Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 170 Killing Chickens

The breeze blows, and a large piece of peach blossom powder petals blows down, and the beautiful tea leaves are scattered.

The beauty in Wujian holds a short peach tree branch in one hand and fine nectar and jade dew in the other.The lotus steps are fluttering, and the cheeks are white with powder, smooth and jade-like.

Those beautiful eyes seemed angry, happy, sad, and angry.

In every poem, her style changes in various ways.But when people look at it, there is still a kind of thrilling beauty.

Gujiao, gangster.

It was a kind of intertwined beauty, but the lady of the Lu family could integrate the two into her bones.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu" she chanted obsessively, staggering and almost falling, turning her waist, as if flying on a silver plate, helping the wind to stand firm.

Everyone wrote quickly, following the verses, the ink was dotted on the paper, and three or four poems could be vaguely distinguished.

Three or four poems are not much.

In previous years, at the Peach Blossom Banquet, there were more than ten poems by poets, but they could never be like the lady of the Lu family. Every poem that was recited was a fairy work.

It can be handed down to later generations for a hundred years and entered the national classics of poetry.

Tan mouth slowly, no need to think about the brewing words, as if those poems were deeply imprinted in the mind of the fourth mother of the Lu family.

The hem of her skirt burst open, and Pingting walked away on a square inch of land, and waved her sleeves.

"There will be times when the wind and the waves break, hang the clouds and sail directly to help the sea." Lu Ziyu picked up the wine pot and took a sip, squinting his eyes like silk and half lazily, "Chaoci Baidi."

Ying Yan, who was on the first line, listened to the excellent poems that came out one after another, and felt her spine trembling and numb. She stared at the woman in the clothes fluttering like a fairy, her eyes were filled with unbelievable horror.

Could it be that this lady from the Lu family grew up eating poetry and books?
Why is it as easy for her to write poetry as to eat a home-cooked meal?
Everyone was thinking about it, but they couldn't bear to stop the Lu family's wife's poetry, so they had to watch carefully and guard.

Quite a few boys copied with sore hands, took a few breaths, gritted their teeth and insisted on continuing to copy.

Lu Siniang's steps are like Lingbo, her beautiful eyes are obsessed with intoxication, and her lips are as delicate as rouge.

Bow down, "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come?"

Shaking his sleeves, "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River is coming from the sky"

Swinging branches, "Seeing off guests at night on the Xunyang River, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn"

Fufa, "The down and out new stop muddy wine glass"

In the world, I am afraid that there is no such beauty again.

Jade makes the bones, water makes the body, flowers make the appearance, and the charm enters the soul.

A line of poetry, a paragraph of words.It seems to drag people into another world.

There are the heartfelt feelings of idiots complaining about women, the turmoil of the mountains and rivers of golden swords and war horses, the seventy-year-olds with unfulfilled ambitions, and the lonely and homesick stranger travelers.
Lu Ziyu displayed the poem in front of them like a picture.

It is to read the story, but also to spy on the old man
After an unknown amount of time, the beauty staggered and stopped. She tilted her head and asked confusedly to the crowd, "How many songs are there?"

The ladies were still intoxicated in the sad and heartbreaking "Pipa Xing", with tears in their eyes and red noses.

The sons and daughters were all hooked by the song "Will Enter the Wine". The majestic poetic scene is really memorable and refreshing.

No one responded, but the group of people transcribing poems could no longer write on the few pages of rice paper on the table.

Some sons who are crazy about poetry don't hesitate to splash ink on their clothes.

How many songs?Already lost count!
"No more, no less, just arrived at Baishou!" A gentle male voice sounded, startling everyone.

hundred?This fourth lady of the Lu family can publish a book of poetry alone
Lu Ziyu looked back and saw Yan Huaijin bowed to her with his hands in his sleeves.

Crescent glanced lightly, passing the dazed Shi Yi and looking at Ying Yan above him.

Ying Yan hung her head in panic, pinching her legs with both hands, trying to use the pain to force herself to write more poems.

But even if she was forced to death, she would not be able to compose these hundred poems.

A layer of mist formed in the apricot eyes, and he looked at Lu Ziyu, hoping that he could save himself a little bit.

Lu Ziyu twitched his red lips, walked to his desk, put down the wine pot, and put down the wooden branches.

Seemingly drunk but not drunk, she looked back at Yingyan, "Princess, Si Niang's poems are finished." With a chuckle, a faint sarcasm flowed between her brows, "It's just a hundred poems. There wasn't much difficulty."

Ying Yan's face turned red and then turned white.

Today she deliberately dressed up, not only painted with makeup and powder, but even her clothes were smoked with precious spices.

But just now when Lu Ziyu danced his sword and wrote a poem, she broke out in a cold sweat.It was a desperate struggle. The last time Yingyan experienced this feeling was when her father, mother and concubine passed away.

The broken sweat on the forehead slid down the neck into the skirt of the clothes, and the fine powder and rouge were condensed into a ball by the sweat.With this appearance, no matter who saw it, I'm afraid it would be the Princess Yingyan who was still so famous a few months ago.

"The Princess Benben doesn't need to write poems anymore, right?" Ying Yan's lips trembled slightly, but she still forced a smile calmly.

Before Lu Ziyu could open her mouth, Su Wanwan smiled maliciously, "Hey! Princess, you are so talented, could it be that you can't compose a mere one hundred and one poems?"

With a change of tone, he charged towards Fang Yuetong next to him with a playful smile, "You mean that, Second Lady Fang?"

Ever since Fang Yuetong's wife from the Lu family wrote poems, she has shrunk herself tightly into her fragile body like a cow.

Right now, Su Wanwan pretended not to hear her sarcasm and sarcasm.

She didn't dare to raise her eyes, not knowing what face she should use to treat everyone in the future.

It's a mistake that will cause eternal hatred. If she knew this, why would she help the princess to do such a stupid thing.

If there is no farce like his own, maybe Yan Lang will look at him more.
What Fang Yuetong was thinking in his heart, everyone didn't want to know.But Princess Yingyan couldn't escape this catastrophe.

Just now he swore that the lady of the Lu family had copied her own poems, but after a while, they have already made a hundred poems.

Could it be that these hundred poems belonged to the princess too?
The words have leaked out, and there is no need to argue about who is right and who is wrong.

Everyone looked at Ying Yan with slightly strange expressions.Even those sons who had a slight crush on Yingyan at first sat upright and looked at her carefully.

Although annoyed, but even more puzzled.

"Didn't the Princess just say that she wanted to compete with Siniang again?" Lu Ziyu stepped up and walked towards her slightly, "What? No more competitions now?"

Ying Yan raised her head, showing panic.The knuckles of her hands pinched on her legs turned white, and she didn't know how much effort she had exerted.

"Didn't you say that Si Niang copied your poems? Huh?" Lu Ziyu leaned over and breathed Youlan at her.

"It's the princess who made a mistake." Ying Yan hurriedly got up, and explained to the crowd with a wry smile, "Yes! The poem written by the princess is only somewhat similar to the one written by the lady of the Lu family. I made a mistake."

She wept in shame, biting her already bloodless lips.

This time, no one will follow her trickery again.

Lu Ziyu leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "You can't steal a man, but you can't steal me! Poetry? You're even worse off."

After the words fell, Liu Yao lightly swung her waist, and sat back in her seat in a fluttering manner.

Right now, everyone looked at Yingyan as if they were watching a joke.The honorable and precious princess actually took other people's poems as her own, lying all over her mouth?It's really all about winning.

Vulgar, sneering.

The gazes were like daggers, piercing Yingyan's heart.

The talent she prided herself on was arrogance, and it was destroyed by someone today!
My heart twitched, my legs softened, and I couldn't stand this torture anymore.Just black out your eyes and pretend to be dead
　Where is the chicken eating team? ?My son invites you to eat white-haired chicken hehehe

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