food color and fragrance

Chapter 79
Fang Jingzhi was taken aback by Wen Xiyun's sudden loss of speed.

Seeing her staring at him coldly, although Fang Jingzhi felt displeased, she had her mother's orders, knowing that her cousin was a visitor from Beijing, so she couldn't be too rude.

"Zhu Jiu, go and invite mother, I'll stay."

After Fang Jingzhi said this sentence, Wen Xiyun's face showed a bit of triumph.

Sanskrit was very speechless, she thought about it for a long time, and she didn't show any intentional thoughts or actions towards anyone. As for being so aggressive towards her?

Look at Wen Xiyun's exquisite figure and plump breasts, and look at her skinny matchstick. Does she consider herself as an opponent, is she too high on herself?
The ladies around couldn't help pursing their lips and laughing lowly when they saw what happened to a few people, full of enthusiasm for watching.

It is said to be a stove meeting, but my family has already received news that this stove meeting is a great opportunity for them, women and men of the right age, to catch a few glances at each other before they get married, so as not to know who the other party is when the bridal chamber flowers and candles are uncovered. A few eyebrows and a few eyes, if you don't pay attention, you will faint from fright.

Life is human, and there are some rules that can still be opened and closed...

But now the contest between Wen Xiyun and Fang Gongzi, Yang Huailiu and Zhang Wenqing is obviously very jealous, they are not fools and blind, who can't see it?
But Wen Xiyun is the daughter of a Beijing official, and Yang Huailiu is the little Douding of the Zhima official family. How can there be any comparison between these two people?Why bother?

To Wen Xiyun, she just disliked Yang Huailiu, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was humiliating for her, a Beijing official lady, to have a hard time with the little girl of Qingcheng County's chief secretary's family.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and at this time Zhang Wenqing has already started to grind the paper for the Sanskrit music, fully taking on the role of a book boy.

Wen Xiyun snorted coldly and looked at Fang Jingzhi. Fang Jingzhi had already finished her pen and was watching her write something.

It's not that Fang Jingzhi is fast, but that he is fooling...

Wen Xiyun likes to show off in everything, so he won't wait for Sanskrit to do it first, pick up his pen and think for a while, then wrote a poem on the first day of October.

"In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at Hua Cong, half destined for Taoism and half destined for king."

This is an ancient poem in mourning for his deceased wife. It was written on the first day of October. After Wen Xiyun finished writing it in one stroke, he gently wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, "It reminds me of the song of my ancestors even more. Poetry, an infatuated gentleman, a couple for a lifetime, even if the time is short, what do you want in this life?"

Seeing her shy and beautiful appearance, Fanyin almost vomited!
Didn't she know the last sentence of "one life, one couple", "struggle to teach two places of ecstasy"?

Although Mrs. Fang had a stove-warming meeting and went to the temple to offer incense, the first day of October is also a ghost festival. That's why the so-called "send cold clothes on the first day of October". A love poem in mourning for his dead wife is fine, but if you have such an infatuated husband, you are not afraid of ghosts coming to find her in the middle of the night...

Sanskrit stroked her chest, although she said it was flat and not fleshy at all, but a popular saying in her previous life suddenly popped out of her head, "Big breasts and no brains".

Turning her thoughts back to writing, Sanskrit couldn't help thinking about what to write.

Wen Xiyun has already written a poem, is she going to write a scripture?Fanyin didn't know why, she suddenly didn't want to write in her heart, copying the scriptures to calm her mind, but at this moment, she didn't know how many eyes were looking at her, she really didn't have such a calm and free heart.

Practice is still not enough...

Fanyin murmured in his heart, and the idea of ​​prank was born from this.

Aren't you a couple for life?
I can't write this poem at all for you...

Thinking about it in my heart, Sanskrit did not write the so-called hairpin lowercase script, but the cursive and white script.

"There is a pair of people for a lifetime, and there are two ecstasies in the fight.

Lovesick, but not blind date, who spring is the sky?
The pulp is easy to beg to the Lanqiao, and the medicine becomes the blue sea.

If you visit and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty. "

After finishing the poem, Sanskrit read it carefully before picking up his pen.

Zhang Wenqing has been watching all the time. Although the handwriting of the Sanskrit sound is very sloppy, he has already seen from the first sentence that she is deliberately picking on Wen Xiyun. The sly look in her eyes disappeared, and she smiled slightly after she finished writing. Nodding, "Good word."

Fang Jingzhi had already rushed over, and couldn't help but stare when he saw such a poem written by Fanyin. Obviously, he had also seen the unhappiness in Fanyin's heart.

"How about Mr. Fang? Let's make a comment." Fanyin no longer has so many scruples. It's not that she didn't show Wen Xiyun face. Since seeing her in the morning, Wen Xiyun has been constantly finding fault.

Again and again, no time and time again, now that Wen Xiyun has gone too far, is she going to continue to back down?
The complexity of the human heart lies in oneself, not in the fault of others. Sanskrit considers herself to be mild-tempered, but she is not a fool who can be bullied.

Fang Jingzhi clicked his tongue twice but didn't know what to say, he couldn't help repeating Zhang Wenqing's sentence just now and added a few more words: "It's really a good word!"

"Bring it to me!"

Wen Xiyun stood still, Zhang Wenqing's praise of Yang Huailiu didn't attract her attention, but she saw Fang Jingzhi's face, and after struggling for a long time, she popped out such a sentence, how could she not be curious?
When Fang Jingzhi heard this, she couldn't help looking at Fanyin, who smiled and said, "Since Miss Wen wants to see it, Mr. Fang will take it?"

"Cousin, you'd better come over and have a look. Huai Liu really cooperated with you today. Just now, my cousin just said casually, and Huai Liu wrote down the whole poem. Mother will be very happy when she sees it later!" Fang Jingzhi continued First of all, to give Wen Xiyun a foundation, he was afraid that this cousin would really get angry and make a joke.

If she moved her mother out, she should be concerned about her identity, right?
Wen Xiyun frowned, but he didn't want to come and see by himself, wouldn't that be too flattering to Yang Huailiu?
But Fang Jingzhi's utterance aroused the curiosity of everyone in the room. What kind of poem did Yang Huailiu write to make Mr. Fang say such a thing?
What's more, everyone could see the helplessness and embarrassment on Fang Jingzhi's face.

Some people are willing to come forward to join in the fun, and there are many people who stand up and salute to watch it first. First of all, they are surprised that Yang Huailiu's handwriting is so beautiful and magnificent. Then they read the poem carefully and think of the "cooperation" mentioned by Fang Jingzhi. Snickerd, there was no shortage of words of praise on his face.

"Miss Yang is really good at writing..."

Another good word?

Wen Xiyun couldn't stay still anymore, she got up and walked over to have a look, her face was extremely red immediately, like a burning cloud in the sky!
Isn't she just scolding herself for a pair of yin and yang in the future?Extremely vicious, extremely hateful!
Before Wen Xiyun could get angry, Sanskrit smiled and said: "Just now, sister Wen's heartfelt words reminded Huai Liu of this poem, and she wrote this poem out of emotion. What Mr. Fang said is correct. You won't blame me for cooperating with my sister, right? Huh?"

Sanskrit's provocation was clearly written on his face, Wen Xiyun clenched his fists and wished he could tear up the words, but at this time Zhu Jiuzheng ran in from outside, "The county magistrate and his wife are here!"

(End of this chapter)