Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 166
Lu Ziyu put down the teacup in his hand, and said to Shi Yi with great interest.

Her eyebrows are different from the usual charming posture, this time, there is a coldness hidden in the charm.

Although she covered it up very well, Ke Yingsu still really felt it.

His sweet girl is angry!

Before everyone could think about it, Lu Ziyu hooked his lips and asked Shi Yi again, "Young Master Shi, do you dare to answer?"

Silky Rao Rao, a knife hidden in a smile.

Shi Yi was taken aback by the person in front of him, even though he didn't want to admit that she was alluring, his trembling heart still beat violently.

Seeing this, Ying Qi tilted his head and smiled at the people beside him, "Ninth Emperor Brother, does that son of the historian also have a crush on Mrs. Lu?"

"Also?" Ying Su focused on the point.

"Hey! It's just a joke, why do you take it seriously?" Ying Qi waved his hands and smiled smartly.

He thought of something later, rubbed his chin and laughed, "However, the beauty of the Lu family's lady is so beautiful that people can't help but think it's forbidden."

The veins in Ying Su's arms popped out, and the wind in his eyes suddenly pierced like an arrow.

After a while, he said blankly, "You dare to touch her!"

Ying Qi is crazy, so he doesn't take his words to heart.

As long as it's what he thinks, why doesn't he dare to do it?
Ying Yan didn't pay attention to the turbulent energy around the two imperial brothers, she focused on looking at Shi Yi, wishing that this great scholar of literature would give her a good slap in the face of that little bitch of the Lu family in the future.

"Mr. Shi, respond quickly." Ying Yan urgently urged.

This poem of war vigor is the most difficult to compose, it is easier for men, but if a woman recites it, it is impossible to express that bloody enthusiasm.

Yingyan herself is not sure that she can compose a good-looking war poem, let alone believe that the delicate lady of the Lu family can compose it.

Let her be a ghost!
She stopped playing this trick of hitting a swollen face to pretend to be fat ten years ago.

Shi Yi heard someone calling him, and turned around in a daze to look for him.

This look of losing their souls makes people laugh, if not for the presence of the Ninth Prince, they would have been staggering with laughter
Shi Yixuan steadied his steps and collected himself. He didn't dare to look at Lu Ziyu directly, so he could only look sideways with the corners of his eyes, "You want to compete with me in poetry?"

He stuttered a little nervously, but seeing Princess Yingyan staring at him, he had to suppress the confusion in his heart.

Lu Ziyu took two steps forward and said casually, "Why not?"

Shi Yi laughed loudly, "You are a woman!"

He blurted out the words.

The women at the opposite table were a little unhappy when they heard this. What does it mean to be "a woman"?
Could it be that Shi Yi was born by his father?Or pop out of a rock?
The small face that should have been bright and picturesque was staring at Shi Yi with frowns and angry cheeks.

Not only the daughter's family, but even the sons and brothers who watched the excitement were not happy to hear his slightly sarcastic words.

Shi Yi blushed embarrassingly, and was about to argue, but Lu Ziyu asked him with a smile, "Could it be that the princess is a gentleman?"

The contempt in her eyes became more and more obvious, "You asked the princess for a poem, but you laughed at me as a woman? It seems that Mr. Shijia regards the princess as a shirtless brother!"

At any rate, the historian is also a Qingliu lintel, and because the old man Shi has been the tutor of a pilgrim, the historian has his eyes on the top, and he always writes poems and inscriptions to imply the family's dignitary.

Shi Yi can be regarded as an elegant scholar after all. Hearing this Lu family lady's humiliation, he immediately turned cold, "Your poems? How can your clichés be compared with the princess?"

Ying Yan was overjoyed, and sat down again with a suppressed smile.

She had to enjoy this scene well.

Lu Ziyu covered his lips with a sarcastic smile, "Master Shi, your poems are clichés!"

"Bold, my ancestors"

"I know, I know. Your ancestors were the tutors of saints."

"The lintel of my house."

"The lintel of your house is the mansion of great Confucianism!"

"Then you still dare to speak nonsense?"

Everyone in Taohuawu looked at the two talking, and many of them broke into a cold sweat for the lady of the Lu family.

How dare she confront Shi Taifu's grandson face to face?Even with the Ninth Prince taking care of her, she can't be so unscrupulous, right?

Ying Su's palms rubbing the sandalwood beads were also sweating gradually. He didn't know why his young lady wanted to be serious with Shi Yi.

If you really lose
A soft gaze came towards him gently.

At the bottom of the eyes is a lonely boat skimming the sea, calm and unhurried.

Ying Su smiled helplessly, forget it, let her be happy.

Even if she loses, she still has her backing up.

Lu Ziyu flicked his sleeves neatly, his aura gradually changed.

It is the majesty of flower buds in full bloom; it is the vastness of sparks starting a prairie fire;

She looked at Shi Yi with pity, "Listen up."

The entire Taohuawu was surprisingly quiet.

They are waiting, waiting for that begonia's beauty to seduce everyone.

Shi Yi stared blankly at the person in front of him, except for his clothes being blown by the wind, he didn't move at all.

It turns out that the aura surging on a woman's body can also be as heroic as a brook wind.

"It's hard work, and there are few stars around." The voice is as clear as the moon, and the clank and pride can be heard.

From the first line of the poem, others are already shocked.

The sons and daughters took pens and wrote quickly, and hurriedly dropped the first sentence on the paper.

They were overjoyed, looking forward to the fourth wife of Lu's family to say the next sentence quickly.

"Mountains and rivers are broken and the wind blows catkins, and we are born with duckweed and rain beating weeds." Lu Ziyu said leisurely, with a handful of sadness in his charming eyes.

At that time, her second elder brother was in Beisai, with no one to rely on.It's not like that duckweed is involuntary, lonely and withered.

Listening to the first two poems, many children's eyes are moistened.

His family and country are in trouble, and his official career is not going well.This is their lifetime fetters, just thinking about it, it's like a bluestone slab is pressed against their chests.

Thick and soggy.While it was hard to breathe, it was also powerless to push it away.

After hearing the first two verses, Ying Su's mood was drawn.In front of him, there seemed to be a scroll of wasted time unfolding, which was both vivid and fragile.

"The fearful beachhead speaks of fear, and the lonely ocean sighs alone." This sentence is even more sad.

The family and the country are not only drifting away, but the road to rescue is also full of dangers and difficulties.

It was like falling into a muddy swamp, sinking again and again, overturning deeply.

After hearing this line of the poem, many sons who were sitting on the seats copying this poem fell crystal clear on the white silk paper.

The scorching heat that fills the eyes sprinkles on the pen and ink.The black ink was faded away, and the dizziness became a half-life desolation.

The daughters have already covered their faces and cried.They were living in deep boudoirs, they had never thought about that kind of situation, and they didn't want to think about it!

Ying Su looked at the woman who had taken off her coquettish clothes, like a cloud that couldn't catch her, like a fog that couldn't see through her.

His heart, which was as stubborn as a rock, clamored for fear of losing her.

It turns out that she is not only Yan.

It's even more bandit!
Free and easy, dripping.

When Lu Ziyu turned around for the last time, ripples appeared on the hem of his skirt.

She looked at Shi Yi without sadness or joy.Like an interpreter in an ancient temple, he can see through the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, the lakes and rivers, the mountains, flowers, seas and trees, and the separation of life and death.

Suddenly, the vermilion lips twitched.

She laughed, smiling sadly and emotionally.

Laugh at his sleeves obsessed with fame and fortune, laugh at his mediocrity and self-proclaimed talent and spirit.

Shi Yi looked at those mocking beautiful eyes, he was afraid, he was afraid that the name of the century-old scholar of the historian would be ruined in his own hands!

This woman is eating herself bit by bit.

She is a demon. Is a demon.

"Plop." Shi Yi just knelt on the ground in a daze, as if possessed by a demon.

Lu Ziyu lowered his eyes, and softly said the last sentence, "In life, no one has died since ancient times, so keep your loyal heart to reflect the history!"

She spoke the last three words very slowly, but everyone in Taohuawu could hear them clearly.

In the last sentence, the mood suddenly reversed.Although the game has not been broken, but the heart is as firm as a vine, endlessly, with a sincere heart.

Taohuawu is not like the previous years of drinking and having fun, it is full of lyricism.

Right now, except for a group of people who are mourning, together with the dome of Yanshan Mountain and Qinghe Mingxi, there is a trace of desolation.

Lift your eyes and look at the Lu family lady again.I saw her standing in the dock, like a peach blossom fairy, yin and yang at first glance
　I racked my brains to write! ! !
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(End of this chapter)