"What's wrong?"

Seeing Su Bai looking at him with a strange expression, Chu Shihuai subconsciously lowered his head to check his dress, but he didn't find anything wrong.

Pink has always been her favorite color, and this time in order to repay Su Bai's poem in the morning, she deliberately wore this best-looking tulle dress.

In the past, she didn't dare to wear it like this.

Although this outfit is beautiful, it is really ...... It's too thorough.

"Nothing."

Su Bai also noticed something was wrong at this time and withdrew his gaze.

At a glance, the figure under the pink gauze was unobstructed.

I have to say that the figure of this little fox fairy is really good.

The willow waist is slender, as if Yingying can hold it all in her hand.

The slender jade fingers are white and slender, full of delicateness.

The neck reveals the white skin that can be broken by blowing and the delicate collarbones.

Although the waves are not as magnificent as Wang Mengyao and Zhang Yinyue, they are upright and tall.

is a beautiful woman with a beautiful national color, worthy of the name of the little fox fairy.

At a glance, under the backdrop of this perfect figure, Su Bai suddenly felt that pink was not so annoying.

"Childe, please be seated."

Chu Shihuai led Su Bai to a newly added high table and took the initiative to pour him a cup of hot tea.

Su Bai took the teacup and took a sip gently.

A breathing aroma lingers in the mouth for a long time.

"Good tea!"

Chu Shihuai smiled faintly, "It's good if the son likes it, this tea can be regarded as a reward for you." ”

After speaking, she looked at the pink bed on one side, where a neatly folded thin blanket was lying quietly in the middle.

Su Bai also saw the thin blanket at this time, and said:

"When I woke up in the morning, I saw the girl lying on the edge of the wicker chair and falling asleep, and I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I took the initiative to cover you with this thin blanket."

"But it's not worth the girl's special thanks for doing it casually."

Chu Shihuai shook his head slightly, "Childe doesn't need to be polite, Shihuai has always had clear grievances, although the thin blanket is small, it is also a care, so I naturally want to thank you." ”

"Shihuai? What a poetic name! ”

"Speaking of poetry, Childe's poem is really powerful."

Chu Shihuai smiled lightly, and there was already an extra piece of rice paper in his hand.

Su Bai raised his eyes and immediately recognized that this was the "Swordsman" he wrote on a whim in the morning.

I didn't expect it to be put away by her.

It was a temporary idea, and he copied Jia Dao's poem, but at the moment it was praised in person.

Su Bai couldn't help but blush, "Where, my level is not at all on the table." ”

Chu Shihuai's fingers caressed the verses, with a look of love on her face.

"I didn't expect Childe to be not only talented, but also so modest."

She turned her head and looked at Su Bai with burning eyes.

"Shihuai has a bold request, and I hope the son will agree."

Su Bai blushed a little from her fiery gaze, and couldn't help but have a bad premonition in her heart.

A daring request?

This woman is trying to ...... Sleep with me?

Su Bai asked, "What request?" ”

"Please also ask the son to mention a poem for Shihuai on the spot!"

"That's it!?"

For some reason, hearing this request, Su Bai felt a little lost in his heart.

"Huh!?"

Chu Shihuai was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted.

Childe's meaning, obviously it is not difficult to write a poem.

Her eyes rolled and she said in a playful voice, "too!" One poem is not enough to show Childe's talent, so why don't Childe write two poems on the spot! ”

Hearing this, Su Bai had a feeling of lifting a stone and shooting himself in the foot.

But when I think about it, this is a different world, what is the difference between copying one song and copying two.

Anyway, it's all when the text is copied publicly, so it's better to copy it all at once!

At that moment, he smiled heartily, "How can two songs be enough, if you want to write it, write it happily!" ”

Chu Shihuai smiled, raised her hand and waved, the tea on the table had disappeared.

Stacks of thick rice paper appeared on the table.

She said while grinding the ink with her own hands, "Then the son will please!" ”

Su Bai didn't move, but said: "No Maotai!" ”

Chu Shihuai asked with a face: "What Moutai?" ”

"Moutai is a kind of wine, how can you write poetry without drinking."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and flipped through it, and a bottle of Moutai appeared in his hand.

"Now there's it!"

I opened the cap and took a sip.

Half a bottle of wine went directly to his stomach, and Su Bai's face suddenly turned flushed.

He took a deep breath and said in a proud voice in his right hand:

"Come on!"

Chu Shihuai immediately dipped the pen in ink and handed it over.

Her eyes flashed with brilliance, and then she stood quietly to the side, quietly looking at Su Bai.

As Zhu Hao started, Su Bai waved his sleeves, and a few lines of poetry came out of the pen.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"You don't see the sad white hair of the high hall mirror, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk."

As Su Bai's pen walked away, Chu Shihuai couldn't help but read softly.

With just two lines of poetry, she was already shocked.

At the beginning of these two sentences, there is a meaning of a swan song for the ages.

I can't help but look forward to the following verses in my heart.

Su Bai's pen is full of wind and continues to sway, and a sense of heroism is born.

No wonder Taibai likes to drink and write poems so much, it turns out that he is really happy!

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone."

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink."

"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, don't stop the glass."

Writing down the first half of "Will Enter the Wine" in one breath, Su Bai picked up Moutai and poured it up.

Directly drank the remaining half bottle of wine, and he still didn't feel satisfied.

Looking down at the white wine bottle in his hand, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"This bottle is too small!"

Taibai drinks alcohol, and he has always drunk it with the altar, so that he can be happy!

Su Bai's heart moved, and he put down Zhu Hao in his hand.

Chu Shihuai was reading refreshmently, but it stopped abruptly, and suddenly cast a puzzled look.

I saw Su Bai wave his hand, and a large empty wine jar fell to the ground.

With a raised hand, dozens of bottles of Moutai were suspended above the wine jar.

With a flick of his fingertips, a wisp of sword qi slashed, and he directly cut off the Moutai bottle.

Wisps of clear liquor fill the jar in an instant.

Seeing Su Bai's movements, the corners of Chu Shihuai's mouth couldn't help but smile.

In ancient times, great poets hugged the altar and drank bitterly and composed poems that have been handed down from generation to generation.

Childe thinks the wine bottle is too small, not very enjoyable, and wants to hug the altar and drink.

Su Bai grabbed the wine jar and stood up in the sky, and the clear wine suddenly turned into a waterfall and poured down, straight into his throat.

"Drinking like this is the pleasure!"

The whale swallowed a large gulp, and the strong drunkenness invaded, causing his steps to start shaking.

However, Su Bai didn't care at all, and felt extremely happy!

Pick up Zhu Hao, take advantage of the wine, he will be a poet for the ages!

Zhu Hao swayed, sharp but chic.

In an instant, a song "Will Enter the Wine" was written completely.

At the moment when the poem was written, a vision rose from heaven and earth.