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Chapter 169 Chapter 160 Nine: Broken Branches

How about a third time?
Hearing what she said, Ying Yan couldn't help being stunned, and looked at Lu Ziyu with a little confusion.

The third time, there are no rules.

Whoever writes the most poems wins.

Looking at the tenderness of the crabapple in the dock, Yingyan's heart beat slightly, she didn't know if she could win this round.Rao is very talented, but how many poems can she write in this short period of time?
If she didn't dare to respond, wouldn't the fact that she slandered the little bitch of the Lu family for copying her poem just now be just like absurd rumors, self-defeating?

Yingyan was caught in a dilemma, and the hazy mist surrounded her.In front of her, it may be a flat and long bluestone road, or a narrow plank road with rugged mountains.She couldn't see, couldn't see clearly.

Two roads, life or death!
Only non-refundable.

Everyone's scrutinizing eyes lingered on Yingyan and Lu's fourth mother, they didn't look like they were jokingly smiling, but instead frowned, as if they were making a difficult decision.

At this moment, Yingyan was like a sharp arrow on a bowstring.The arrow has to be launched, and things have to be done first.

What's more, her vanity of being arrogant and arrogant will insist on it so that it will not retreat!

"Okay, I'll compare with you." Ying Yan's eyes were fierce, and he sneered and said, "But there are conditions!"

"The princess said it's okay."

"You do it first."

Ying Yan stood among the top chiefs, her body was obviously half taller than Lu Ziyu's, but her aura seemed cautious.

Lu Ziyu pursed his lips and smiled lively, as if he was doing what she wanted, "Okay."

The voice curled up softly, like a lingering spring breeze falling on everyone's ears.

Seeing her willingness to agree, Yingyan gradually became suspicious.Could it be that this fourth mother of the Lu family has another move?After thinking about it, I felt wrong again. The third round of the competition was to express one's feelings freely, and whoever wrote more poems would be considered the winner!
Ying Yan calmed down and began to calculate silently.

She asked the lady of the Lu family to compose poems first, just for one purpose.Can spare some time!
As long as you give yourself more time, writing four or five poems will never be a problem.She still doesn't believe it, that little bitch from the Lu family is really talented, can write more than seven or eight poems?
Thinking about it carefully, Ying Yan's gloomy brow knot slightly unfurled.

With a raised jaw, he said with a clear face, "Since this is the case, please don't let this wonderful situation go to waste, Madam Lu, please write poems and lyrics."

Seeing Yingyan's temperament change so quickly, Lu Ziyu raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was a trace of chill on his lips.

She shook her cloud sleeves, and said in a languid voice, "Bring the wine."

The young servant was startled, glanced at the stunning beauty, not knowing whether he should listen to this order or not.Frowning in a hurry, he hurried to see his master's expression.

Yingqi's brows were teasing, and he nodded invisibly, tacitly agreeing to the request of the lady of the Lu family.

At the Peach Blossom Banquet, there was originally wine to add to the fun.It's just that the wine can only be removed after three rounds of competitions, but the beauty has a request, how can he not agree?
Thinking about it, Begonia is also delicate and charming when drunk.

When Ying Su heard that her own lady was asking for a drink, she wanted to stop her immediately.How could he be willing to share that drunk and innocent appearance with others?

Before he could make a sound to stop it, Jiao Niang said softly, "Alcohol can add to the fun, Si Niang usually needs to drink when composing poems."

These words seemed to be explained to everyone, but only Ying Su knew that those silly words were addressed to herself.

That's all, follow her.

After a while, the boys brought in the three big altars of peach blossom wine.The mud seal was cut open, and the rich and faint aroma of wine, mixed with the tender fragrance of peaches, fluttered in front of everyone's breath.

The boy took out a small red-glazed wine jar from nowhere.

The wine grapes filled the small red-glazed wine jar before handing it over to the Lu family's wife.

Lu Ziyu sniffed lightly, and said casually, "Wine is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated, flowers are not charming, and people are intoxicated."

Everyone was amazed and couldn't help but want to applaud.

Before she could stretch her hands out of her sleeves, she saw Begonia's clothes fluttering again, walking towards a peach blossom tree not far away.

"Could it be that the lady of the Lu family got drunk from the wine? She wanted to escape before the competition?" The voice was not Yingyan's, but Wang Ruofou's.

She didn't know why today, and she talked very little.

If you don't talk about it, let it go, it will be amazing if you say it.

Could it be that the lady of the Lu family really couldn't do it, and she pretended to use the wine to refuse this competition?

Lu Ziyu stopped in front of a peach tree, gently broke off a peach branch with his jade fingers, and plucked off the petals on it.

She turned back slowly and said with a smile, "What's the hurry, Si Niang is just looking for someone who is convenient."

Ying Yan stared at the flower branch in her hand, and said with a sarcasm, "Si Niangzi, please understand clearly, what we are comparing is poetry, not painting!"

The timidity in her heart just now has gradually dissipated.

Just as she wanted to continue humiliating that little bitch, she slowly raised her cloud sleeve and put the mahogany branch to her lips.

There is still a touch of crimson on the branches.

The red lips parted slightly, and rolled the shy bud into Tan's mouth.

Lightly picked, fragrant.

The spectators are crazy and stupid.

The lady of the Lu family actually... actually ate that peach petal?

Could it be that she was really drunk?

The heart trembled, and the spirit fluttered.

Look again, the beauty's jade arms are raised above her head like a lotus root, her fingertips pinch the mouth of the red-glazed wine jar and pour it towards her lips.

Cloudy and warm.

The whole of Taohuawu became half bright, half charming, half demon, and half fairy because of her alone.

The unrestrained romanticism made all the gentlemen deeply envious, and the lazy and enchanting charm made all the ladies dejected.

Taohuawu, because of her, Lu Siniang, is alive, drunk, vivid and lingering like a dream.

The wine splashed on her lips, jade neck, skirt, and skirt.It is filled with intoxicating peach blossom fragrance.

Lu Ziyu gently dropped his sleeves, looking at the dumbfounded faces in front of him, he couldn't help laughing.

Are you stunned?
But pretending to be crazy and foolish is also put on, so the next play should be sung well for everyone to listen to.

With winking eyes and half-closed obsessed with drunkenness, he quietly looked up at the pale little face on his head.

Princess?Ah!

Even if it's a princess, if you want to humiliate her and bully her, then don't blame others.

The waist is graceful, and the peach branch in the palm is holding a flower in the air, and it comes out sharply, trying to become a sword.

"Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming back to the battalion of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles away, the subordinates are roasted." The poem started, and the steps followed closely.

The peach branches break through the sky, graceful as a dragon swimming.

This. This is, the dance of swords becomes poetry!
The sword does not stop, the poem does not stop.

But for a long time, the poem has been half-recited.Everyone didn't dare to savor the details, they all rolled up their sleeves and dipped their ink to see how many songs this lady from the Lu family can compose.

Some sons and brothers' inkstones had dried up, and before they had time to draw water and ink, they secretly spit a few mouthfuls, dipped their pens and wrote down the characters.

The voice of the woman in the dock became more and more heroic, "The horse made Lu Feikuai, and the bow was like a thunderbolt."

The sorrow and frustration are heart-wrenching.

Once the peach branch is split, it is really cold as a sword.Splitting a piece of gold in troubled times, splitting a life of poor career.

The sound breaks, the sad words are desolate, and a poem falls.

But the sword has not stopped, Haitangjiao is still dependent on each other step by step
　The cubs who go to school study hard and make progress every day! !My son is waiting for you to come back ~ biubiubiu!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)