Huang Rong Nuli squeezed out a smile and said to Ling'er: "Little sister, don't be deceived by him. He only knew a few words, read a few books, and thought that what he could write was only a general work. ”

There is another sentence that Huang Rong didn't say, whether this word was written by this bastard himself, I have to say twice.

I don't know where this thick-skinned man bought or copied it.

In order to make those shameless people laugh, Huang Rong felt that this bastard could still do such a thing as buying words!

"You guy still doubts the young master's literary talents, who doesn't know that the young master and I am the reincarnation of the heavenly Qu Xing, I am only eight buckets high, and my mouth is full of chapters."

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Huang Rong's face was full of disbelief.

If such a guy can export chapters, then she can't export books?

This guy is not only very bad, but also a terrible blow, and he is shameless!

Hearing this guy's boasting, Huang Rong wanted to teach him a lesson and see how he would end up making a fool of himself.

"Then I say Jing, Jing... In that case, do you dare to fill in a word in front of me? ”

"I won't do this good thing, young master, besides, if I can fill it out young master, how will you go?"

"If you can fill it out, I'll help you cook the vegetables, this sweet and sour carp is delicious for people like you who don't know it."

If you really want to sleep, someone will send a pillow, Jing Zhou was thinking about how to let this Nizi work for free for herself, and now this Nizi bumped into herself, if she doesn't train her, it's right to her stomach.

"Okay, Ling'er is here to testify, Laifu, bring pen and ink to the young master!"

Ling'er clapped her little hands, her face was full of joy, and she jumped up and down: "Okay, okay, Ling'er is here to testify." ”

"Hmph, bluff, since you like that place so much, let's fill in a song with a flower building." Huang Rong didn't know how this guy poured ecstasy soup into other little girls, and she was even more angry in her heart.

If you can't beat this bastard yourself, hum!

"Okay, just as you wish, take the flower building as the theme!"

Not to mention the flower building, it is the painting building, the red building, the green building, he Jingzhou can shout it casually.

After all, who hasn't read a few books of Golden Plum and West Chamber.

After the pen and ink were served, Jing Zhou was afraid that Huang Rong would be tricked, so he asked again: "Which one is the name of the word brand?" ”

Huang Rong smashed it and said, "You can pick any one, it's not certain whether this can be written." ”

Not to mention, this bastard's acting skills are quite high, he talks serious nonsense, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, and he is not panting!

It has to be thick-skinned to do this!

In an instant, Huang Rong complained about the person in front of her eight hundred times in her heart.

"Don't cry later, hahaha."

Picking up the pen, Jing Zhou didn't think about it, and started writing.

This Nizi is quite arrogant, and she has to let her know what talent is for a while!

Jing Zhou didn't think about it, and immediately jumped on the paper.

Butterfly Love Flower Building

The small courtyard is a little sad. The eyes are cut off and the clouds are drunk, and the drunken memories have been there. Lonely and now Fangcao Road. There was smoke in the corner of the flower building.

Flowers and things are stormy. Distribute the warbler and swallow the pipa language. How many tears wet the green shirt. The clove branch is bitter.

After writing it, Jingzhou had no intention of stopping, and then another poem.

Huanxi Sha Flower Building

A song of neon dress dance is not over, the jade hairpin hangs down the temples and pines, and dreams back to the east of the Golden Palace.

The swallows and warblers are in love, the willow branches and peach leaves are in a hurry, and the Luo shirt is empty and fragrant.

Xijiang Moon Flower Building

Drizzle in front of the red leaves, late spring outside the green bananas. When looking for incense and low jade hairpins. It's just the beginning of makeup.

The style in the flowers is strange, and the life experience in the dream is difficult. The willows blown by the west wind are faint. I still can't sleep.

"You... You wouldn't have copied it from anywhere, would you? ”

Three poems in a row made Huang Rong look at it in amazement.

Looking at Huang Rong's stunned look, Jing Zhou said with a smile: "Copyed? You go and flip through the book, if you can find it, the young master will swallow these words in front of you! ”

"Who, don't forget to cook for the young master tomorrow, if it doesn't taste as good as this sweet and sour carp, I won't follow the young master."

I wrote three poems in one go, this Nizi, I can't rely on it!

"I have a name, you call me Feng Rong."

"Feng Rong, now I know that the young master is powerful, this can't be relied upon, I am willing to lose the bet, Xiao Ling'er is still watching."

Xiao Ling'er took over and said with a grin: "If Jing Gongzi is really the reincarnation of that Wenqu star, can I take this drama back later?" If the young lady saw it, she would be very happy. ”

"Ling'er, these words are just scribbled, not a masterpiece that can be handled, I'll write a few good songs for you another day."

If these songs are taken out, it will not damage his reputation as a "must be fine".

This lyrics are also divided into good and bad, if you want to show people, it's better to use the words of Nalan Gongzi, if you write it yourself, it doesn't matter if it's good or bad.

Huang Rong didn't expect that the bastard in front of him really had an article in his abdomen, and he wrote three poems in a row in one breath, and he still wrote it with the name of the word brand. Although there are not many good sentences written, they really deserve to be praised in a chapter and brilliantly written.

Now that she looked at the person in front of her, she didn't feel like such a bastard.

After a closer look, I feel that this bastard looks a little worse than himself, and he is quite good-looking.

It's just not good at all, lingering in the land of fireworks all day long.

"Hey, you know my name, I don't know what your name is!"

Flicked Huang Rong's head, Jing Zhou said, "Didn't you ask you to call the young master or the owner?" ”

If Huang Laoxie saw this scene, he would probably go crazy, his baby daughter was actually played in the brain, and her voice was so crisp!

Huang Rong covered her head with one hand, and put one hand in front of her to guard against Jing Zhou, for fear that this bastard would play herself again.

Now she knows that this bastard is very skilled in martial arts, and she didn't see how he did it just now, until her brain hurts, and she doesn't know that she was played.

"You've got to see for yourself."

After speaking, Jing Zhou picked up the pen again and wrote a sentence on the paper.

"The scenery is for the drunken eyes, and the aftermath of the conversation in the boat."

"Jingzhou", Huang Rong silently read in her heart and remembered the name.

Ling'er carried the corner of her clothes, as if she had something to say, but she didn't know how to say it, and after a while, she mustered up her courage: "Jing Gongzi, you... Can you help Ling'er write a lyric as well? ”

"What did you just say, Ling'er?"

Thinking that Jingzhou didn't hear clearly just now, Ling'er plucked up his courage again, and said in a louder voice: "I want to ask Gongzi to write a poem for Ling'er too?" ”

Hearing Ling'er's words, Jing Zhou was also interested, and said loudly: "What does Ling'er want to say?" ”

Could it be that the little girls are pregnant with spring now?

"Mom said that Ling'er will be able to welcome guests in two years。。。。。。"

After saying this, Ling'er lowered her head, and a trace of sadness flashed on her face.

If it is the daughter of an ordinary family, she should stay in the boudoir at this age, do embroidery, or help the family do a little work...