"What's the topic?"

The man in black laughed loudly: "Just now, the three of us tasted Pei Ju's poem, and replaced him with the word 'love', so we returned him a poem with the title of 'love', which is also an elegant thing!"

Zheng Shiru and Mo Xiaolou's eyes lit up at the same time, and they agreed.

Mo Xiaolou chuckled lightly and said to Zheng Shiru: "Guests are as you please, Brother Zheng will invite you first." ”

"It's better Brother Mo to ask first. ”

"I'm afraid that after I finish writing, Brother Zheng won't be able to write again. ”

Zheng Shiru's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Brother Mo is really arrogant, so let me mention a poem first, and I want to see how Brother Mo made me unable to write!"

"Please. ”

Baume & Mercier shot, and the treatment was naturally different from Mo Xiaolou's.

There were already four beautiful beauties who helped him lay out the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study the fragrant ink.

Zheng Shiru laughed and put down his pen.

Naturally, he would not say that he had written the poem three days before, and that it was by far one of the best he had ever considered.

Writing this poem at this time, it is not only out of the limelight, but also without showing traces, and Mo Xiaolou is the perfect stepping stone to win the heart of the beautiful woman in his heart.

Wave the ink and put away the pen.

"It's ugly. ”

"The eyes are full of wind and waves, and looking at the mountains is just like walking to greet them. A pear tree and a stream of moon, I don't know who it belongs to tonight?" Mo Xiaolou finished reading, but he was impressed by this madman.

Crazy and crazy, there are still some real skills.

"This poetic mood is good, but it is also a good product. ”

Seeing that Mo Xiaolou just briefly commented on a good product, Zheng Shiru sank his face again, and his tone was slightly unkind:

"Brother Mo seems to be confident?"

"It's easy to say......" Mo Xiaolou smiled leisurely, and suddenly raised his voice and said:

"Is there any wine here?"

......

The private room on the top floor of the scattered flower building is prepared for the banquet in the building, with gorgeous decoration, elegant atmosphere, constant room temperature, and always maintains the best body temperature.

In the private room, a pair of bright autumn pupils looked downstairs with interest from the window.

These eyes are full of affection, and between the hopes, it seems that they can fascinate men.

Pure, sexy, mature, seductive, amorous...... All these qualities are presented in these eyes, and they are perfectly blended. At first sight, it is clear that this woman must be a person with an extremely complex personality.

The woman was dressed in a plain yellow robe, with a light green shawl, dressed very casually, and half a water stain appeared on her forehead, obviously just out of the bath.

There was also a woman dressed as a maid beside her, dressed in pink, who looked downstairs with the beauty, and said:

"Miss, this young boy is so handsome!"

The beauty's eyelashes lowered, and her tone was half lazy and half casual: "This person is suitable for practicing my secret technique "Fang Fei Xie", but unfortunately, it is a man." ”

The maid's expression darkened when she heard this, she looked at her young lady with some distress, and sighed: "Miss, this Fang Fei Xie is really an evil art, ...... you, Miss."

She didn't say any more, and the beauty had already interrupted her: "There is no good or evil in art, this method is ruthless with affection, and it is deeply in line with the way of heaven." Little peach, you don't understand......"

The maid sighed again and said no more.

If it weren't for the sake of practicing this evil skill, as a young lady, why would she practice herself and become the first prostitute in the world......

This beauty is the world's most talented woman - Mingyue.

"Miss, look, Zheng Shiru has started to write poems. ”

"A pear tree and a stream of moon, I don't know who it belongs to tonight...... Scold. With a disdainful smile on the corner of Mingyue's mouth, she snorted lightly.

"It seems that this Henan madman is also the minister under the skirt of the young lady~"

"Foul language, you should be beaten!" I don't know if it's the maid who should be beaten, or Zheng Shiru who should be beaten.

At this moment, Mo Xiaolou's high and generous voice came:

"Bring me the best wine of yours!"

Mingyue's eyes flashed with interest, and she smiled lightly: "It's a little interesting, little peach, give him the residual red I brewed to him to taste." ”

Xiao Tao's eyes widened:

"Miss, I've never tasted this remnant of red, why should I give it to him?"

"Who made you look good-looking. ”

“......”

On the second floor, Mo Xiaolou stood proudly, with an indescribable chic and heroic atmosphere.

"Squeak" The top floor suddenly heard the sound of a wooden door opening, and everyone heard the sound and saw a little girl looking like a girl poking down from the railing, and the sound was like a yellow bird out of the valley:

"Childe, my young lady's unique secret method brews the residual red fold, I don't know if it can enter the eyes of Childe?"

Hearing the words of the unique secret method, Mo Xiaolou's tiger eyes suddenly lit up.

"Just by hearing the name, you know that this wine must be a masterpiece. Is there any reason not to taste it?"

So a maid came with wooden plates, cups, and saucers, and wine.

There are three glasses of wine on the plate, and there is a strange aroma from a long distance.

Mo Xiaolou looked into the cup, his expression even more surprised.

It's just that this wine is different from what you usually see. The general wine, the texture is clear, with some yellowish, can be called a good wine, and this residual red fold, just like its name, the wine color is light red, crystal clear, look at it, such as the beauty opens the lips, embroidered mouth has not tasted, you have felt a little drunk.

This pale red is not the same as wine, but it is a little red in the clarity, the red is quite obvious when you look at it, and when you look closely, it becomes lighter and lighter until it is colorless. Although the red wine is beautiful, it is still not as noble and elegant as this wine.

Mo Xiaolou couldn't bear it, and he didn't care about the cup on the plate, he couldn't wait to pick up the wine jug, open the lid and pour it into his mouth.

"Puff~" Seeing this, Mingyue sneered, and suddenly the light was shining, and the whole room was like spring flowers.

"This guy is really a tyrannical thing!" The maid Xiao Tao was so angry that she only stomped her feet, and she could get this wine from the girl, which one was not a fine taste, for fear of abrupt beauty. This guy is good, and he drinks the residual red as a second pot......

The wine entered his throat, it was like ice at first, cold to the bone, and even Mo Xiaolou couldn't help but shiver, but as the wine entered the stomach through the esophagus, it suddenly became warm again, so comfortable that people almost couldn't help moaning.

A drunkenness rushed to my mind, smoky, and dizzy.

There seems to be a lot of tenderness in my heart, and I think about it many times, but then I feel sad and sad, and the grief is inexplicable......

The remnant red fold is worthy of its name!

"Hahaha, it's really a peerless wine, with how much wine I taste, how much I drink, and I want to be fascinated by it. Mo Xiaolou's face was slightly red, and he looked up at the private room on the top floor, which happened to be opposite Mingyue's pair of beautiful eyes.

"The girl is willing to give this wine as a gift, so I will fill in the name of this wine in the words, how about giving it to the girl?"

Mingyue's eyes were even brighter, and she filled in the words with the residual red fold, which was really about to improvise.

At this time, Mingyue couldn't help but have a strong curiosity in her heart, and said loudly:

"Childe successfully aroused the interest of the slave family. "The voice is elegant and lazy, and although the volume is small, it resounded throughout the audience.

Mo Xiaolou laughed, took the wolf howl from the woman who had given Zheng Shiru ink before, and wrote on the wall.

Mo Xiaolou was writing and reading, at the beginning, there were still some people in the building discussing in a low voice, but before it was enough, the building was suddenly quiet.

Everyone was attracted by Mo Xiaolou's chanting, and his tone was low and powerful, as if he had the inherent sadness flavor of Song Ci. The mood of the crowd also rose and fell with the change of his tone.

"A Thousand Autumn Years • A Few Voices"

"A few chirps, and then a good rest. ”

The first sentence didn't have much excitement, but it made Mingyue and Xiao Tao upstairs change their faces......

"Fong Fei Xie...... How can he be so deep in his inner strength that he can hear the conversation between the two of us from so far away?"

After the first sentence, Mo Xiaolou paused slightly, his voice turned high, and he finished reading the upper rhyme of the word card in one go:

"Cherish the spring and fold the remnants of red. The rain is light and windy, and the plum is green. Yongfeng willow, no one ends the sun and snow. ”

"Residual red fold, miss, he really used the residual red fold. ”

Mo Xiaolou's voice continued to chant.

"Don't pluck the strings, you can say the extreme strings. The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. ”

When he got here, his voice had reached its highest, but the next sentence suddenly turned low, and his tone was gloomy—

"The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it......"

As soon as this sentence came out, the audience fell silent.

That's the best part of the whole word!

For women, the most lethal sentence!

When the lights went on, Zheng Shiru's face finally changed......

Mo Xiaolou suddenly stopped writing, picked up a cup of undrunk residual red fold beside him, and took a sip in a very elegant and leisurely attitude, with an intoxicated look on his face, and then to everyone's surprise, he actually directly invaded the wolf howl into the cup and dipped it in some residual red folded wine.

Wave again, overnight.

"The night has passed, and the east window has not been white. ”

The last word of the month, the color is light red, such as the lips of a beauty.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky outside the window dissipated, revealing a cold waning moon.