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Chapter 80 The two lovers cross each other¡¯s necks

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    Yan Yu and several women played solitaire poems, and the rhyme they rhymed was Qiyang rhyme.

    Wang Yuzhen started and said: "There are piles of green willows,"

    A woman in a green shirt smiled and continued: "Pear snow turns over white waves. I always envy spring in the world,"

    Su Wanxiang's willow eyebrows raised slightly, and she continued with a chuckle: "It's better to be Zhuo Yulang. The younger you are when you come back," after chanting, she looked at Yan Yu calmly.

    Yan Yu looked at Su Wanxiang with a smile and praised this wonderful sentence. There was a gentle light in his long eyes. He continued slowly: "My clothes are fragrant. How about wandering?"

    Wang Yuzhen frowned, and just as she was about to answer this sentence, Su Wanxiang had already answered: "Peace of mind is my hometown. The misty rain and red strings are all cut off." After chanting, she looked at Yan Yu with a proud expression.

    Wang Yuzhen and several other women looked at each other in confusion. They knew that Su Wanxiang and Yan Yu were in conflict, and although they felt a little unhappy, since the Lantern Festival fireworks showed their affection, no one in the capital knew that Yan Yu admired Su Wanxiang, so they smiled and looked at it.

    "That's a good sentence. Wan Xiang is indeed a famous and talented girl in Lijing." Yan Yu leaned on the chair, the light in his eyes was as lazy as a cat, and he looked around, which was very confusing.  He knocked on the table, and several other women started shouting: "Is it possible that the prince is unable to answer this sentence? Hurry up, or you will be fined."

    "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious," Yan Yu smiled slightly and said with an eyebrow, "I have it. Wind and moon drums and drums are merchants. Dusk cicadas are gone at dusk,"

    The other women stopped answering and just looked at Su Wanxiang to see how she would answer.  Su Wanxiang narrowed her eyes and smiled, took a few steps beside the table, raised her eyes and said with a smile: "The bright moon shines with cold light. Walking alone in the pond,"

    Yan Yu smiled faintly, his eyes bright. It seemed that the better Su Wanxiang's poems were, the happier he would be.  His eyes met her sparkling clear eyes, and he frowned and said, "Oh, this sentence is so difficult to answer. Let me think about it carefully."

    There was a burst of sweet laughter, and Wang Yuzhen smiled and filled the wine cup in front of Yan Yu, "Your Majesty, you must be convinced that you have lost this time. The poetry talent of holding incense is well-known in Beijing, and he can be called a poetry fairy!"

    Yan Yu repeatedly said yes, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

    The girls shouted: "Your Majesty, it's time for a hairpin." After saying that, they picked a rouge flower from the rouge vine and started to put it on Yan Yu's hairpin.

    "Wait a minute!" Diao Chan, one of the four beauties who had been standing behind Yan Yu, chuckled, "The hairpin is okay, but our prince lost to Miss Su. No matter what, Miss Su will have to be the prince.  It is only in accordance with the rules to have this flower on the hairpin, which is right and wrong.¡±

    The excitement here attracted everyone in the flower hall to look over. When they understood what was going on, a few nosy people started shouting: "Yes, whoever loses will have to do the hairpins. This is  It's a rule for drinking. We all know that drinking orders are like military orders, so we can't break the rules."

    "That's right! Your Majesty's flower really deserves Miss Su's hairpin!" someone said with a smile.

    Qin Jiu and Monk Chu Chu slowly walked to one side of the table and sat down, watching the excitement with cold eyes.  Qin Jiu had only heard that Su Wanxiang was good at poetry before, but today he finally saw it with his own eyes.  It is true that he has a quick mind and his poems are all good.  She looked around, but Yan Su was nowhere to be seen in the flower hall.  She remembered that on the night she first arrived in Lijing, Su Wanxiang was invited by Yan Su to go to Tianmen Street to watch the lanterns.  Ever since she was rescued by Yan Yu in the Liu Laishun incident, she has treated Yan Yu differently.

    Under the instigation of everyone, Su Wanxiang's face turned red, she glared at Yan Yu angrily, reached out to take the rouge flower in Wang Yuzhen's hand, walked up to Yan Yu, and said softly: "My lord, I'm offended!"

    Yan Yu looked at Su Wanxiang with a half-smile, his eyes were a little infatuated and a little caressing. He raised his eyebrows and said, "My king, I can't get what I ask for."

    Su Wanxiang bit her lower lip lightly and raised her hand. The autumn-colored wide sleeves slipped down, revealing her white wrist. She raised her hand and pinned the rouge flower to Yan Yu's head.

    "What's going on?" A voice as clear as a flowing spring came, and Su Wan's fragrant jade hands trembled slightly.

    This voice was very familiar to Qin Jiu. It belonged to Prince Anling Yan Su.

    Yan Su likes Su Wanxiang, and everyone here knows it.  At this moment, when his voice came, the atmosphere in the flower hall changed instantly. The laughter and cheers stopped instantly. A waving man froze in the air with his arms raised. Wang Yuzhen and several women turned pale and lowered their heads.  The head silently sat at another table.

    At Yan Yu¡¯s table, only Yan Yu and his four beauties were left, as well as Su Wanxiang, who was doing hairpins.

    Prince Yan Su of Anling walked slowly around the mahogany pillars wrapped with rouge vines and entered the flower hall.  Following him were Kangyang Wang Yanmin and his counselor Li Yunxiao.

    Yan Su was wearing a white moire gown that was particularly eye-catching under the spring sun.The look on Junjun's face was condensed, and his long eyebrows were slightly frowned. His eyes passed over Su Wanxiang's hand, as if it was covered with a layer of frost.  He approached with a half-smile, raised the corners of his lips, and asked, "Uncle Qi, are you composing a poetic couplet? Could it be that Uncle Qi lost?"

    Yan Yu raised her eyebrows and flew them sideways into her temples. She smiled and said, "Yes, so the incense sticks are tying flowers for me."

    Su Wanxiang glanced at Yan Su lightly. Although her face was a little pale, her expression was calm. She approached Yan Yu and continued the action she had just done, trying to pin the rouge flower in her hand.  Yan Su smiled calmly, raised his hand to hold Su Wanxiang's wrist, took the rouge flower in her hand with a slight smile, and said slowly: "Miss Su is so good at poetry, how about you join me in a couplet?"  "

    There is no other meaning in these words, but the tone is indescribably sour, and it is obvious that the jealousy tank has been overturned.  Yan Min echoed: "Yes, if Uncle Qi and Miss Su have anything fun to do, why don't we come and play together."

    Yan Yu snorted lightly, picked up the wine cup, smiled at the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "I'm not interested anymore, you can play if you like!"

    Su Wanxiang slowly turned around, focused his eyes on Yan Su, frowned and said, "Don't your highness want to compete with Wanxiang? Let's do it! If Wanxiang is lucky enough to win, please don't interfere with Wanxiang."

    A hint of pain flashed in Yan Su's dark eyes, and before he could answer, Su Wanxiang had already spoken: "Yan Yu is singing to the moon, Your Highness, please accept the rhyme."

    Yan Su stared at Su Wanxiang with burning eyes, frowned, and slowly continued: "The wind blows and the willow branches are in chaos. When the rain stops, the wind also disperses,"

    Su Wanxiang¡¯s eyes flashed slightly, and then he continued: ¡°It¡¯s like a cloud. I have made a thousand wishes,¡±

    Yan Su: "I don't know when it will appear? The grass is as wide as the sky,"

    Qin Jiu frowned and watched Yan Su and Su Wanxiang's couplets going back and forth. In just a short time, they had already completed dozens of sentences.  She stared at Yan Su's handsome face and the bright and complex light in her eyes, her heart palpitated, and she suddenly felt that she couldn't breathe.

    This feeling and scene are so familiar.

    The vision gradually became blurry, and it seemed that the two people who were writing poems back and forth were replaced by her and Yan Su.

    That day, Yan Su kicked Bai Suxuan into the Huayi Lake because she was dissatisfied with Bai Suxuan being the female minister.  When he met her again the next day, he found that she was the woman he met in Jinghua Waters. Since then, he often came to look for her intentionally or unintentionally.

    At that time, she said arrogantly: "Aren't you very dissatisfied with me? Let's compare poems. If you lose, stay as far away from me as possible! How about that?"

    The two of them are like this. You say one sentence and I say one sentence. They keep fighting until the rhyme of "Er Xiao" is almost exhausted.

    Who won in the end?  It seems to be her.  However, even though he lost, he did not go as far away as he had promised at first. Instead, intentionally or unintentionally, he looked for her more frequently.

    "Master Jiu, I suddenly realized that Miss Su is very similar to you before." Loquat's whisper came to my ears.

    Qin Jiu turned around and saw that Loquat had come back at some point and was standing behind her.  She frowned and asked softly: "What did you say? Does it look like me? How does it look like?"

    Loquat frowned and said softly: "I can't tell, the figure is different, thinner than you used to be, and still sickly. The appearance is not similar, but the energy in fighting poems just now is very similar to yours. Now I take a closer look,  I feel like her eyes are very similar to yours before."

    Like her?

    Qin Jiu stared at Su Wanxiang, looking at her as if she was possessed.

    When Loquat said this, she really felt a bit similar to her before.

    It does look a bit like her!  But the resemblance is not in appearance, but in charm and style of describing things.

    Does it look like her?  For some reason, Qin Jiu felt extremely uncomfortable, as if she had suddenly swallowed a fly, feeling sick and angry.

    Yan Su said that he had never liked her. Could it be that Yan Su was close to her just because she looked similar to Su Wanxiang?  Haha, Qin Jiu wants to laugh.

    "The green mountains are far away from the clouds. The pond is clear at night," Su Wanxiang said softly.

    ¡°The ducks are sleeping with their necks crossed.¡­¡± As soon as Yan Su heard about the pond, he answered without thinking.

    "Yuanyang, youyou" Su Wanxiang's face suddenly turned red, and she pointed at Yan Su and said, "Your Highness, you can't say this kind of poem." After saying that, he stamped his feet and turned away.

    Yan Su stood there blankly, staring blankly at Su Wanxiang's figure winding away like a weak willow supporting the wind.

    "Yuanyang," he said.

    In her memory, the mandarin duck brocade she had woven before being burned was filled with blood toward her.

    Qin Jiu suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyes widened, and the ends of her eyes turned up.

    Yan Su looked back and saw Qin Jiu's smile. That smile came with a very charming color mixed with the fragrance of rouge flowers, which made his heart stagnate for no reason.

    "Why are you laughing?" Yan Su asked coldly.

    "The moonlit night in the pond is clear, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping with their necks crossed. Does Your Highness actually like mandarin ducks? You must know that mandarin ducks are the most useless birds. There is only one. It is said that if one dies, the other will not survive. It is really useless. It should be  The only way to live more freely is to live more freely. If your partner is gone, just find another one. There is no grass anywhere in the world, right? Your Highness would like such a silly bird. I guess King Yan doesn't like mandarin ducks." Qin Jiu said calmly.  He glanced at Yan Su and said to Yan Yu.

    Yan Yu looked at Qin Jiu with a smile, frowned, and said leisurely: "You know me, Mr. Jiu, I like eagles." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com)The smile, that smile came with a very charming color mixed with the fragrance of rouge flowers, making his heart stagnate for no reason.

    "Why are you laughing?" Yan Su asked coldly.

    "The moonlit night in the pond is clear, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping with their necks crossed. Does Your Highness actually like mandarin ducks? You must know that mandarin ducks are the most useless birds. There is only one. It is said that if one dies, the other will not survive. It is really useless. It should be  The only way to live more freely is to live more freely. If your partner is gone, just find another one. There is no grass anywhere in the world, right? Your Highness would like such a silly bird. I guess King Yan doesn't like mandarin ducks." Qin Jiu said calmly.  He glanced at Yan Su and said to Yan Yu.

    Yan Yu looked at Qin Jiu with a smile, frowned, and said leisurely: "You know me, Mr. Jiu, I like eagles." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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