Although he had a skin-to-skin relationship with Tie Ning and Yun Lan, he and Yun Lan were in a last resort, and he and Tie Ning were only affectionate and polite, and there was no scene like tonight, Yue'er's soft ketone body sat on his lap, and hugged each other's waists and shoulders, cheeks were close to each other, and **** each other.

Wu Zheng, who suddenly felt his heart beating faster and his cheeks were hot, was about to find a chance to get rid of the embarrassment at the moment, when suddenly there was a sound of ringing and ding dong and lotus steps moving lightly from the stairs leading to the second floor. Not only Cong Ye, but the other guests also immediately held their breath, looking forward to the appearance of the drunken Shi Shijin girl.

First, the two girls gently picked up the Hunan bamboo curtain hanging at the staircase, and then a faint fragrance came. Wu Zheng couldn't help but subconsciously take a deep breath, but fortunately, the Yue'er girl on her lap didn't notice it, otherwise Wu Zheng's face would be even redder.

It stands to reason that the smell of fat powder on the girl's body in the hall, or on a low table placed in the open space in the middle, the cigarette smoke rising from the incense burner has already filled the whole hall with wisps of fragrant fragrance, and there should be no other fragrances.

But on the contrary, this strange fragrance still penetrated everyone's nostrils, and without exception, they all took a deep breath like Wu Zheng.

The first to come out were two girls. One of them held a yaoqin in his arms, and in the vermilion tray he held in one hand was a delicate purple clay pot and a small tea cup.

Behind the two maids, there are still two maids.

One held a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and one walked out with an antique small incense burner in his arms.

He was followed by a goose-yellow pleated dress with a hem that hung straight to the floor, with no trace of his feet in sight. The shallow neckline slightly reveals the corner of the sky blue bandeau breast.

The same goose-yellow ribbon on the head was gently held, and a black hair with a green hairpin was inserted, which hung down to the shoulder.

Thin eyebrows like daisies, beautiful eyes like stars. Looking forward to the bright moon faded;

Pink cheeks and nose, cherry mouth and teeth, lips open to the sound of swallows and warblers.

"Jin'er is polite. ”

Facing the people in the hall, he bowed slightly, and then walked lightly to the back of the low table in the middle of the open space, and sat upright on the brocade pier.

At this time, the two maids in front of the head had already removed the original incense burner on the low table. And replace it with the one you just held in your arms. The yaoqin has also been placed upright on the low table.

The girl in the back, put the four treasures of the study in her hand, behind the low table, on a bookcase against the wall, one grinds the ink, and the other gently spreads the rice paper in her arms.

Until this time, there was still no sound in the hall, and everyone's eyes were focused on the drunken Shi Jin'er who was sitting behind the low table and had her head slightly drooping.

Even Wu Zheng seems to have forgotten the purpose of this visit. The palms of the slender waist of the girl who hugged her knees involuntarily soaked in a layer of fine beads of sweat.

Ding Dong ——, as Miss Jin'er stretched out her slender jade finger and swiped lightly on the yaoqin, it was more like reminding everyone who were still in a daze than tuning.

"Jin'er, thank you for coming to the court, tonight is not only a friend with poetry, but also I hope that you will give advice. ”

There was no more verbosity, and then he pointed to the incense that was burning in the incense burner on the low table:

"Time is limited to one stick of incense, and if it is difficult to distinguish in the end. The first one wins. I wonder if you have any objections?"

Where there will be objections, this time. Not to mention composing poetry, even if it is a sword, I am afraid that everyone who has already been completely fascinated by Miss Jin'er will not frown.

No wonder the sixty-five-year-old Zhao Linchen was moved when he saw Jin'er, and he had to marry her as a concubine. I'm afraid that men who still have a little physiological needs will have such thoughts.

Thinking of this, Wu Zheng had to temporarily dispel the idea of investigating how many people in Linshan City wanted to marry Miss Jin'er as his wife.

Miss Jin'er's voice just fell. Someone had already stood up and walked to the bookcase against the wall, took the brush handed over by the maid, dipped it in ink, and waved it.

I thought about it for a long time, I knew that Miss Jin'er was going to meet friends with poems tonight, so she had already finished the draft. Just waiting to grab the first place at the beginning, one is to show his talent, and the other is to attract more attention from Miss Jin'er.

"Miss, Feng Gongzi Mobao. ”

Immediately, a maid held the poem written by the person just now on the low table in front of Miss Jin'er, and whispered the name of the poet.

Feng Gongzi, isn't Feng Yuxuan, the son of Feng Nian, the richest man in Linshan City?

"Miss, Cai Gongzi Mobao. ”

......

One after another, among the visitors in the hall, only Wu Zheng was the only one who had not yet written.

However, except for Yue'er, who was sitting on her knees and didn't know what to think, no one noticed this detail.

"Wu Gongzi?"

I didn't want Yue'er to gently get down from Wu Zheng's knees, so she reminded her crisply, which immediately attracted a lot of attention. There are those who are disdainful, those who are angry, and those who just glance at Yue'er and then withdraw their gaze.

Wu Zheng didn't want to write any poems, but seeing that everyone didn't pay attention to him, he planned to hide from him. I didn't want to, but I was exposed by Miss Yue'er.

Of course, he didn't want to be looked down upon by others, especially under the eyes of many disdain, after all, Wu Zheng, who was a teenager, stood up. Miss Yue'er personally tidied up the moon-white robe that she had wrinkled just now, and even raised her hand to tidy up her neckline.

Perhaps it was Yue'er's careful movements that attracted the attention of the drunken Shih Tzu Jin'er girl who had been looking down at everyone's poems, Wu Zheng felt that this should be the first time that Jin'er girl looked at herself.

Seeing that the incense on the low table was almost burned out, Wu Zheng walked over slowly, lifted the brush, and gently wrote a few lines on the paved rice paper, with strong and flowing handwriting, and handed the brush back to the girl next to him, then turned around and walked back, and sat down in his original seat again.

However, after Yue'er served the tea again, she did not sit back on Wu Zheng's lap, but stood on her left side, facing the drunken Shi Jin'er in the middle, her right arm was slightly bent, and her elbow was gently pressed on Wu Zheng's shoulder, almost half of her body was leaning on Wu Zheng's body.

Wu Zheng has also been paying attention to the girl Jin'er who bowed her head to read the poem, seeing that she read quickly, each poem was almost finished at a glance, and then the girl handed another poem and reported the author's name at the same time.

Of course, most of them are so-and-so sons, and only one or two are full names.

"Miss, Wu Gongzi Mobao. ”

I saw that the drunken Shi Jin'er girl also glanced at it in a hurry, but she didn't immediately signal the girl to take it, but looked at it from the beginning again, and recited softly in her mouth:

"The girl is thin and dressed in a blue shirt.

Holding the slim waist is just like not half.

Su Jiaoyan, step Shanshan.

When it is quiet, the fragrance is secretly transmitted.

It is like a flower and a flower, and the breath is like an orchid.

hair, fluttering;

eyebrows, indifferent. ”

As Miss Jin'er was frustrated, a crisp and pleasant voice came, and when she just read "Wearing a Blue Shirt", the Yue'er girl next to her was already slightly red, and her beautiful eyes were staring at Wu Zheng's side face tightly. By the time Miss Jin'er finished reading it in one go, Miss Yue'er had already lowered her head shyly.

So much so that a long hair slid down from his shoulders and landed on Wu Zheng's left chest, especially a strand of Wu Zheng's cheek, which was itchy, but extremely comfortable. For a while, Wu Zheng couldn't bear to stretch out his hand to brush it away. (To be continued.) )