The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 656
The newlywed Bo Langjun and his wife were invited by Qiu Zijun to the palace for a spring feast.

It was the first time for Luo Jiaojiao to visit the Imperial Garden of the Chu Palace, and it was an eye-opener.

"Master Qiu moved the peach and crabapple trees from the mountain to his garden?"

Luo Jiaojiao and Bo Langjun wandered in it, sniffing the fragrance of peach blossoms and crabapple flowers and couldn't help being intoxicated and lingering.

"Come up and take a break!"

Luo Jiaojiao jumped onto the tree suddenly, sat on a thick trunk and waved to Bo Langjun.

"Ah!"

Bo Langjun shook his head with a smile, and also jumped up.

"Come on! Sit down!"

Luo Jiaojiao pulled Bo Langjun's sleeve to let him sit beside her.

"Look! How beautiful the sea of ​​flowers is!"

Luo Jiaojiao looked at the stretches of pink peach blossoms and couldn't contain her excitement.But Bo Langjun only has Luo Jiaojiao in his eyes.

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly felt warm at the base of her ears, she couldn't help turning her head to see that Bo Langjun was kissing her earlobe!
"It's not good in broad daylight!"

Luo Jiaojiao shyly pushed Bo Langjun away and jumped off the tree.

Bo Langjun looked down at Luo Jiaojiao who was squatting on the ground picking up petals, took a deep breath, and then fell to her side.

"Look! How beautiful the petals are!"

Luo Jiaojiao stood up and unfolded the tender petals in her hands for Bo Langjun to see.

"Not as beautiful as you!"

Bo Langjun whispered in Luo Jiaojiao's ear.

"someone is coming!"

Luo Jiaojiao's ears moved.She seemed to hear slight footsteps coming this way.

Mr. Bo Lang looked up and saw that it was Liang Kai, Qiu Zijun's personal bodyguard.

"Master invites you two to a banquet!"

Guard Liang saluted Bo Langjun and his wife.

"Let's go!"

Reluctantly, Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao came to a waterside pavilion with the Liang guards.

The sound of silk and bamboo, singing and dancing are in full swing.

Qiu Zijun was surrounded by many famous people and scholars, which made Bo Langjun's expression serious.

The portraits of these people are all on record in his mansion.They are all talented and famous.

It is not easy to invite one person, but there are four people around Qiu Zijun.

They don't want to be officials in the court, but they are all doing things for Qiu Zijun, which can't but make Mr. Bo Lang deeply worried.

Those four people knew Mr. Bo Lang, so they saluted him as usual.

After Bo Langjun and his wife returned the gift, they sat down on the table reserved by Qiu Zijun.

When Luo Jiaojiao saw that Qiu Zijun had changed from his old unrestrained style, and sat down in a decent manner and listened to the teachings of the few people around him, she felt very strange, so she asked Bo Langjun who they were .

Bo Langjun told Luo Jiaojiao that these famous Confucian scholars are all celebrities respected by everyone, and it is really rare to get their assistance and cultivation.

"Master Qiu is amazing!"

Luo Jiaojiao looked enviously at Qiu Zijun and smiled.

"Don't stare at him like that! Others will misunderstand!"

Mr. Bo Lang brought food to Luo Jiaojiao.

"My heart is clear, so why be afraid of rumors!"

Luo Jiaojiao accidentally quoted his father's words.

"You are not afraid, I am afraid!"

Mr. Bo Lang began to think for himself.

"Don't drink so much, listen to what they are saying!"

Luo Jiaojiao was very curious, still looking at Qiu Zijun.

Fortunately, Princess Ji Lian'er is familiar with Luo Jiaojiao and knows her nature well, otherwise she would have to be jealous.

"Do not see evil, do not listen to evil!"

Mr. Bo Lang whispered to Luo Jiaojiao.

"I'm not a gentleman, I'm just a little girl! It doesn't hurt to listen!"

Luo Jiaojiao winked playfully at Bo Langjun.

Mr. Bo Lang had no choice but to leave her alone, and just sipped and drank by himself.

After the banquet was over, Qiu Zijun saw off those famous scholars.

Mr. Bo Lang and Mr. Luo Jiaojiao were about to go back, but they were led by Mr. Qiu Zi to the Huasheng Garden west of the waterside pavilion.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!"

As soon as Luo Jiaojiao entered the garden, she saw a huge peach tree.The branches are covered with peach blossoms in full bloom, which are so bright and pink that people can't take their eyes off them.

Mr. Bo Lang was also deeply shocked!He approached and touched the trunk of the peach tree and sighed:
"Maybe it's been a hundred years!"

"Almost! Just stay here for a few more days!"

"it is good!"

Luo Jiaojiao really liked this place, so she agreed.

Mr. Bo Lang had no choice but to thank Qiu Zijun, and stayed with Luo Jiaojiao in Huasheng Garden.

They strolled in the garden and saw that the attics here were all made of bamboo, which was very elegant.

The pool behind the house is clear, and the fish are looming, or hidden under the rockery in the pool.

There is a small bamboo forest behind the pool, which is green and gratifying.

There is a pavilion in front of the bamboo forest, with bamboo tables, bamboo chairs, and bamboo couches, all of which are exquisitely woven.

Luo Jiaojiao ran to the couch and lay down, feeling very comfortable.She closed her eyes comfortably and immersed herself in the tranquility of this beautiful garden.

Mr. Bo Lang also sat comfortably on the bamboo chair to rest.

The tea set and refreshments brought by Guard Liang.

"Do you know the origin of this garden?"

Bo Langjun opened his eyes and asked softly.

"It seems that there used to be a Taoist nun, and since she left, it has been empty."

Guard Liang also heard what the old man in the palace said, so he didn't know if it was true or not.

"Go down!"

Mr. Bo Lang felt a little tired.

"You have something to tell the guards outside the garden!"

Guard Liang bowed his hands and retreated.

"The Taoist must have a relationship with Master Qiu! Do you think she is an old friend of Master Qiu?"

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

"Fantasy! It's getting late, let's rest!"

Mr. Bo Lang is in the prime of his youth, and he just wants to share the bed with Luo Jiaojiao and play with mandarin ducks.

Luo Jiaojiao went to the bamboo building together with Bo Langjun holding her shoulders with her blushing cheeks.

All the utensils in the building are available.The workmanship of the soft couch, censer, table, piano stand and bookshelf is all exquisite.

"Do you think this nun can practice here?"

Luo Jiaojiao blinked her eyes and asked Bo Langjun.

"childish!"

Bo Langjun nodded Luo Jiaojiao's forehead, and then began to undress.

"Mr. Lang means..."

Luo Jiaojiao was still asking.

"Taoist nun is just covering people's eyes and ears, doing exactly what we want to do!"

Mr. Bo Lang took Luo Jiaojiao into his arms, and kissed them forgetfully.

The silk curtain swayed, the bamboo shadow swayed...

The night covered everything, and there was no sound.

Mr. Bo Lang, who was sleeping soundly, vaguely heard the sound of the flute.At first he thought he was dreaming, but when he opened his eyes, although the sound of the flute was small, it still rang to his ears.

Bo Langjun looked at Luo Jiaojiao in his arms and did not move.But he had already pinched the dart in his left hand from the shirt under the bed.

The flute sound seemed to come from one direction.

"It's that bamboo forest!"

Mr. Bo Lang thought to himself.

"Who is still playing the flute in the bamboo forest at this late hour? Could it be that Taoist nun left and returned?"

The flute was silent until dawn.

Bo Langjun then tucked the dart under the pillow and closed his eyes.

But he couldn't sleep, and the questions in his mind kept circling and lingering.

Luo Jiaojiao fell into a deep sleep, and when she woke up, it was already daylight.

"Are you awake? Get up and wash up! Let's go for a walk in the bamboo forest!"

Mr. Bo Lang wanted to go to the bamboo forest to investigate.

"To the bamboo forest?"

Luo Jiaojiao yawned and sat up in her clothes.

After Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao got dressed, they went to the bamboo forest together.

Water droplets hung on the thin bamboo branches in the bamboo forest, and the dew was heavy, which wet the shoes and socks of the two of them.

Bo Langjun, who never liked getting his shoes and socks wet, didn't seem to notice it at all, he just looked around in the bamboo forest.

"What is Mr. Lang looking for?"

(End of this chapter)