However, she didn't seem to notice that her young lady's expression seemed to be a little strange, and she still said endlessly: "Do you know what he did when I went to find Xiao Yan? The sky was full of, and in order to succeed in breaking through, he threw to the Eighteen Arhats...... You say this...... Who would dare to do it?"

"It's good to dare to do it, after all, it's not a hurtful thing......" Qin Xuanxuan nodded and said.

"Miss, what's wrong with you today?Are you sick?Why are you saying something so strange today?" Jiang Xiaoyue hurriedly asked with her hand probing Qin Xuanxuan's forehead.

"No...... All right...... After washing......" Qin Xuanxuan stood up from the bathtub, her skin was better than snow, she was extremely beautiful, and her delicate body curves were instantly exposed to the air.

Jiang Xiaoyue was a little stunned, and exclaimed, "Miss...... What a big ......."

"Satsuki...... It seems that you have itchy skin, right?" Qin Xuanxuan blushed slightly and said with some annoyance.

"Hehe, I've heard that men like big ......" Jiang Xiaoyue stuck out her tongue and said, "It's good that mine can grow that big." ”

"Xiaoyue, you miss a man, right?" Qin Xuanxuan quipped.

"No......"

Jiang Xiaoyue brought over the clothes to be replaced. Soon, Qin Xuanxuan changed her clothes, wearing an emerald green dress on her tall body, with her snow-like breasts shallow exposed, the skirt only covered her knees, and the belt of the same color at her waist tied her waist to a slender hand, and her chest was even more plump.

"Miss is so beautiful!"

Jiang Xiaoyue couldn't help but praise: "I heard that Sun Gongzi will also come tonight, miss...... Maybe ......"

Jiang Xiaoyue's grandson is the most famous talent in the area of Jinshan City, this person is very popular, and his knowledge is also good, and he is quite favored by young ladies from large families.

Of course, people like Qin Xuanxuan, who read poetry and books, also admire such talents.

"Xiaoyue, don't you say it, I said that you can't be a girl who likes Sun Gongzi, right?" Qin Xuanxuan quipped.

"Sun Gongzi is good-looking and talented, of course I like it...... It's just ......," Jiang Xiaoyue said slowly.

After all, Jiang Xiaoyue is Qin Xuanxuan's personal maid, and when the time comes, she will be a maid in the room, and these things will not be her turn.

"Yo yo yo, Xiao Nizi, you have a spring heart...... Hahaha...... I'll allow you to marry......" Qin Xuanxuan quipped.

"Even if Miss is right, no one will look down on me...... Jiang Xiaoyue said with a pout.

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The streets of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Jinshan City are very lively, the red lanterns are hung high, and many talented and beautiful people are joining in the fun on the street today, of course, most of them are coming for the later Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting.

Qin Xuanxuan and Jiang Xiaoyue were also walking on the street at this time.

It's just that in this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Qin Xuanxuan doesn't seem to have the interest in watching talented people chant poetry like last year.

In fact, she is also known as a talented girl, but after she finished reading Xiao Yan's "Will Enter the Wine", her self-confidence was completely damaged.

Besides, there are not many people who can really write good poems at the poetry meeting, of course, the best of them, such as Sun Gongzi, Sun Limin, is actually not bad, and there are several famous Jinshan Four Talents, Li Gongzi, Jin Gongzi, Zhao Gongzi, these levels are not bad.

Most of the other talents are of average level.

This made Qin Xuanxuan lack interest in this poetry meeting.

With the passage of time, the whole Jinshan City gradually became lively, and the restaurant and painting boat began to have an atmosphere of talking about poetry.

Qin Xuanxuan watched while walking, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival lantern fans are more interesting than last year.

But when she had just solved a riddle and looked up, she just saw a bald head in the distance.

She was a little excited, so anxious that she pushed away the crowd in front of her and walked towards the bald head.

"Miss, miss, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Xiaoyue kept shouting behind her, and because she was worried about her own young lady, she had to keep rushing up.

But she was a little puzzled, for she had never seen her young lady so rude on the street.

I saw that Qin Xuanxuan finally rushed behind the bald head, and it happened that the bald head turned around.

The eyes are facing each other.

"Donor, the poor monk is polite......" The monk was a little dazed, and his hands were folded.

Qin Xuanxuan realized that she had recognized the wrong person, and she was suddenly a little disappointed in her heart.

Damn, I actually miss that bad monk a little......

"Miss...... You...... What's the matter......" Jiang Xiaoyue pushed everyone away at this time and ran over panting.

"It's okay...... I recognized the wrong person......" Qin Xuanxuan said with a little blush.

"Miss...... I always feel that since you came back from disaster relief, your whole person seems to have lost your soul......" Jiang Xiaoyue pouted and muttered in a low voice.

"No, don't talk nonsense......"

Qin Xuanxuan patted Jiang Xiaoyue's head and said with disgust.

But at this moment, a female voice came from her ear: "Sister Qin, what a coincidence...... Are you here for the poetry party?"

Qin Xuanxuan turned her head and saw a girl in a blue dress.

This person Qin Xuanxuan is known, the daughter of the Ministry of Shangshu, Zhu Wenting.

I don't come and go a lot on weekdays, because this Zhu Wenting actually doesn't have much talent, but she likes to talk about poetry with others, and she looks very understanding.

"Well, Sister Zhu is polite, what a coincidence......" Qin Xuanxuan bowed very politely, and then nodded with a slight smile.

"Sister Qin is so beautiful tonight, tonight is so beautiful......"

Zhu Wenting actually doesn't look very bad, but standing with Qin Xuanxuan looks very ordinary.

"Where is Sister Zhu, you are the best-looking......" Qin Xuanxuan said coldly.

As they spoke, they boarded a painting boat together, and by this time many of the poems had already spread.

For example, what is being circulated in the painting boat is a sad and sad poem, and you say that this is a poem written by a talented man at this time when he remembered the famine some time ago, and was moved by it.

Ten rounds of moon shadows around the willow branches,

This night sighed and went on the boat alone,

It may not be prosperous without hungry people,

Dead rats fed the streets.

Composer: Yao Youcai.

Although this kind of poetry is actually not very suitable for the Mid-Autumn Festival, after all, the famine has not long passed, and it is more popular to mention it at this time.

Sure enough, as soon as this poem came out, it was praised by many people, no matter whether this talented man had seen what a famine was like, he instantly became a good poet who worried about the country and the people.

Sister Qin, look at this poem, it's so well written, I cried when I saw my sister. Zhu Wenting took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes pretendedly.

"Hmm. Qin Xuanxuan's expression was a little complicated, but she was also polite, and nodded with a sound.

"Look at Sister Qin's appearance, but you don't think this poem is good enough?"