As soon as Chen Wenqing's poem came out, Liu Rumei showed a surprised expression.

Obviously, this poem was written for Liu Rumei.

The poem praises her unparalleled beauty and the appearance of a country and a city. And she believes this, after the poem comes out, I am afraid that everyone in the world will know her beauty.

"When the son embroiders his mouth, it is a beautiful poem. It's just that Rumei doesn't deserve such praise from the son."

Liu Rumei's posture is graceful, shy and dewy, and there is a lot of style between her eyebrows and eyes.

Chen Wenqing has never seen such a beautiful woman.

It's just a glance and it's gone.

"Poor Chen Wenqing, I have seen the girl, and the girl has praised it falsely." Chen Wenqing waved lightly.

"Chen Gongzi is a poet, and he must not be a healthy person. I don't know where Childe came from?"

Liu Rumei's voice is like a clear spring in a deep valley, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, making people happy.

Chen Wenqing stood in the moonlight, graceful.

"Poor Road came from Gangnam Province, and it is indeed the first time I have come to Jiankang Mansion..."

Liu Ru's eyebrows and eyes were sheared, and the corners of her mouth were smiling.

"Childe's talent is unparalleled in the world, and he admires him like an eyebrow. Previously, Rumei thought that Gongzi was a Confucian Tianjiao in the Academy, but she didn't expect that he was a master of Taoism..."

Liu Rumei swayed and took a few steps forward towards Chen Wenqing.

"Childe's poetry is brilliant ancient and modern, especially this "Water Tune Song Head" is even more ethereal fairy, coupled with Childe's elegant temperament and peerless appearance, just like an immortal descending to earth, seeing it today makes Rumei's heart happy."

Chen Wenqing and Liu Rumei looked at each other, and they both saw appreciation in each other's eyes.

Someone once said.

When the two met, they both started with their appearance, respected their talents, matched their character, lasted for a long time, and finally had their character.

Chen Wenqing and Liu Rumei are like this, just at a glance, they know what the other party is thinking.

The full moon was like a silver plate, sprinkling thousands of brilliance, and the two of them seemed to be covered with a white veil.

The beauty of Liu Rumei seems to be in the bones, and the whole body exudes a unique attraction.

"Miss Liu looks down on her, and she is ashamed."

Chen Wenqing said this, but he was also very happy in his heart.

Whoever is praised by such a beautiful woman in a tone that borders on admiration will also have ripples in his heart.

Liu Rumei smiled lightly, and her face was like a flying glow.

"The poems written by Childe today in the Red Sleeve Move will be famous tomorrow to build a healthy city, and my Red Sleeve Move will also be famous in the world with the name of the Childe. If you receive the great favor of the son, I don't know how to repay the son."

Chen Wenqing's three poems have been handed down, which is definitely a very brilliant thing for the red sleeve move.

It is conceivable that the red sleeves that have already built a Kangcheng will definitely become famous in one fell swoop, and the world knows it.

In the past, the red sleeve trick was just a place of fireworks; In the future, the red sleeves became a place where literati and scholars gathered.

The reputation of the red sleeve move will also change greatly.

The so-called, the mountain is not high, there are immortals, the water is not deep, and there are dragons.

The red sleeves have Chen Wenqing's three hand-me-down poems, which will also become unusual.

"Poor Dao originally just came to drink and admire the moon today, and composing poems was just a coincidence, so Miss Rumei didn't need to care. There's no need to be polite and say anything like repayment."

Chen Wenqing never thought about what to ask of the person in front of him, so he directly rejected Liu Rumei's kindness.

"Childe is elegant, like an eyebrow admiration. Since this is the case, then Rumei will accept the love of the son, and in the future, it will be useful to my red sleeves and the place where the eyebrows are, and please don't shirk the son."

Liu Ru's eyebrows and eyes smiled, and she became more and more satisfied with Chen Wenqing in front of her, and a faint feeling appeared in her heart.

At this time.

A maid stepped forward to put a rosewood desk up, and then some exquisite wine and food were served one after another, and Liu Rumei sat down in front of a guqin.

"Today, Rumei and Chen Gongzi hit it off at first sight, and they were happy, and Rumei was willing to help with the piano

Xing, please give a review or two."

Liu Rumei's slender and round fingers brushed on the zither, and a song "Jiang Yue" began to play.

Chen Wenqing raised his glass and drank alone, accompanied by the breeze and the guzheng, feeling that he had never been relaxed.

Chen Wenqing took one cup after another, immersed in the guzheng tunes of the bright moon river.

Pile of flowers to brew, easy to intoxicating.

The song "Jiang Yue" is also easy to intoxicate.

Of course.

The most intoxicating thing is the fragrant fragrance emanating from Liu Rumei's body and the shallow smile at the corner of her mouth.

After a song "Jiang Yue".

Therefore, Chen Wenqing was undoubtedly drunk.

Although Liu Rumei did not drink, her eyes were misty and she was slightly drunk.

"Come on, help Gongzi Chen to rest."

Liu Rumei watched Chen Wenqing fall on the desk, silently a little distracted, but she didn't know what she thought, and her face was slightly red.

The two maids stepped forward, helped Chen Wenqing from left to right, and walked to the fourth floor.

"Wait..."

Liu Rumei bit her red lip lightly and said, "Since Gongzi Chen has already gone up to the fifth floor, how can there be any reason for him to go to the fourth floor to rest."

Liu Rumei seemed to have made up her mind in her heart, and her face became serious.

"Help Chen Gongzi to rest in my room."

Liu Rumei said.

"Girl, no. It's your boudoir, wouldn't it be inappropriate for a man to enter it rashly... If it spreads, the girl's reputation will probably have a big impact!"

A red-clothed maid said worriedly.

In fact.

The reason why the red sleeves are so famous is not because of the wine of the red sleeves or because of the homeness of the red sleeves, but essentially because of Liu Rumei herself.

Liu Rumei is beautiful in the world, and all the talented people in Jiankang don't want to kiss Fangze.

Therefore, once it is rumored that Liu Rumei left the man to spend the night in his boudoir, the business of the red sleeve trick may plummet.

Therefore, the maids became nervous.

"It's okay! Just do what I say..."

Liu Rumei did not change her mind because of the maid's words, and said categorically.

The moon is bright in the sky, and the night is deep.

The whole Red Sleeve Trick has gradually become quiet.

Chen Wenqing was lying in Liu Rumei's hibiscus tent, only to see that his eyes were closed, his breathing was long and powerful, his face was slightly red, and he was obviously still drunk and had not woken up.

Inside the hibiscus tent.

Liu Rumei, who was dressed in white, was sitting next to Chen Wenqing, her jade hands like peeling onion roots were stirred together, and the red glow on her face flew up.

Liu Rumei quietly looked at Chen Wenqing's face in a daze, only to see her slowly leaning down, leaving a lip mark on Chen Wenqing's forehead, and then lying next to Chen Wenqing.

I saw willow eyebrows, dark clouds, sideburns, and apricot face and peach cheeks. Shallow spring mountain, delicate willow waist. It is like a begonia drunk moon, pear blossoms with rain, no less than the nine days of the fairy under the Yao Pond.

Looking forward to the streamer, between the flow of beautiful eyes, the waves are sparkling, such as the distant mountain hibiscus, the mirror flowers and the moon.

It's just a pity that Chen Wenqing has fallen asleep and didn't see this sultry scene.

In a trance, in a dream.

Chen Wenqing felt that he had turned into a swimming fish, swimming through the valley stream, over the hills, over the valley, and into a deep pool.

Faintly, there is a dark fragrance floating, and the warbler is crying.