Hua Yu also snorted coldly: "If you entered the palace at that time, wouldn't it be that Princess Ning Yuan would end up today?"
Chen Yaxuan no longer lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes in front of Qin Meng, how could he stand the ridicule of Huayu? She grabbed the wooden hairpin in Qin Meng's hand and threw it on the ground: "It's better than you get something from a man and subsidize it on Xiao Bailian's body, right?"
Qin Meng is depressed, what kind of rhythm is this, innocently lying down properly.
Let's not say that Yushu Linfeng is suave, but it can be considered handsome, right? What's the matter? It turned out to be a little white face. And it is for the fireworks women's subsidy!
The point is, brother can eat by his looks, but he has the ability. Still rely on the ability to eat and feel at ease.
Before Qin Meng stopped Chen Yaxuan and Hua Yu, the two immediately pinched them.
Hua Yu sneered and said: "This wooden hairpin, in the eyes of your royal family, may be a treasure, but in the eyes of this girl, it is a winning prize. As for subsidizing the little white face. The old lady is willing!"
Chen Yaxuan, is that the one who suffers? She also sneered, and grabbed Qin Meng from behind: "Whether you are willing or not, it is your personal wish, and I don't bother to care about it. However, my son, but someone with a wife."
Huayu looked at Qin Meng’s folding fan, haha smiled and said, “I thought I was a princess? Ha ha, I was rewarded to Master Qin, right? In the Imperial Palace of the Forbidden City, I saw a masterpiece by a princess who was just over ten years old that day. At that time, I thought that heaven was human, but I didn’t expect that today I would be jealous of a little white face competing for favor."
Chen Yaxuan glared at Hua Yu, gritted his teeth and said: "Anyway, my son has a family! A firework oiran, even if his appearance is comparable to the gods, my son can play with him, but he wants to bring it into the house. It seems to ask me whether I agree or disagree. !"
Qin Meng couldn't listen anymore. What are you talking about
Please, both of them are people with poems and books, how can they be like women in the market
"Two, don't quarrel, calm, calm! Gentle, gentle!" Qin Meng's voice became higher and higher, finally suppressing the two quarreling.
Chen Yaxuan and Hua Yu stopped quarreling, but which one Qin Meng looked at. Which one turned his face to one side, and added a very disdainful hum.
Qin Meng had no choice but to cough softly: "Two people, such a beautiful night scene, when you admire the moon with wine, talk and talk, how is it like burning the piano and boiling the crane? Come on. Ya Xuan, the flower girl, have a drink together how is it?"
Chen Yaxuan and Hua Yu showed face to Qin Meng and drank a glass of wine, but when they put down their glass, they looked like someone owed her money. Turned his face aside.
Qin Meng scratched his head and said with a smile: "Girl Huayu, just now the girl said that the wooden hairpin was the winning prize, can you tell me about it?"
Hua Yu turned her face to face Qin Meng and said, "Master Qin, you just want to know the situation of Jiangnan scholars, so you don't need to be circumspect."
Qin Meng suddenly felt that dealing with women was particularly tiring, a very simple matter. As long as a woman's emotions come up, she doesn't even talk to you about getting it right.
"Hey, the Huayu girl is so straightforward. Then Qin speaks bluntly. I heard that literati often hang around in Qinhuai. With the charm of girls, can you invite some elites. Get together here?"
Hua Yu smiled faintly: "The song of Qin Gongzi is shocked by the heavens and humans. It is so admired by Hua Yu. It is also willing to take out the wooden hairpin to see him. However, Hua Yu asks to see the son.
Qin Meng smiled and said: "Girl Huayu, quick talk, so uneasy! Then I don't know how to make Girl Huayu do something for Qin?"
Hua Yu looked at Chen Yaxuan, and said with a curled lips: "It's easy to talk, Hua Yu is not an unreasonable person. Qin Gongzi only needs to do one thing, Hua Yu is willing to go through fire and water for the son."
"Oh? I would like to hear the details."
"Three things. You can choose one. One, let this girl wait on me for one night. Two, or the young man spends a night with flowers. Three, the son is talented, you can write another poem for the occasion, as long as the previous one impresses me. Flower language. I can work for the son."
Chen Yaxuan said angrily: "You are deceiving too much! Let me or the son serve you, foolish dreams! The son is a talented song, it is a god, and it is not something you can get by thinking hard. You can let the son write another song, clearly It is deliberately making things difficult!"
Qin Meng grabbed Chen Yaxuan and said lightly: "It's the girl Huayu who has asked the question. Let's just answer it and get paper and pen."
Chen Yaxuan was indignant, mixed with a few traces of anxiety, but didn't know that Qin Meng knew of countless masterpieces handed down for later generations. He could not write them, but he could memorize them. No one has seen them in this era anyway. Pretending to be one's own, no one can tell.
With the paper and pen ready, Qin Meng has no shame, and he swayed on the paper, and wrote "Shui Tiao Song Tou·When Does the Moon Come" by Su Dongpo University Scholar.
When will the bright moon come, ask the wine to the blue sky, I don’t know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve... (End of this chapter)