Grudge Breaker

- "Girl Sangpu, the gameplay of Feihua Order is very simple. Two people are matched in groups, and one person from each group uses the poem as the order. The last word of the first sentence produced by the first person is the first word of the next person's order, within seven steps. It has to be a poem, or the other person will be fined with wine.”

After Ruan Mianmian pretended to explain in a nice way, she enthusiastically asked Song Weichen to check whose pair the objects in the brocade bag were with - she had already let the magpie tamper with the brocade bag, and Mo Tingfeng must be paired with her.

Song Weichen took out a peony brooch from his brocade bag. He didn't know what it meant when Qin Che spoke next to him, "Little beauty, I just said that we are a match sent from heaven!" Looking at it carefully, he also held it in his hand. Got a peony brooch.

The rest, naturally, are Zhuang Yuheng and Shu Yulong.

"I saw that Miss Sangpu was very drunk just now. How about we let Mianmian accompany the girl to give orders in the first round, and let brother Tingfeng and Mr. Qin Xiaohou make wine for us?"

Ruan Mianmian smiled and threw the battle flag at Song Weichen without leaving any trace. She just wanted to make her unable to get on the stage and make her look embarrassed in front of Mo Tingfeng.

"I participated in the first round, and Boss Laoshu drank for me." Zhuang Yuheng smiled and attended the battle.

"This is the first time I've heard of this game. I might not be able to play well. If I lose, Mr. Qin Xiaohou, please don't be angry with me." Song Weichen felt a little nervous. Although he had memorized Tang poetry and Song lyrics a lot in the past, how much could he use to his full potential? Still unknown.

"My little beauty, my brother has a good drinking capacity, so feel free to play, but you have to spend time with your brother after tonight."

"Haha, Mr. Qin Xiaohou really loves to joke." Song Weichen smiled and followed Ruan Mianmian's example and walked to the open space in the middle of the elegant terrace.
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"Today is Brother Yuheng's home court. You come first, Mianmian second, let Miss Sangpu get acquainted with it for a while."

If Ruan Mianmian really wanted to let Song Weichen, he should let her start. This move was obviously intentionally difficult, but it was just a game and no one cared about it.

Zhuang Yuheng looked around, "Since we are here today at the water pavilion to perform the Flying Flower Order, I will start with this." He pondered for a while and took three steps, "The water pavilion is in the sky, and everyone is singing happily."

"Get up..." Ruan Mianmian began to pace, and after five steps her eyes lit up, "Get up and face the embroidered door, sometimes there are sparse fireflies." Then she smiled sweetly, "The word "du" starts with, it's your turn Miss Sangpu, Remember to complete the poem within seven steps, otherwise Mr. Qin Xiaohou will drink."

"Degree?" Song Weichen had a bitter look on her face. She couldn't think of it, but she felt that the faint pain in her stomach was real after the glass of wine just now.

"Master Qin Xiaohou, I can't save you. Otherwise, you can just drink it if you get hurt." Song Weichen didn't take a step away and gave in.

Seeing this, Ruan Mianmian covered her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled. This was not what she wanted. It really suited her heart. Then he looked at Zhuang Yuheng, who also waved his hand to indicate defeat, smiled and drank a glass of wine.

Fei Hua Ling returned to Ruan Mianmian again. She took two steps forward and spoke slowly, "The night is desolate when the cuckoo sings, and the flowers are ruined and only hurt."

"Du? Du? No money will be deducted for the homophone?" Song Weichen's first reaction was to ask Ruan Mianmian if he studied under Wang Jianguo.

"Feihua Ling has the same pronunciation but different words, and yet you dare to show up even though you don't know anything, and you don't mind being embarrassed." Magpie mocked in a low voice from the side - this maid was clearly her master's black-mouthed substitute.

"Miss Sangpu wants to invite Mr. Qin to drink again?" Ruan Mianmian deliberately provoked her.

"No, it was just a warm-up, now let's start playing for real."

Song Weichen smiled faintly, saying that it would be easier once she understood the rules of the game. Her usual approach was to fight elite monsters after leaving the novice village! .

"It hurts the mist of spring and stares alone, Huang Er returns to temporarily let go of sorrow." After taking two steps and sitting sideways on the Yatai, Song Weichen opened his mouth and composed a poem, thinking of the poet Li Hong of the Song Dynasty in his heart.

Zhuang Yuheng was stuck and gave up, so Shu Jielong had another drink.

"With a sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow." After reaching the seventh step, Ruan Mianmian opened his mouth.

Sang Pu stood up from the balcony, but before he could walk out, he said, "Spring silkworms will die when silkworms die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up." She thanked the kindergarten teacher in her heart. Fortunately, kindergartens in her era required memorizing ancient poems. , without a teacher, he would always come out and dig in the small garden.

The word "qian" made both Zhuang Yuheng and Ruan Mianmian freeze up. Mo Tingfeng drank a glass of wine with him coldly, which made Ruan Mianmian's face turn red and white. She never expected that she would lose to Si Chen. A servant of the government.

"Why don't we start the second round and make substitutions?" Zhuang Yuheng suggested.

"Brother Yuheng, don't worry, I'd like to hear how Miss Sang Pu handles it."

Ruan Mianmian felt that Song Weichen was just lucky. As long as she couldn't pick it up herself, she wouldn't be embarrassed.

"Qian..." Song Weichen reached the sixth step and remembered Du Xunhe's poem from the Tang Dynasty, "Qian people have no choice but to do what I want to do." She turned to look at Zhuang Yuheng and Ruan Mianmian, both of whom looked at each other. In line with the principle of not wanting to be left alone, Song Weichen spoke, "Then I will continue, can you interrupt me at any time?" After that, he pointed at the bundle. Qi Long and Mo Tingfeng said, "You two, don't forget to drink."

"The king has not been in love with Nanzhi for a long time, and has abandoned the white fur in the winter."

"Everything you ask for will be answered. If you don't believe it, it's hard to boast."

"Exaggerating the similarities between singing and drinking, it is a way to amuse oneself from poverty and sorrow."

"I know that you are not destined to be a coincidence. We share the same illness and the same worries."

"I don't dare to forget you when I worry about you, and I don't feel my clothes are stained with tears."

"The horse is like flying when he returns home from admiring the flowers, and the horse is like flying when he is drunk."

"The bird that sings slightly but scares the stream flies into the depths of the chaotic clouds and crows."
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"How many drinks have you had?"

When Song Weichen saw that the two of them didn't answer the conversation, he stopped on his own initiative.

"Seven cups, Master Si Chen and I both drank." Shu Jielong looked at Song Weichen with a smile, his face full of pride, as if he and she were the same team.

Ruan Mianmian's face was red, as if she had been slapped several times. She looked at Song Weichen with her mouth open. If she couldn't believe the sound, the entire Sikong Mansion might have been deafened at this moment.

"Sang Pu, that's enough. How can you let others play like this?" Mo Tingfeng stopped her, but there was a faint smile in his eyes. He didn't know how many surprises she had.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Hearing him speak, Song Weichen sat back obediently. As long as Mo Tingfeng didn't go crazy tonight and didn't make dangerous remarks to attract Ruan Mianmian's hatred for her, he would be her god, and whatever he said would be whatever he said.

How did Song Weichen know that Ruan Mianmian had already filled up her hatred level for her...
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As soon as Song Weichen sat down, Qin Che came up and hugged her waist, bringing his face very close to her.

"My little beauty, not only are you so beautiful and beautiful, but you are also so talented. You really impress me!"

"Don't, don't be like this..." Song Weichen turned away and struggled, looking embarrassed.

Suddenly the pressure on her waist disappeared. She turned around and saw that Qin Che had been picked up by Mo Tingfeng and pushed to the center of the elegant terrace. He staggered for a few steps before he stood still.

"Master Qin Xiaohou, it's time for the second round of Flying Flower Orders, please." Mo Tingfeng's eyes were as cold as ice. No matter how stupid Qin Che was, he knew he had touched someone he shouldn't have touched, so he didn't dare to get angry or speak out.

It was no surprise that even though Mo Tingfeng and Shu Xinglong repeatedly let go of each other, after the second round of flying flowers, Song Weichen still drank four glasses of wine for Qin Che. She felt her stomach was burning, her head was a little dizzy, and her whole body was almost Get down on the table.

Although Mo Tingfeng sat back next to Ruan Mianmian, her eyes never left Song Weichen. She was obviously drunk, and she pondered for a moment, "It's getting late, and there will be an important morning meeting tomorrow. I'll take her first. You guys Keep up the good spirits." After saying that, he stood up to help Song Weichen.

How could Ruan Mianmian let him leave so easily? She had a new plan just in the second round, and this was the time to take action.

She grabbed Mo Tingfeng's arm tightly and said, "Miss Sangpu is a little drunk. I'll take her to Muxuan. She will feel better. It won't be too late for brother Tingfeng to come back before leaving."

Hearing her thinking about Song Weichen, Mo Tingfeng had a smile on his face when he looked at Ruan Mianmian for the first time tonight. He nodded and sat back down. Ruan Mianmian pretended to be intimate and helped Song Weichen. She didn't even Asking the magpie who was always with them to help them, the three of them headed towards Xuxuan not far from the water pavilion.

"Where are you taking me?" Song Weichen didn't realize that she had offended Ruan Mianmian tonight until now.

Staring at the nearby waterside flower pond, Ruan Mianmian sneered at the corner of her mouth.

"Take you to sober up."