...... Blow...... Blow-flute?" Huang Xiaolong was simply stunned.

"Huang Gongzi doesn't know yet... The concubine's flute skills are the best in the imperial city..."Mrs. Tang said passionately, and this sentence has a taste of pun.

'Damn it...... This horse fork worm is too sultry...... 'Huang Xiaolong almost changed his politeness. It's because of him, who can stand such suggestive words if he is replaced by other men!

"Heh-Mrs. Tang, writing poetry is about inspiration, as the so-called article is natural, and it is a wonderful hand. The real famous sentences are all available but not sought. Huang Xiaolong didn't bother to compose a poem for this horse fork worm, otherwise she would have been entangled again.

"Giggles~~~ Huang Gongzi, you said it so well... Every word is fine. Mrs. Tang laughed and trembled. "The concubine will accompany Huang Gongzi today. If Gongzi decides to stay in the hotel, the concubine will also accompany Gongzi - perhaps, with the concubine as a companion, Huang Gongzi may be inspired to write poems that are brilliant and elegant and appreciated by the vulgar..."

"This ......" Huang Xiaolong frowned, and said in his heart, Grandma, you really got in touch with me.

That's it, Lao Tzu just made a poem to fool the past...... It's annoying!'

"Ahem......" After coughing a few dry times, Huang Xiaolong suddenly stood up, his eyes were deep, looking at the lush garden not far away, combing through his stomach in his head, and then said softly. "There it is!"

"Huang Gongzi, what's the matter?" Mrs. Tang choked.

"Inspiration!Madame Tang, I just accidentally grabbed a little inspiration and brewed a little poem, so let's give it to Madame!" Huang Xiaolong cleared his throat and groaned. "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Huang Xiaolong didn't have much ink in his stomach, this poem was memorized by him when he was reading before, and now he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he took it out and used it.

This is Su Shi's poem [Jiang Chengzi], which is about Su Dongpo's marriage to Wang Fu, who was sixteen years old, when he was nineteen years old. Wang Fu is young and beautiful, and his relatives are very filial, and the two are deeply in love. It's a pity that destiny is impermanent, and Wang Fu died at the age of twenty-seven. This was a huge blow to Dongpo, and the pain in his heart and mental pain were self-evident.

This poem is to say that Su Shi and his wife died in their lives, separated for ten years, but they missed each other very dazedly and could not see each other. I don't want to let myself miss it, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave was thousands of miles away, and there was no place to tell her about the desolation and sadness in her heart. Even if they meet, they shouldn't know each other, because they are running around, dusty, and their sideburns are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, and saw my wife dressing up in front of the small window. The two looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words.

After listening to this poem, Mrs. Tang's whole person was simply thrilling, staring at Huang Xiaolong with straight eyes, but tears could not stop pouring down, and the rain washed her pretty face that deceived the frost and snow.

In fact, this poem is very appropriate to Mrs. Tang's life experience, she was widowed a few years ago, like Su Shi, and her lover Yin and Yang.

It can be said that this poem coincides with Mrs. Tang, and the dagger suddenly struck the softest and most fragile part of Mrs. Tang's heart.

Suddenly, I saw Mrs. Tang stand up tremblingly, sobbing while bowing to Huang Xiaolong Yingying, in her expression, there was no longer that kind of smoke and flattery, but became solemn, holy, poignant, and moving......

"Huang Gongzi is a great talent, this poem, the concubine will be remembered in her heart, she will not dare to forget it until she dies, and she will be brought into the coffin when she dies. In the future, if Huang Gongzi is sent, the concubine will go to the soup and fight the fire, and she will not give up!" Mrs. Tang's tone was very firm.

'it...... This... This poem also made her feel really emotional?tsk, what a female classmate with a story...... 'Huang Xiaolong is self-defeating now, he originally wanted to send this horse fork worm away quickly, but he didn't expect to move her again.

"It's just a poem, and Madame doesn't have to be sad. Huang Xiaolong comforted.

Mrs. Tang glanced at Huang Xiaolong deeply, then sat down slowly, and took out a silk silk to wipe her tears.

The atmosphere was silent.

"Mrs. Tang... Actually, although I will write a few lines of poetry below... But to be honest, in comparison, martial arts is the goal that I have pursued all my life. Huang Xiaolong broke the silence with some embarrassment. "Mrs. Tang, it's time for me to go and cultivate. ”

Huang Xiaolong directly ordered the eviction of customers!

Mrs. Tang couldn't hear it, but she couldn't move, she just wanted to be by this young man's side, whether he wanted to or not, even if he was cheeky and had a good breath.

With her current city government, sadness comes and goes quickly, and gradually reverts to that charming appearance, "Huang Gongzi, you love martial arts, the concubine can take you to the 'Imperial City Martial Tower' to play, that is the holy land of the Imperial City Martial Arts..."

"Imperial City Martial Tower?" Huang Xiaolong looked dazed.

"Didn't the Marquis of Chunshan mention the matter of Wuta to Gongzi?" said Mrs. Tang. Then he smiled sweetly. "Then let the concubine tell the childe. ”

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