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Volume One Chapter 216 Landscape

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    After a moment of burning incense, everyone began to hand in their papers.  Qing Ya Pavilion sent ten maids to stand at the door and slowly sort out the collected works, and then sent them to the innermost part of the attic.  The woman who presided over the literary meeting was smiling all over her face. She stood behind the railing on the second floor and talked to everyone, waiting for the results of the evaluation inside.  On the street, those talented people who have great confidence in their works are all excited and looking upstairs expectantly.  Zhang Nannan stood there bored, so she casually composed a poem about plum blossoms and handed it in.  At this time, she joked to the sisters around her: "If my poem wins first place, I will ask the master of Qingya Pavilion to sleep with our sisters in the barracks for a night. Do you think she is willing?"  " One sister said with a smile: "Of course she won't break her promise, but she is not qualified to enter our new military camp. " "That's okay. We sisters can all sleep in her Qingyage Pavilion tonight and let her do it.  Let¡¯s bring foot washing water, hehe.¡± Another girl also said with a smile.  Seeing that the atmosphere was lively, Zhou Qi forgot about the horror of the little witch and said with a sly smile: "Miss Nannan, if your work wins first place, it would be a pity to put forward these simple conditions.  The master of the Yage is still secretly having fun. " "Zhou Qi, tell me, what conditions should we put forward?" Zhang Nannan glanced and asked.  Zhou Qi said with a cheeky smile: "You can let her sleep with the boys in our barracks. There are four boys in our barracks. I guarantee that the beautiful young woman will never leave." As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuxiang suddenly left.  Recently, he punched his other eye again and sneered: "A brat like Yang wouldn't like to sleep with an elderly woman like that." Zhou Qi covered his pain.  eyes, screaming and squatting on the ground.  Zhang Nannan defended him and said: "Yuxiang, the master of Qingya Pavilion seems to be young. I heard he is in his twenties. He has a curvy front and back. He is very attractive to a boy like Yang Ye who has never tasted a woman.  " When Chen Yuxiang heard this, he looked disdainful and said, "So what if that guy likes it, there is no chance that he will see her. As for you, Nannan, your work will be lost in the sea. Stop being self-conscious." "  "Yes." Zhang Nannan nodded deeply.  Zhou Qi squatted on the ground, covering his eyes, with a bitter look on his face, and said: "Sister Xiang, we were just fantasizing. Since you know it, why do you need to get angry and beat me up." Chen Yuxiang heard this and looked at it with a sneer again.  He said: "I'm angry? Why should I be angry? Zhou Qi, tell me?" Zhou Qi was startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, no, no, Sister Xiang is very happy. How could she do something impossible?  I'm so angry. Then Yang Ye can't like that kind of old woman. He will only be interested in delicate flowers like you, Sister Xiang." "Bang! Ah!" Chen Yuxiang punched him again and made a cut.  She clapped her hands and said, "Who cares?" The girl raised her head and glanced at the dark window, secretly saying: The cultural gathering is almost over, why doesn't that bastard come out? On the restaurant, in the innermost box, Sima  Xiaowei stood at the window, looking out the window, in a daze.  Yang Ziyu had left without knowing when.  Yang Ye sat on the chair and looked at the girl in front of the window quietly, as if looking at a beautiful scenery.  "You stand in front of the window and look at the scenery. The people watching the scenery are looking at you from behind. The bright moon decorates your beautiful figure. You decorate other people's dreams." For some reason, Yang Ye suddenly remembered this poem, which is not considered poetry in this era.  , and read it out gently.  The girl in front of the window suddenly turned around, stared at him for a moment, and said, "Yang Ye, read what you just said again." Yang Ye was slightly startled, smiled, and said, "I just said it casually, I forgot about it."  Sima Xiaowei looked at him, calmed down, and read slowly: "You stand in front of the window and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are looking at you from behind. The bright moon decorates your beautiful figure, and you decorate other people's dreams"  Yang Ye's eyes moved and he said in surprise: "Miss Xiaowei, your memory is really extraordinary. Even I have forgotten what I said casually, but you remember it." Sima Xiaowei didn't seem to hear what he said.  He recited it several times in a low voice and murmured: "This sentence is not a poem, but it has the charm of poetry. It is simple and straightforward, without any intentional decoration, but it has a very perfect artistic conception Yang Ye, are you here?  Where did you hear this sentence?" Yang Ye secretly groaned in his heart, feeling a little incredible about this girl's keen intuition and unique understanding of poetry.  "Yang Ye, what do you want me to ask you?" Sima Xiaowei walked closer and stared at him.  Yang Ye smiled bitterly and said, "I'll just do whatever you want."??Talk nonsense.  " When the girl heard this, she shook her head, looked at him seriously and said, "Don't lie to me. To be honest, where did you hear it from, or do you think so?" Yang Ye scratched his head, very worried.  I want to slap myself a few times, and I am so bored that I can't express random emotions. Now it's better. This girl is not Chen Yuxiang. She can fool and tease her casually, and she just gave her a pure and pure body. How can I bear to deceive her.  Seeing the girl's big eyes full of seriousness and expectation, Yang Ye felt a little helpless. "It's really just what I said casually. Miss Xiaowei, don't think too much. This sentence is just an ordinary sentence."  What¡¯s the artistic conception?  " Yang Ye insisted. The girl stared at him, crystal tears slowly flowing out of her eyes again, with a pitiful look, and said: "Yang Ye, we are already like that, can you even say a word  Are you even unwilling to tell me the truth?" Yang Ye was so distressed that he quickly stood up and wiped her tears, saying anxiously: "I really told the truth. If you want to hear a lie, I will tell you a lie.  .  "The girl didn't believe lies. She was silent for a few breaths, raised her hazy tearful eyes and said, "Then you tell lies.  " Yang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After thinking about it, he had to say: "Okay, I actually heard that sentence from someone else, and I don't know what it means.  " When Sima Xiaowei heard this, she stopped crying immediately. Her eyes were bright and she said, "Who did you hear this from? Where did you hear it?" Yang Ye said helplessly: "What I told is a lie, and you still want it?  Asking? Well, let¡¯s just say it¡¯s a lie. I heard it in the crowd before. As for who it was, I also forgot.  " Unexpectedly, when the girl heard this, her face was filled with surprise and she said: "It must be him, it must be him. The person you met accidentally at that time must be Young Master Yang. I want to go down to find him!" After that, the girl's eyes opened.  With excitement, he turned around and ran outside, but there was still pain between his legs and his posture was a little weird. Yang Ye grabbed her, held the poor girl in his arms, and sat on the chair, smiling bitterly.  He said: "A stupid girl like you, just a stranger, is worthy of you?" Sima Xiaowei was held tightly in his arms, her cheeks were red, but she was docile and did not struggle at all, but her tone was pitiful and pleading.  Said: "Yang Ye, I want to find him, just meet him once.  I swear, I just want to talk to him, I will not go anywhere, and I will never see him again. Can you let me go?" After what happened just now, this gentle girl seemed to have forgotten Yang Ye.  As her husband, she wanted to go out to see Mr. Yang, whom she was obsessed with, but she felt guilty, so she could only blush and beg the young man nervously, hoping that he would agree. Yang Ye listened to her pitiful tone.  , looking at her shameful and timid look, all kinds of love and pity suddenly rose in her heart, and she said softly: "Xiaowei, it's not that I don't let you go see him, it's just that there are so many people down there, even if you go down, you may not be able to find him.  he.  " Sima Xiaowei slowly lowered her head and fell into silence. After a while of silence, the girl bit her lip gently, took the initiative to approach Yang Ye, put her cheek against his chest, and whispered softly: "I saw it.  Come out, Yuxiang cares about you very much, don't tell them what happened tonight.  Let¡¯s not do this in the barracks from now on.  This thing I will also forget.  " "Xiaowei, are you so heartless?" Yang Ye said half-jokingly with a smile in his eyes. The girl forced a smile, stared blankly at the flickering candlelight on the table, and said: "We don't have feelings in the first place, so why do we have any feelings?  Unfeeling.  Yang Ye, you are my first man, I will never forget you.  Don't worry, I won't date other men in front of you.  " Yang Ye gently bit her tender earlobe and said: "Then you mean that behind my back, I will date other men?" The girl's delicate body trembled slightly, her breathing was a little short, and she said: "After all, women want to  Married, what happened tonight was unintentional, and I can't possibly stay with you forever.  " "What if tonight's me is not me, but the Yang Ye you like?" Yang Ye hugged her delicate body tightly and asked close to her ear. The girl's cheeks were hot, and she gasped softly: "It will be the same.  The same, because I know that he will not like me, let alone marry me.  I just want to live quietly and won't pester anyone, so Yang Ye, don't worry.  " Yang Ye sighed secretly in his heart and smiled bitterly at the girl's temper. The girl's heart was beating violently, her delicate body was getting hot, and her breathing was getting faster and faster. She couldn't resist Yang Ye's intimate movements at all, and she couldn't resist.  There was no intention of resisting. Yang Ye bit her ear, kissed her white neck, stroked her smooth and white straight legs, and gradually moved up and into the soft skirt The girl did not resist, gently.  Biting her lips lightly, her eyes were enchanted and graceful.?Muttered lowly and raised his body slightly.  Outside the window, the crowd suddenly became excited.  The woman who presided over the literary meeting reappeared on the second floor of Qingya Pavilion with a few pieces of paper, ready to announce the results of the last test question.  Sima Xiaowei's hair was like a waterfall, swaying gently back and forth, holding back her moans, and said in a trembling voice: "I want to go take a look." Yang Ye did not let her go, but carried her to the window and held her in his arms.  Put it on the ground and stand behind her slender snow-white body, lingering and sniffing the swaying hair.  The girl held her hands on the window sill, her body slightly bowed, her teeth biting her lips tightly, and she looked out the window with fascinated eyes.  At this moment, she suddenly felt that even if that person really appeared now, she didn't seem to have such a strong desire to see his body.  Yes, now she suddenly realized that what she liked was just his works.  There is nothing else.  ¡­(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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