Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 164 Writing Poems
In Taohuawu, at some point, there was a man in black clothes.

"It's hot, do you have some tea?" Ying Su put his hands behind his back, his brows and eyes were full of calmness.

His voice was soft and slow, but enough to make people tremble.

It's okay, I came a little late, and this torturer was bullied?
He squinted his eyes, and stared coldly at those aggressive ladies and gentlemen just now.

Don't even try to run!
The crowd was a little confused, not understanding what the Ninth Prince said.

No, when did this master come here?
Many noble ladies have also heard rumors in the market, saying that the unfeminine Ninth Prince is quite intimate with the wife of the Lu family.

But it was also treated as an after-dinner tea talk, and they didn't really take the deeds of the two seriously.

The Ninth Prince's temperament is as calm as water, which is obvious to all, it is impossible to mess up because of a woman
Ying Qi, who was at the top, showed a look of watching the show, with his chin on his hands, and a strange smile, "The Nine Emperor Brothers are here, please take a seat."

Ying Yan stood up and saluted, her plain lips curled up lightly, "Brother Huang, Yan'er has reserved a seat for you."

With a wave of his wide sleeve, he gestured towards the seat beside him.

Ying Su ignored her, and walked straight towards his own Jiao Niang.

Su Wanwan bit her lip tightly, trying not to let herself laugh.

Only she knows that cousin is here to support the beauty.

The ink-colored skirt rose against the wind, and against the man's waist, it was even more handsome.

Shaoguang step by step, lonely and elegant.

Everyone moved their eyes following his steps.

In just a few breaths, I saw the beautiful girl and handsome man very close to each other.

The beautiful girl supported her head with one hand, and tied up the hair hanging down her chest with the other.

The posture is romantic and lazy, but it is a lively picture.

Seeing the man approaching him, he didn't rush to get up to greet him, sat up straight and passed a cup of tea leisurely.

This is her teacup, which was used just now.

On the side of the bowl, there is still smudged lips.

"Si Niang invites the Ninth Prince to drink tea." Her voice was as delicate as a warbler's, and she was so tender.

The gentlemen on the opposite side were dumbfounded, this lady from the Lu family is really good at seducing people.

They really want to drink that cup of tea!

Throat rolling, everyone seems thirsty.

Lu Ziyu sat on the stool, holding a cup of tea in his plain hand, his peach cheeks shy and delicate.

Although the ladies were shocked by her bold action, they still looked like they were joking.

Invite the Ninth Prince to drink tea?Didn't you use a clean teacup?
Don't bluff people, what about the Ninth Prince who is as precious as jade?
Ying Su looked down at the teacup handed over, the tea soup was emerald green like emeralds, and the smell was sweet and sweet.

Longjing before the rain.

Although it is good tea, he doesn't like to use it.

Frowning, he still took a small sip.

All of a sudden, the whole Taohuawu fell into an abyss, and everyone looked like a ghost.

Just now the Ninth Prince drank the tea from Lu's Fourth Niang?

Su Wanwan raised her eyebrows and elated, and glanced at Ying Yan quite complacently.

Look at that livid face, if you don't know, you might think she ate bastard.

Ying Yan never expected that the Ninth Prince would reveal his relationship with that little bitch in front of so many people.

Is it possible that you are not afraid of messing up your reputation?

Compared to Yingyan's annoyance, Yingqi was more casual.

He sat on the futon with a crooked body, and there was a gleam in his peach blossom eyes.

Ying Su put down the teacup, looked down at the empty page, "Everyone has already written it, why don't you write it?"

He just taught the beauty to practice calligraphy a few days ago, wouldn't he forget it after a few days?

Lu Ziyu bit his lip, picked up the brush and poked it on the paper, complaining softly, "It's too hard."

hard?
Ying Su raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help thinking of the beauty of that day when she practiced calligraphy.

The wind lightly fell on the paper, and saw a hole the size of a soybean, and understood what she meant.
This grinds people's spirits, hooking people to death does not pay for their lives.

Ying Su coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment, he picked up the pen and tried it twice.

As soon as he dipped in the ink, he discovered the mystery.

Well, my little girl was tricked.

With such a hard nib, I really can't write with it without some effort.

Fang Yuetong couldn't help but feel suffocated when he saw that the brush that he had tampered with was pinched by the Ninth Prince.

The eyelashes are like butterflies, fluttering non-stop, as if they have done something wrong and are looking for a way to remedy it.

Yan Huaijin had been quietly watching what was going on here, since when he was burning incense and composing poems just now, he noticed something was wrong.

The lady of the Lu family looked so peaceful, it didn't look like she couldn't write poetry at all.

Fang Yuetong noticed that someone was staring at her, so she looked up in a panic, but her eyes met Yan Huaijin's.

She took a deep breath, quickly lowered her head, and twisted her dress tightly with her little hands.

Just now, the way Yan Lang looked at her seemed to see through him.

Although it was calm, the cold disgust in his eyes made people shudder.

Here, Ying Su tried the tampered writing brush a few times, and then asked with a smile, "I will take you to write, okay?"

Lu Ziyu stood up limply, with his small face turned upside down, "Does he have to write poems?"

"If you can't do it, I can do it for you."

The man leaned over and whispered in her ear, his words were full of ridicule.

Lu Ziyu raised his eyebrows, and his winking eyes rose slightly.

Can't do it?joke!
"Si Niang's hand hurts, please trouble the Ninth Prince to dip in the ink and compose poems with Si Niang." She commanded the man behind her.

Ying Su laughed, she didn't know where her confidence came from, but she still listened to the beauty's words and slightly dipped the brush in some ink.

Seeing that Mrs. Lu was going to start composing poems, everyone couldn't help but sat up straight with great interest.

Unexpectedly, Prince Jiujiu actually held him in his arms, and even touched the slender hand of Lu's wife.

Is this Taohuawu a fucking goblin?
Unfriendly, unfeminine, incomprehensible, unreasonable
its not right?Is this their Ninth Prince?
The noble ladies looked at the soft and boneless Lu Siniang, who was nestling in the arms of the Ninth Prince, feeling jealous and envious.

I can't wait to go blind
If the wind could kill, Lu Ziyu would have died hundreds of times by now.

But those lords who have been charmed by the beauties, why don't they stare at the Ninth Prince with envy.
The beauty is in the arms, the nephrite is fragrant, isn't this the dream they have been pursuing in this life?
"My lord is late, and you're going to mess with me?" Ying Su whispered softly, her voice caressing the ear of the person in her arms.

Lu Ziyu felt the gentleness in his ears, and couldn't help but tremble, "Siniang, why not. After finishing the poem, it's not enough to let the master deal with it in the future."

Ying Su's abdomen was full of fire, and it took her true energy to suppress the hotness in the depths.

"Everyone, please listen to Si Niang's poem." Lu Ziyu's voice was clear and clear, and his eyes were fearless.

Ying Yan looked at the figure of the two cuddling together, and just wanted to tear up this lingering scene.

poetry?Does Lu Siniang really have this ability?
The slut of Israel's waiter, how much ink can he have in his stomach besides some shady activities?
Just as she was thinking about it in a panic, a soft female voice sounded, "Last year, today this door."

Lu Ziyu groaned in a low voice, while Ying Su held onto her hand and slowly wrote on the paper.

As soon as the first line of the poem came out, the sound of ridicule and ridicule was endless in Taohuawu.

This is also called poetry?Laugh yourself to death.
Isn't this the flowing water poem sung by beggars?
Ying Su frowned, she didn't want to see her young lady being laughed at.

He wanted to speak to comfort the beauty in his arms not to show off, so he heard the second line of the poem, "The peach blossoms on the face of a person are red."

Ingeniously, the girl's cheeks are compared to peach blossoms.

A hint of admiration flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and his writing became more vigorous.

In Taohuawu, the laughter gradually faded away.

Seeing how quickly they changed, Lu Ziyu couldn't help laughing.

The voice is unruly, lazy and casual, and then uttered the last two lines, "I don't know where the human face is going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze!"

Absolutely, especially the last sentence.
The word "laugh" expresses the enchanting peach blossoms, and expresses all the sorrows and joys.

Both beautiful and bleak.

The two are mixed in one place, and there is an artistic conception that makes people cry.

No one dared to laugh anymore, and couldn't laugh anymore.

This poem is better than any poem with the theme of peach blossoms.
The lady of the Lu family is a wonderful poetic and picturesque person!
(End of this chapter)