Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 163
Entering Taohuawu, Lu Ziyu took Su Wanwan's arm, and the two couldn't wait to enjoy the flowers and scenery.

"Mr. Yan." Lu Ziyu turned around, "Mr. Yan, please go around by yourself. I have something to talk to Mrs. Su."

This is clearly trying to drive people away.

Yan Huaijin knew that she was being used, but she was not annoyed at all. Instead, she carefully warned, "There are too many mosquitoes on the mountain, I hope the two ladies don't go up easily."

After all, bow and leave.

As soon as he left, Su Wanwan started chattering, "This Mr. Yan seems to be treating you"

There was a smirk on her small face, and she looked like she wanted to gossip.

"Heh! Why don't you say that those gentlemen behind you also admire him?" Lu Ziyu brushed his hair lightly, and looked behind him with winking eyes.

Su Wanwan turned around wondering, a bunch of young masters were stunned in place.

His eyes were dull, as if he had been hooked.

Su Wanwan pulled out her whip and shouted coldly, "What are you looking at, have you never seen a beautiful lady?"

She shouted at the top of her throat, like the roar of a lion from the east of the river, scaring away the crowd.

Although the ladies of the Lu family are beautiful, they still cherish their lives.
The handsome young masters almost rolled and crawled, and quickly pulled away from the two of them.

"The toad wants to eat phoenix meat!" Su Wanwan spat in a cold voice, and put away the whip again.

When her cousin comes, see if these bastards still miss Si Niang!

"I gave you the Langya Whip, not for you to use it like this." Lu Ziyu shook his incense fan and sighed softly.

"Huh? How did I use it?"

"You flick the whip with such an angry eyebrow, which young master would dare to go to the Mu Mansion to propose marriage in the future?"

"If it's a big deal, I won't get married. Anyway, I just have such a bad temper, so I don't want to live my life wronged." Su Wanwan shrugged lazily, but her heart couldn't help but ache.

She didn't want to change her temperament just to get married.

Qianqiu wants you to say a word, may love not move like a mountain.

Since he likes her, he should put it into his bosom together with her temperament.

"Come on, you're just like my third brother." Lu Ziyu raised his forehead.

"What kind?" Su Wanwan's eyes lit up for a moment, and she hurriedly asked.

"Be like a child, hypocritical."

"That's right! You, why doesn't your third brother come today?"

Lu Ziyu glanced at Su Wanwan suspiciously, and after a while he said helplessly, "It's not like you don't know, he's only interested in money all day long."

Meimei rolled her eyes and smiled, "My third brother is either earning money, or he is on the way to earn money."

Su Wanwan rolled her eyes.

Could she not know, that rogue monkey is a miser!
Thinking of the day when he scolded Yingyan bloody for 5 taels of silver, he wanted to laugh.

Unable to help herself, Su Wanwan couldn't help but chuckled twice.

Lu Ziyu stopped, and said with a surprised face, "Hey, don't you think you are thinking of spring?"

"Who do you miss?"

"My third brother!"

Su Wanwan jumped up angrily, jumped up and yelled, "Even if I miss a dog, I don't miss a monkey."

Lu Ziyu pouted, is there a difference?

not human anyway
In Taohuawu, there was a muffled sound suddenly.

"Boom."

It lasts a long time.

"This is?" Lu Ziyu raised his finger and pointed at the air, somewhat unclear what the voice meant.

"The Taohuai ancient clock is ringing, it should be a feast." Su Wanwan raised her spirits, grabbed Lu Siniang's arm and walked towards the bell.

When the two walked to Taoyuan, more than half of the people had already taken their seats.

The peach blossoms are scorching and fragrant.

Men and women divide the seats, each keeping half of the table.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like they are about to fight.

Lu Ziyu and Su Wanwan just entered the table, they sat at the same table, closer to each other.

As soon as I got next to the stool, I heard someone say bitterly in my ear, "Miss Lu, this is my seat."

Lu Ziyu raised his head and saw that the person beside the table was Fang Yuetong, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Miss Fang, don't you know that first come first come first?"

She looked at Yingyan and Wang Ruofao's watching eyes not far away, and she felt like a bright mirror in her heart.

I'm afraid that the second lady in the house is being used as a target.

Fang Yuetong curled her lips and sneered, raised her hand holding the handkerchief, and pointed to a table of four immortals not far away, "Where is your seat?"

Su Wanwan jumped at the table, "What's the reason?"

Seeing that Su Wanwan was about to choke again, Lu Ziyu had no choice but to get up to comfort her, "It's okay, I'll go sit down."

Don't think about it anymore, it is estimated that there are "good fruits" waiting for her to taste in that seat.

Seeing the tricks, she, Lu Siniang, is not a vegetarian either.

Su Wanwan wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Lu Ziyu's eyes.

She glared at Fang Yuetong angrily, and kicked her table leg hard.

The writing brush on the pen was scattered all over the floor.

Fang Yuetong held back her anger, leaned over and picked up the brush again.

Lu Ziyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he swung his waist and sat aside.

Yan Huaijin sat across from her, smiled and nodded as a greeting.

After a while, the Taohuai ancient clock struck three times in a row.

The Peach Blossom Poetry Banquet is about to begin.

Ying Qi waved his fan, his eyes were full of charm, and he was wearing a loose Chinese robe.

As if looking at it, it looks like a dandy.

He strode straight through the crowd, and sat in the seat of the superior.

"The Peach Blossom Banquet is a banquet of elegance and interest. I hope you don't have to be restrained." After saying that, Ying Qi picked up a teacup, "This hall uses tea instead of wine, and invites poems and lyrics."

Everyone got up with teacups, their faces were full of joy.

Ying Yan took a sip of her tea, and cast a dark glance at Lu Ziyu who was not far away.

Let you show off your beauty again, and when you get embarrassed later, don't cry and put on ugly makeup.

Peach Blossom Poetry Banquet, a total of three games.

The first game was themed "Peach Blossom", and Italy and America won.

In the second match between men and women, no one challenged the winner.

In the third round, whoever writes the most poems will win the first prize.

The rules were set, and the gong sounded.

Within a stick of incense, one must write a poem.

Seeing everyone immersed in their thoughts, Lu Ziyu felt much more relaxed.

She rubbed the ink unhurriedly, and just as she was about to dip the pen into the ink, she discovered that there was an article in the pen.

The tip of the writing brush was actually glued together, making it very hard.

Well, feelings are waiting for her here?
My own handwriting is not very good, if the brush is as hard as iron, the words I write may be as good as Luo Ning.
Thinking of this, Lu Ziyu was also a little distressed.

Seeing her frowning, Yingyan and the others showed a smile at the same time.

The time for a stick of incense arrives in no time.

Everyone scrambled to be the first to read out their own poems for the nobles to taste.

Poems with gorgeous rhetoric emerge in endlessly. A peach blossom and a peach tree are all regarded as treasures and immortals.

Lu Ziyu felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten leftovers.

How can these empty poems survive in the world for a long time?
Yingyan's poems are somewhat lively, but what they express is just the old-fashioned love between men and women, without some new ideas.

Almost everyone in the circle had finished reading his poems, but Lu Ziyu was the only one who was still guarding a blank page.

"Yo, it seems that the lady of the Lu family hasn't recited poems yet." Ying Yanwen smiled slightly.

As soon as she said that, everyone looked at Lu Ziyu.

"Yes, the lady of the Lu family will come and read her poems soon."

"Don't be shy, it's all for fun."

"The lady of the Lu family can't do it right? I heard that you are also very knowledgeable."

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One word for you, one word for me.

It seems that Lu Siniang is just an embroidered pillow.

Lu Ziyu looked at the crowd with aggrievedness, curled his tender lips, and said in a coquettish voice, "My hand hurts, I haven't written yet."

What she said seemed to be speaking to everyone in the Taohuayuan, but also seemed to be speaking to someone not far away.

Hand hurts, stop writing?
If you can't do it, just say it, what a fluffy pretense.
Just when Fang Yuetong was about to sneer, a cold male voice suddenly sounded, "It's hot, do you have some tea?"

(End of this chapter)