Martial Arts: Opening Awakening

Chapter 215 The Lady of the White Lotus
"Others want it, but you naturally don't need it, my lord."

Linglong's answer also exceeded everyone's expectations.

So, in the eyes of the guests who seemed to want to kill, Jiangnan Shi was led by the maid, and entered Linglong's boudoir one after another with Linglong.

Linglong's room does not have the powdery atmosphere of ordinary women's boudoir.

On the contrary, the arrangement is simple and elegant.

Jiang Nan casually sat on the stool.

"Master Jiang, do you want to drink tea or drink?" Linglong gently sat down opposite Jiangnan.

Jiang Nan was not surprised that Linglong called her last name.

If the oiran hadn't recognized him, how could the hydrangea fall on his head so coincidentally!

"Tea."

"Why don't you drink?" Linglong asked in amazement: "Aren't you talented people very good at wine? Even Li Taibai has the nickname of Jiuxian."

"Drinking can lead to sexual disorder." Jiang Nan replied solemnly.

Linglong was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then burst out laughing with a "poof".

The branches trembled and the water overflowed.

Well, it was the water in the teapot I just held in my hand.

"Come to visit the brothel, and you're afraid of being messed up... Mr. Jiang, you are such a wonderful person!"

Linglong pushed the teacup in front of Jiangnan, restrained her smile, and praised inexplicably.

"Unfortunately, girl, you are a layman."

Jiang Nan sighed softly.

Does not drink tea.

"Young master, what do you mean by that?" Linglong frowned.

"Going to brothels is not necessarily for that! The girl is so prejudiced, why is it good?" Jiang Nan asked.

"Uh... Mr. Jiang is right."

Linglong sighed faintly: "It's probably because Linglong is in the red sleeve trick, and all she sees are impatient men, contaminated with too much vulgarity, thinking that all men in the world are the same, so she misunderstood my son."

"I hope you will forgive me!"

Linglong gave her a blessing, and when she stood up, she pushed the teacup towards Jiangnan.

Jiang Nan picked up the teacup, sniffed it in front of his nose, shook his head and sighed:

"Oh! It's a waste of such good tea to put some messy things in it!"

Linglong's expression changed, and her body tensed instantly.

Seeing Jiangnan, he moved the teacup to his chest again.

A golden snake head protruded from Jiang Nan's bosom, stretched out the snake letter, and sucked it gently in the water, the tea changed color imperceptibly.

Soon, the snake head retracted again, and Jiang Nan put the teacup on the table again.

Linglong withdrew her gaze from the golden-winged flying snake, took a teacup again, poured a new cup of tea, held it in front of Jiangnan with both hands, and sighed: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang is not only unparalleled in literary talent, but also has such a fetish."

As if she suddenly thought of something, Linglong changed her voice: "Not long ago, in the northern brothel, there was a song "The Song of Youth", but it was also made by Mr. Jiang?"

Jiangnan nodded.

Did not deny it.

Copy it and copy it, and you will get used to copying it.

"Wow!" Linglong cheered like a little girl, stood up with a look of admiration and excitement, and said, "I like the phrase 'Qianqiu Beidou, Yao Palace is cold and bitter, not like a couple of gods, a hundred years of rivers and lakes'."

"Young Master Jiang, how can you write such affectionate lines at such a young age?"

"Could it be that you once had an unforgettable love affair, a long-awaited lovesickness..."

The oiran who was poisoning the tea just now turned into an innocent gossip girl again in an instant.

That curious and innocent appearance didn't seem to have the slightest sense of disobedience.

Even, Jiang Nan almost forgot to pursue the responsibility of her poisoning just now.

"Haha. It's all about worrying about writing new words. It's not worth mentioning."

Jiang Nan laughed.

Changing the subject, she said, "It's you, girl, who tried your best to lure me here. I'm afraid it's not just for me to drink a cup of tea with extra ingredients, right?"

"What kind of tea with added ingredients? They just added some good things to calm the nerves in the tea because they saw that the young master is busy in the world, so that the young master can have a good rest." Linglong looked aggrieved.

"Hehe." Jiang Nan sneered.

A woman's mouth is a deceiving ghost, and it is really amazing to be able to describe the poison that makes people immobile.

Seeing that Jiangnan didn't eat this set, Linglong brushed her messy hair on her forehead, and said angrily:

"Okay, okay! Let me tell the truth. I just admire Mr. Jiang's literary talents, and I want to ask Mr. Jiang to write such a good poem for him, but I am afraid that Mr. Jiang will not agree, so I have no choice but to make such a bad plan..."

"Thinking, if you can take the opportunity to do something good with Mr. Jiang when Mr. Jiang is resting after drinking tea. Mr. Jiang will naturally not refuse."

Linglong's voice was shy, and when she said it, the capital almost fell to her chest.

The white beaded gauze hung down, revealing half of her innocent side face.

Following the parts touched by the beaded yarn, Jiang Nan unexpectedly discovered that this oiran's career is still quite large.
His eyes lit up, and he blurted out: "Is there such a good thing? You should have said it earlier! Copying...writing poems is not easy. Girl, please just make a proposition."

Although Linglong was a little embarrassed by Jiangnan's scorching gaze, as if she was a different person suddenly, she still raised her head in surprise: "Is it really possible?"

"nature."

"Okay." Linglong gathered herself together and smiled slyly: "Young Master Jiang has made two excellent works with the title of 'Jiangnan' before. I wonder if you can make a third one?"

"Actually, I've 'written' three songs, and there is another song "Jiangnan Hao", but you don't know it."

Of course, Jiang Nan just slandered and didn't say this sentence.

In the dynasties with the most prosperous literary style in the previous life, there were not too many classic poems with the theme of "Jiangnan".

No need to haggle.

Since it's "Red Sleeve Tricks", it's natural to take a song that fits the occasion, and shock the little girl on the other side.

"listen!"

The only one in the south of the Yangtze River groaned, and immediately stood up, as if he had already made up his mind, and slowly chanted:
"Now I recall Jiangnan music,

At that time, the spring shirt was thin when I was young.

Riding on a leaning bridge,
Full of red sleeves tricks.

Cuiping Golden Buckling,
Drunk into the flowers.

See the flowering branches at this time,
The white head vowed not to return. "

At some point, Linglong, who covered her face with beaded gauze, also stood up, looking at Jiangnan who was composing poems at her fingertips, she was completely bewildered.

The spring shirts are bright, the red sleeves are warm, the screens are bent and golden, and the flowers are drunk.

Moreover, this is just a hypothesis!
How youthful and flamboyant once, how lonely and desolate in the end!

Comparing the present and the past, who can not make waves? !

Linglong asked Jiangnan to compose the poem on the spot, originally with the idea of ​​verifying whether Jiangnan was the real author of the previous two masterpieces, because the information she received was incomplete.

Who knows-

Jiang Nan gave her such a shock!
Qinglian Sword Immortal in the legendary "Hundred Poems of Fighting Wine" probably has such a demeanor!
"girl!"

It wasn't until Jiang Nan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Linglong's eyes that the bewildered oiran came back to his senses, and wiped the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

The voice changed and he sincerely praised: "Young master is a great talent!"

"It's drizzle!" Jiang Nan waved his hands lightly.

"I have a pot of daughter red that I have collected for many years, Mr. Jiang, would you like to drink with Linglong?"

For some reason, when Linglong said this, her voice suddenly became much quieter.

Even the gaze became shy.

"You want to cook cooked rice with me!"

Jiang Nan sighed softly.

Linglong was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered what Jiangnan said earlier, "It's easy to have sex after drinking".He spat lightly in his heart, but he pretended to be strong and said: "Could it be that Mr. Jiang is unwilling?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm afraid!" Jiang Nan sighed again.

"What are you afraid of?"

Linglong stared at Jiangnan and followed closely.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to pay the betrothal gift, your parents disagree."

Jiang Nan looks sad, like a idiot who loves deeply but is about to be beaten by a mandarin duck because he can't afford the exorbitant gift from his mother-in-law.

Linglong's face changed slightly, and she wanted to pretend to be confused.

Jiang Nan reached out and grabbed her by the throat.

Putting her mouth close to Linglong's ear, she whispered softly:
"I'm curious, is the Holy Mother of the White Lotus also in the state of concentration?"

(End of this chapter)