"Have you eaten enough?" Jun lightly put down his chopsticks and asked softly.

Xiao Li glanced at the plate with only chicken bones left, and pouted and looked at Jun Qing, his eyes watery.

Jun lightly pulled up his lips and glanced at Xiao Er not far away.

Xiao Er's second understood, ran over, and said attentively: "But you two still need to add food?" ”

"Ten chicken thighs, wrap them." Jun lightly threw over a silver ingot: "No need to look for it." ”

Xiao Er suddenly smiled, and ran to the back kitchen to work.

Not far away, the three of them watched this scene, and their faces flashed with disgust.

The woman in gray swallowed what was in her mouth and pursed her lips: "This is more edible than the fat girl in my family." ”

The woman in white shook her head, shook her folding fan twice, and said, "No, no, no!" The husband is pregnant, and it is common to be greedy! ”

After the woman spoke, the three of them looked at Xiao Li's abdomen together, their eyes were very strong.

Jun Qing's face was gloomy for a moment, he took off his robe and wrapped the other party tightly, and then turned his head, and the phoenix eyes were cold and scraped over the three of them, as if they were carrying ice ballast.

This momentum startled the three of them, and they all lowered their heads, their faces turned pale.

At this moment, the little second person trotted over with an oiled paper bag: "Guest officer, the things you want are ready." ”

Jun Qing withdrew his eyes, took it expressionlessly, and walked out of the restaurant with Xiao Li in his arms.

After the people left, the three of them patted their chests and breathed a sigh of relief.

"That man's eyes just now were so mad!" The woman in purple stretched out to wipe away the cold sweat from her forehead.

After hearing this, the woman in gray's eyes widened suddenly: "I remember, this person came to Wenqu County in the middle of winter last year, according to friends in the Yanei, this person is not small, and the county magistrates have to stammer with her." ”

"Is there such a thing?" The woman in blue was slightly surprised: "I just don't know what the identity of this person is?" ”

The woman in gray shrugged, indicating that she didn't know, picked up the wine glass, and the cold liquid went down to her stomach, and Fang Jue came back to life.

The woman in white on the side was still shaking the folding fan gently, but her eyes were looking at the door of the restaurant, thoughtful.

Just now, the man's eyes were so familiar, and he always felt that he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

The three people at the table saw that the woman in white finally changed her expression, and her face was full of incredulity.

This one even has other expressions!

It's raining from above!

The eyes of the three of them were too strong, and Shengsheng pulled the woman in white back, glanced at everyone, and folded the fan slightly: "What's wrong?" Could it be that I have something on my face? ”

The three of them shook their heads in unison, their eyes becoming more and more strange.

Woman in White: "..."

Let's talk about Junqing's side.

Holding the husband and walking around Wenqu County for half a circle, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of the crowd rushing to one place, frowned, and was just about to raise his feet to leave, when he heard the curious voice of the person in his arms: "Wife, I want to go and see." ”

Jun hesitated for a moment, but still accepted his fate and hugged Xiao Li and squeezed into the crowd.

Along the way, the people around him gossiped, and Jun Qing also knew about it.

It's just the annual chrysanthemum appreciation conference in Wenqu County, with chrysanthemum as the theme, comparing poems and texts, ranking second, and then moving out a few pots of chrysanthemums as a reward, nothing new, boring to the extreme.

In the eyes of a person like the Junda Demon King, who has no literary and artistic cells at all, even if a chrysanthemum is praised to the sky, no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, it is just a flower!

It's better to have chicken legs, at least you can make your daughter-in-law happy, what do you do when you win home with a pot of broken chrysanthemums?

Furnishings?

Really!

Although he thought so, his footsteps did not stop, and after five levels and six generals, the big demon king took the lead, and finally stood out and squeezed into the inner circle.

At this time, the sound of gongs sounded on the stage, and a middle-aged woman in her fifties looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "Thank you for participating in the chrysanthemum appreciation conference tonight, as in previous years, a pillar of incense is limited, and the chrysanthemum is the theme to make poems on the spot, and the top ten are selected, and the last seven can each get a pot of mane Shan Buddha dust, and the top three in the tail can get a pot of ink chrysanthemum, the middle is a green cloud, and the leader is a peony green." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged woman slammed the gong plate: "The game begins." ”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was crowded, and nearly 20 people came to the stage to write poems.

Jun lightly hugged people to avoid being squeezed.

When I looked down, I saw Xiao Li's peach eyes shining, her pretty face was looking forward to it, and she said softly: "Wife, I also want a pot of chrysanthemums." ”

Jun frowned slightly, and sighed helplessly, whatever his daughter-in-law's request said was to be satisfied.

Hooked his lips close to the young man's ear, and said ambiguously: "If the wife wins, I will ask Xiao Li'er for a reward tonight." ”

After listening to this, Xiao Li shrunk his neck, his little face was covered with pink, he didn't speak, his eyes wandered around and there was no landing spot.

Jun laughed softly and wrapped the person tightly and stepped onto the stage.

Because of the husband in his arms, everyone below talked about it, and even the middle-aged woman glanced at it, her expression was surprised, and it was fleeting, and she continued to compose poems in the stand.

"Hug your wife's neck." Jun said softly.

Xiao Li did as he said, Jun Qing was satisfied with the right side, picked up the brush and dipped it lightly in ink, and it was done overnight, vigorous and powerful.

glanced at the poem, it was Zheng Sixiao's Han Ju in the Song Dynasty.

"The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are thick, and the independent sparse hedge is not endless. I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. ”

put down the pen and walked off the stage with his husband in his arms, without the slightest sense of guilt for plagiarizing ancient texts.

For the Great Demon King, being chosen by her is a poet's luck!

It's still the kind of green smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb!

Too proud to be!

After a while, the game ended, the referee ranked in public, and Jun Qing's Han Ju crowned the poetry and won the first place without accident.

Junqing's expression was light, and it was not her poem.

However, the peach eyes of the person in his arms are bright and sparkling, and the brilliance seems to be about to burst out.

Jun lightly stuffed the other party's head into his arms like a thief, and wrapped up his robe to ensure that his head and feet were covered, so he felt a lot more relieved.

Then he coldly glanced at the people around him, but saw that everyone was questioning, pointing and pointing, very unconvinced, obviously doubting the ranking of the poem.

Jun Qing didn't take it seriously, as long as he didn't stare at the little guy, he withdrew his eyes and hugged people tighter.

Suddenly, the top ten poems were posted, and after everyone read Jun Qing's Han Ju, the discussion became quieter.

At this time, the middle-aged woman stepped off the stage and brought the pot of peony green: "This is the lottery you won." ”

Jun glanced at it lightly, didn't want to take it, and was about to open his mouth to refuse, but saw Xiao Li arch his head, stretched out his arms and hugged him, his eyebrows and smiles.

Jun Qing: "..."I want to smash it!"

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, he raised his feet and walked out of the crowd, and before he took a few steps, he was blocked by a group of people.

Jun Qing's eyelashes were slightly raised, and he glanced at the people in front of him, who were the people from Zuixianglou.

The woman in white was holding a basin of green clouds, thinking that she was second, and among the others, only the woman in blue was holding a basin of mane and dusting Buddha dust, and her face was full of pride at the moment, and she said provocatively: "Your Han chrysanthemum is nothing more than that!" Why don't we compete again? ”

Jun Qingfeng's eyes slanted at the other party coldly: "Get out." ”

There was frost in his voice.

The woman in blue was startled, and subconsciously took a half step back, but before she could stand firmly, she heard the woman in purple sneer: "Could it be that you dare not compare?" I don't know if you copied that poem. ”

The woman in gray also stepped forward and echoed: "It makes sense! ”

Jun Qing: "..."If you have the ability, you can copy it!"

Then his eyes shot at everyone like a knife, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Get out or die." ”

Murderous intent is born.

The three of them couldn't help but shiver, and their legs trembled and they took a few steps back.

Jun Qing withdrew his eyes and hugged Xiao Li and went back.