Walking slowly to the window, everyone's eyes froze.

"What's the matter, how is Chen Jiu's right hand crippled."

"yes, why don't you let your right hand grow".

Ignoring the people below, Chen Jiu pondered for a while: "When is the bright moon?" I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

After composing the poem, the audience was silent, as if immersed in that kind of longing.

After a while, I don't know who said a good word first, and then someone shouted: "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together."

"When you hear this poem, you should be white."

"Chen Jiu is worthy of being Chen Jiu, his talent is so high that people have to say a word of convincing, even the four talents have to exit gloomily in the face of Chen Jiu."

As soon as this poem came out, Baihualou instantly dimmed, and countless scholars were ashamed to withdraw from the competition.

In the box, the four talents hung their heads one after another, and this time they lost again, without waiting for the results to come out, several people were self-aware.

Li Mingyi clapped his hands at this time to celebrate Chen Jiu, nor did he comfort the four talents, it was really a dilemma.

"You are still willing to come out to compose a poem, try it, otherwise there will be a master in this place" Mu Qingyi's little maid was a little helpless at this time, originally thought that this poetry meeting would be so lively. Unexpectedly, the two great gods jumped out at the beginning, and all the scholars were collectively silent.

Although Chen Jiu was unwilling to hold the goddess, no matter how talented people thought about it and searched their stomachs, they couldn't think of anything good.

"Since that's the case, then invite Chen Gongzi and me to come" The little maid looked at Chen Jiu's pavilion.

"Congratulations to Brother Chen for being able to kiss Fang Ze, go quickly, don't make people wait for a long time" Li Mingyi looked at Chen Jiu and hugged his fists in celebration.

I didn't want to go, but so many people were watching. If you say no. That's not going to be sprayed to death by everyone.

"Then I will be out of company," Chen Jiu turned around and went down the pavilion.

In the small building, Mu Qingyi sat on the ground, and in front of him was a mahogany table, and a set of tea sets were set on the seat. And Mu Qingyi's hands are making tea.

I saw Mu Qingyi making tea. Chen Jiu smiled lightly. Sitting opposite Mu Qingyi, he didn't say a word, just quietly looked at the tea.

The average person makes tea. It gives people a feeling of vassal elegance and moaning without illness, but in Mu Qingyi's hands, there is a sense of flowing water, as if the tea should be brewed like this.

After a series of tedious procedures, Chen Jiu took a sip gently, and a fragrance lingered between his lips and teeth for a long time, falling into his abdomen, as if this aroma soaked his whole body, and there was a fragrance all over his body.

"Tea is good tea, and the person who makes tea is even better" Chen Jiu opened his eyes and praised it.

Mu Qingyi's eyes flashed slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."

Looking at Mu Qingyi opposite, Chen Jiu smiled: "The girl in Tsing Yi actually wore a veil when she met the guests, which is really not very respectful to the guests."

Mu Qingyi smiled and said nothing, Chen Jiu felt bored, the two of them sat for a while, Chen Jiu was about to get up and say goodbye, Mu Qingyi suddenly said: "I didn't expect one of Gongzi's arms to be abolished, and I don't know who made such a ruthless move."

Chen Jiu looked at the teacup on the table: "It was me who was careless, and my arm was wasted when my practice went wrong."

Mu Qingyi looked at Chen Jiu: "Childe's words are not true, I can see it clearly in this Yuzhou City that day."

Chen Jiu raised his head and his eyes were sharp: "Could it be that that group of people has something to do with you?"

"How is it possible, I'm just a little dusty woman, they are high-ranking monks, we can't get together, the son is too careful."

Having said that, Chen Jiu did not let down his guard at this time, carefully sensed the qi on Mu Qingyi's body, and then was stunned.

"I'm dancing for my son, it's my rule, whenever a guest comes here, I will dance a song."

Mu Qingyi got up, but Chen Jiu smiled: "No need, I have no interest in this kind of dance music that everyone can see, I want to watch it, just go find a few singers in the future, don't trouble the girl in Tsing Yi."

Mu Qingyi was stunned when she heard this, what did Chen Jiu mean by this, did she mean that she Mu Qingyi received a lot of customers, and Chen Jiu was not interested in her? .

When someone said such things to him, it was simply the same as pointing to his head and saying: "You are a woman with a little red lips and a pair of jade arms and pillows, I am not interested in your red lips and jade arms."

Mu Qingyi's silver teeth clenched, this guy regarded him Mu Qingyi as someone, hateful to death.

Despite this, Mu Qingyi's footsteps did not stop, and continued to walk to the open space, dancing with long sleeves.

Chen Jiu sat there drinking tea, and there was no wave in his eyes.

The tea was cold, Mu Qingyi finished dancing and sat opposite Chen Jiu.

"What kind of dance is this?" Chen Jiu glanced at Mu Qingyi, and had to say that Mu Qingyi's dance was quite good.

"Ni Dress Feather Dance" Mu Qingyi took a sip of tea.

Chen Jiu was stunned, he didn't expect Mu Qingyi's dance to be the same as the dance name in his hometown in his previous life, but Chen Jiu hadn't seen the neon dress and feather dance in his hometown.

"It's actually a neon dress and feather dance, I've heard people talk about the neon dress and feather dance before, but I haven't seen it, I don't know if you dance differently."

Mu Qingyi smiled lightly: "There is only one kind of neon dress and feather dance in this world, all of them have the same root and the same origin, even if there are differences, it will not be too big."

Chen Jiu looked at the bright moon outside the window: "It's different, your neon dress and feather dance is just good-looking, but the neon dress and feather dance in our hometown has a strong artistic conception, which you don't have."

"Oh, I didn't expect Chen Gongzi to know how to dance, so Chen Gongzi can you talk about the dance in your hometown."

Chen Jiu pondered for a while, and said with a blurred eye: "Yun wants clothes, flowers want to be Rong, the spring breeze blows on the threshold, Revlon, if it weren't for the Jade Mountain, seeing Xiang Yaotai, the moon is full of red branches, the dew is fragrant, the clouds and rain, and Wushan is in vain, and asks the Han Palace, who seems to pity Feiyan, leaning on the new makeup, the name of the flower, leaning on the two phases, the king laughing, and explaining the spring breeze to limit hatred, and the north of the Agarwood Pavilion leans on the Gan."

"What a beautiful poem, Chen Gongzi is so literary, listening to the lyrics, you know that the dance music must be beautiful, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance to see it."

Chen Jiu looked at the tea leaves in the teacup: "Your hand is not bad, but the artistic conception is not enough, there is a feeling of painting a scoop according to the gourd."

"Draw a scoop according to the gourd, this word is also interesting" Mu Qingyi took a deep breath, a mouthful of silver teeth crushed, this guy not only looked down on himself, but also said that his most proud dance was to draw a scoop according to the gourd, and he really wanted to splash a glass of water on his face.

However, Mu Qingyi is worthy of being the top brand of Baihualou with countless people, and what strange guests have never seen, they still talk to Chen Jiu quietly.

Chen Jiu put down the teacup: "Why did the girl in Tsing Yi think of Yuzhou?"

"It's not up to me to say where I'm the top brand of Baihualou, where the organization tells me to go, I'll go, and I'm a weak woman who can't decide her own fate."

Chen Jiu was noncommittal when he heard this, watching the tea that was boiling again, and his palm moved slightly.

Mu Qingyi looked at Chen Jiu's broken arm: "It's a pity that Childe has a broken arm, I have a good pill here to help Childe recover."

Chen Jiu looked at Mu Qingyi with a smile, offering nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief: "Someone told me this sentence in which box just now, but his finger was cut off."

Mu Qingyi blinked, as if he didn't understand, he really didn't know how to heal Chen Jiu's injuries and how it had something to do with cutting his fingers.

"That guy was full of confidence and wanted to heal my arm, but it didn't work, so he was so embarrassed that he thought his pill was fake, so he simply cut off his finger and tried to see if the pill was real."

Mu Qingyi's hand moved slightly: "What about the result?"

"The result is naturally that the pill is real."

"If it's true, then why haven't your wounds healed?"

"How do I know" Chen Jiu shook his head and sighed with a look on his face. (To be continued......)