The people are picturesque, there are people in the painting, Ji Man was stunned, thinking that the ancient pampered men were really dignified and slender, and they didn't have to work at all, and their hands were very good-looking.

Ning Mingjie is also a smart person, he shouldn't do such a thing that hurts others and is not beneficial to himself. Writing words with the concubines of the Hou Mansion is not very good. Although Ning Yuxuan shouldn't care too much, maybe even thank her for stabilizing his rival for him.

Ji Man withdrew his gaze and continued to listen to Errong say some gossip to relieve his boredom.

The recent turnover of the fifth floor on the Wild Goose Pagoda has exceeded the top floor, and the current prince has come to write the lyrics, giving the Falling Wild Goose Pagoda a big face. The shopkeeper couldn't write the next rhyme, so he was so anxious to find the person who wrote the inscription that day. It's not fun for the prince to not be able to write, he can't wipe his face, what if he dismantles the Wild Goose Pagoda!

But they were destined not to find Ji Man, and the prince issued a notice begging for a resignation.

Ning Yuxuan looked at the adverb hanging in the middle of the hall, and his brows never let go. The character is very well written, and there are not many people who can use this font today, and Ning Mingjie is one of them. But Ning Mingjie rarely wrote, and he was not sure that he wrote it, although Nie Sangyu went out of the house with them a few days ago and came to the Luoyan Pagoda.

Maybe he was thinking too much, how could Mingjie write such words.

It was not too early, and no one could write down the rhyme, so the prince went home, and Ning Yuxuan also returned to the Hou Mansion, planning to see how Nie Sangyu's injury was.

Master Hou, Master Ling made a snack, it is your favorite food, please go to Jiyue Courtyard. Xiang Lan came to block the way halfway, kneeling in front of Mo Yuhou, looking like you can't afford to go to the slave.

Ning Yuxuan then remembered that he seemed to have been in Feiwan Pavilion for too long, and he hadn't seen anyone else for a long time. With such a favor, Nie Sangyu may not be able to stand it.

Let's go. He said.

Xianglan happily welcomed him to Jiyue Courtyard, Qi Siling was already standing at the gate of the courtyard and waiting, his face was a little red from the cold, and when he saw him coming, his eyes lit up again.

Hou Ye.

The beauty has no waist and bones, Ying Ying bows down, her eyes are crystal clear, and she is very aggrieved.

Ning Yuxuan smiled faintly: Why are you waiting outside, on such a cold day, let's go into the house.

Qi Siling pinched his handkerchief and said in a low voice: It's good to look at Master Hou more, and the concubine doesn't feel cold.

Qi Siling is a generous and sensible person, he never asks him for favor, and he is also generous and decent, so he used to put the power of the housekeeper in her hands.

My body is frozen, and I still have to feel distressed. Ning Yuxuan took her hand and walked into the room.

Qi Siling smiled softly, and as he sat down at the table, he put the freshly made dim sum in his hand: Hou Ye tasted it.

Ning Yuxuan felt that she had something to say, and she didn't urge, so she quietly ate the five-kernel crisp. When he got to the third piece, Qi Siling finally spoke: I heard that the young master of the table writes well, and on the wall of the old lady's bedroom, the concubine always feels that something is missing, so it is better to let the young master write a word, and also make the old lady happy.

When will you take care of such a nossy thing? Mo Yuhou put down his snack and was slightly displeased: Young Master Cousin is a guest when he comes, how can he ask a guest to do such a thing?

Qi Siling bit her lip, considered the sentence for a while, and said: Isn't the concubine listening to the people in the old lady's yard, saying that the young master's words are very good-looking, and he is still hanging in the Luoyan Pagoda, has it attracted a lot of attention recently?

Ning Yuxuan was slightly stunned, the words on the tower were really written by Ning Mingjie, why had he never heard him mention it.

However, the prince can't wipe his face in the Luoyan Pagoda today, if it was really written by Mingjie, he went to ask him to come and send it to the prince, which can be regarded as a favor.

Thinking like this, Ning Yuxuan sat in Jiyue Courtyard for a while, then turned around and went to Nanyuan.

Ning Mingjie took Mei Shangxue and is carefully sealing it for later use. Ning Errong was dangling beside him, still muttering: Brother, you have also reached the age of marrying a wife, don't always think about finding a perfect sister-in-law, I think the Miss Li family who has come to send a letter to you in the past two days is not bad, at least she is bold.

And didn't Daddy say that he had a friend's daughter? I heard that the appearance is also first-class, so you don't want to meet him at all? In case Daddy is in a hurry, he will marry someone directly to you, and you will only know what the bride looks like if you have flowers and candles in the cave room.

You're so long-winded. Ning Mingjie turned his head and gently poked Er Rong's forehead: Don't worry about your marriage, but worry about me.

Isn't I gone, don't you have a shadow yet! Ning Errong pouted and said: "The young and the old are orderly, you haven't married the main family yet, how can I get married."

Ning Mingjie shook his head lightly: Dad didn't care about me, so you can save your worries.

Ning Errong wanted to say more, but he heard Bai Zhi outside: Master, the Marquis of Moyu is here.

Cousin?Ning Errong turned to look at the person who came in curiously: Why are you here?

Ning Yuxuan smiled, didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: I just came back from the Luoyan Pagoda and saw Mingjie's good handwriting, so I came over.

Ning Mingjie's heart jumped slightly, although there was nothing to be sorry for Mo Yuhou, but he already hated Nie Sangyu, and when he heard her so poetic with other men, would he hate her even more?

Thinking of Nie Sangyu's pale face, Ning Mingjie felt a little embarrassed. Admit that he wrote it? He can't tell you about it.

I was thinking about what to do, but I forgot that there was a big sister next to me, and when I heard Mo Yuhou ask about it, I hurriedly helped Sang Yu say good things: Where does my brother have such a mind, cousin, you don't know, that word was written by Sang Yu, and my cousin is just ghostwriting.

The room was quiet for a while. The smile on Ning Yuxuan's face did not change, but his eyes slowly cooled: Sang Yu wrote?

Yes, that day, the old lady allowed us to go out of the house together, Sang Yu and her brother were on the fifth floor, and when they saw someone asking for a speech, Sang Yu went to show off her skills! Ning Errong didn't think there was anything wrong with this matter: in the end, it was a scholarly family, and Sang Yu actually had a lot of ink in her stomach, cousin, why should you always be prejudiced against her.

At that time, some people were talking about how this ink ball came about, and he heard a scholar next to him quip: It is the heart of the daughter of the red crisp hand, and other vulgar things, how do you know the mood of the beauty?

At that time, he was thinking about it with the prince in the private room, and he did not pay attention to this sentence. Now it seems that the ink may have been painted by Sang Yu. Why don't you dare to write it yourself, you have to do it for Ning Mingjie? Are you afraid that he will recognize her handwriting? Why bother, he doesn't care about her showing up, anyway, Nie Sangyu has lost face not once or twice, and there are many people in the capital who know her.

Thinking like this, it is inevitable that I will still feel uncomfortable.

When he returned to Feiwan Pavilion, Ji Man was already drinking gruel, and when he saw him come in, he almost choked on himself.

Why are you here again?

Hearing this, he took care of her for nothing for the past two days, didn't he? He felt guilty and decided to treat her better, so she wished he wouldn't come?

There was fire in his heart, and there was some faint nostalgia, Mo Yuhou's face was not very good-looking, and he stood at the door for a while before going out.

came and went, and it seemed that she was annoyed. Ji Man stuck out her tongue, she said such an inappropriate thing without control, and she really couldn't blame her. Ning Yuxuan has indeed been very good in the past two days, she has let go of a lot of resentment in her heart, as long as he doesn't treat her so much in the future, she can still get along well.

Mo Yuhou left, and after a while, the ghost white beside him came over and said: Master Hou asked Master Sang to write out the lower rhyme of the word.

Sang Yu was shocked, how did he know about this? But then he patted his chest again, and he didn't attack her just now, indicating that he didn't particularly mind. Isn't that a big deal, she doesn't have any status in Ning Yuxuan's heart, so it shouldn't cause him to be dissatisfied.

She can be regarded as giving him a long face, okay?

Ji Man let Alfalfa take the pen and ink, but handwriting is a big problem after all, she doesn't know if anyone has ever seen Nie Sangyu write, anyway, her handwriting is crooked, how can it not be written by everyone's ladies.

Lord Ghost White, do you know how to write?? Ji Man cautiously looked at the expressionless servant next to him.

Ghost Bai paused and said, "Master Sang can't write?"

No, I'm not well yet, I don't have the strength in my hands. Ji Man held his forehead and pretended to be weak: Come on, I'll read it.

Seeing that she was really weak, Guibai kindly took the pen.

Jeff, Qingyunsheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

A song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horse, golden qiu,

Hu'er will exchange for fine wine and sell eternal sorrow with you.

Ji Man read it with a weak heart, and at the same time changed the names of Li Bai's two friends in the original text to Ning Mingjie and Nie Qingyun, so that it was more like she wrote it, otherwise if Mo Yuhou asked which wild man Cen Fuzi and Dan Qiusheng were, how would she answer?

After Guibai finished writing, the look in his eyes was extremely complicated, and he looked at Ji Man fixedly for a long time, as if he didn't believe that such words were written by her.

Ji Man held her forehead and went back to bed to rest, such a mind is naturally not something she can have, but in this era, she is the only one, who can give evidence that she plagiarized?

In the evening, Ning Yuxuan went to Mu Shuiqing, but still didn't go to the Rose Garden even a step. Ji Man felt in his heart that it was almost time for Wen Wan to explode.

I just don't know what kind of way the kind and lovely heroine in the old text will use to save Mo Yuhou's heart?

Master Hou, Mrs. went to the garden to hang out after dinner. Mama Liu still plays the role of eyeliner, but this time the object of surveillance is Wen Wan.

Mo Yuhou sat in Mu Shuiqing's courtyard, pursed his lips when he heard the words, and said: Don't have anything to bring to me?

Back to the Hou Ye, no. Mama Liu said honestly.

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