Chapter 80: Mandarin duck cross neck

Yan Yu played a poem solitaire with a few women, and the rhyme they rhymed is Qiyangyun.
Wang Yuzhen started with a sentence: "Liu Lvcui makes a pile,"
A woman in a green shirt smiled and said, "Li Xue turned white waves. Chang Xian Renjianchun,"
Su Wanxiang's Liu eyebrows lightly raised, and then with a chuckle: "Mo Ruzhu Yulang. Returning to the younger generation," she finished chanting and looked at Yan Yu faintly.
Yan Yu looked at Su Wanxiang with a smile, and praised this wonderful sentence. There was a gentle light flowing in his long eyes. He slowly said: "The clothes are with wind and dust. How about wandering?"
Wang Yuzhen's brows condensed, and she was about to take this sentence. Su Wanxiang had already taken the lead: "Heart An is my hometown. Amidst the Rain, Zhu Xianqie," Yin finished looking proudly at Yan Yu.
Wang Yuzhen and several other women looked at each other, knowing that Su Wanxiang and Yan Yu were on the bargain. Although they were slightly unhappy, since the last Yuan Festival fireworks showed their affection, no one in Beijing knew that Yan Yu loved Su Wanxiang, so they laughed at them.
"That's okay, Banxiang deserves to be a well-known talented woman in Li Jing." Yan Yu crouched on the chair, the light in his eyes lazily like a cat, looking very confusing. He knocked on the table, and several other women roared: "Is it because the prince can't answer this sentence? Pick it up quickly, or you will be fined."
"Don't worry, don't worry," Yan Yu smiled slightly, and said with the same eyebrows, "I have it. The wind and the moon and the drum are the shang. Mu Chan is in the evening,"
The other women stopped picking up, just looking at Su Wanxiang to see how she picked up. Su Wanxiang narrowed her eyes and smiled, pacing lightly by the table for two steps, raising her eyes and smiling, "The bright moon shed cold light. Walk alone in the pond,"
Yan Yu smiled faintly, his eyes bright, it seemed that the better Su Wanxiang's poems, the happier he would be. His eyes met her shining clear eyes, frowning: "Oh, this sentence... is so difficult to answer. Let this king think about it."
There was a burst of laughter, and Wang Yuzhen smiled and filled the wine glass in front of Yan Yu. "The prince is convinced that this time I lost. The poems of Wanxiang are famous in Beijing, and they can be called immortals of poetry!"
Yan Yu repeatedly said yes, picking up his drink and drank it.
The girls shouted: "Master, it's time for the hairpin." They said that they picked a rouge flower from the rouge vine, and they were about to mount it for Yan Yu.
"Wait a minute!" Diao Chan, one of the four beauties who had been standing behind Yan Yu, chuckled lightly, "Hairpins are fine, but our prince loses to Miss Su, so Miss Su will be the prince no matter what. The flower on the hairpin is compliant, right or wrong."
The excitement here caused the people in the flower hall to look over. When they understood what was going on, a few troublesome people screamed: "Yes, whoever loses it will have to get the hairpin. This It's the rule of the liquor order. Everyone knows that the liquor order is like a military order, but the rules cannot be broken."
"That's right! The prince's flower really deserves Miss Su to come to the hairpin!" someone said with a smile.
Qin Jiu and Shang Chuchu walked slowly to a table and sat down, watching the excitement with cold eyes. Qin Jiu had only heard about Su Wanxiang's poems before, but he finally saw it with his own eyes. It is indeed agile, and the poems are all good. She looked around for a week, but Yan Su was not seen in the flower hall. She remembered that on the first night at Lijing, Su Wanxiang was invited by Yan Su to go to Tianmen Street to see the lanterns. Since Liu Laishun was rescued by Yan Yu, she has treated Yan Yu very differently.
Su Wanxiang flushed with everyone's instigation, gave Yan Yu an angrily, reached out to take the carmine flower in Wang Yuzhen's hand, walked to Yan Yu, and whispered, "Master, offended!"
Yan Yu looked at Su Wanxiang with a faint smile. He raised his eyebrows and said, "My king, I can't ask for it."
Su Wanxiang bit her lower lip lightly and raised her hand, Qiuxiang's wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a white wrist. She raised her hand and moved the rouge flower to Yan Yu's hairpin.
"What's the trouble?" Su Wan Xiangyu's hand trembled slightly as a clear voice came.
Qin Jiu's voice was very familiar, and it was Wang Yan Su of Anling.
Yan Su likes Su Wanxiang, and everyone here knows it. At this moment, his voice came, and the atmosphere in the flower hall changed instantly. The noise of laughter and roaring stopped instantly. A man waving his arms froze in the air. Wang Yuzhen and several women were pale and hung down. The head sat silently beside the other table.
At Yan Yu's table, there were only Yan Yu and his four beauties, as well as Su Wanxiang who was in the hairpin.
Anling Wang Yan Su walked around the mahogany pillars covered with carmine vines and stepped into the flower hall. Following him were Kangyang Wang Yanmin and his counselor Li Yunxiao.
Yan Su wore a white moiré gown that was particularly dazzling in the spring sun. His handsome face was condensed, his long eyebrows frowned slightly, and his gaze flicked over Su Wanxiang's hand as if covered with a layer of frost. He approached with a smile, his lips twitched, and asked: "Uncle Qi, is this composing a poem? Could it be that Uncle Qi lost?"
Yan Yu repaired his eyebrows and flew into the temple, smiling and saying, "Yes, so Wanxiang is hairpins for me."
Su Wanxiang glanced at Yan Su faintly. Although her face was a little pale, her expression was calm. She approached Yan Yu and continued the movement just now, trying to lift the rouge flower hairpin in her hand. Yan Su smiled calmly, raised his hand to hold Su Wanxiang's wrist, smiled and took the rouge flower in her hand, and said slowly: "Miss Su's poems are so good, why don't you join me? "
There was no other meaning in these words, but the tone was unspeakably sour. It was obvious that the vinegar tank was overturned. Yan Min echoed: "Yes, what is interesting about Uncle Qi and Miss Su, why don't we play together."
Yan Yu snorted lightly, held up the wine cup, smiled at the corners of his lips, and said lightly: "I'm not interested anymore, just play if you like!"
Su Wanxiang turned around slowly, fixed his gaze on Yan Su, frowning and said: "Your Highness is going to compete with Wanxiang? So come! If Wanxiang is lucky enough to win, please don't interfere with Wanxiang."
A trace of pain flashed in Yan Su's dark eyes, and before he could answer, Su Wanxiang had already spoken: "Yan Yu Yingmingyue, your Highness will take the rhyme."
Yan Su stared at Su Wanxiang with scorching eyes, condensed his eyebrows, and slowly continued: "The wind moves the wicker in a mess. The rain closes and the wind disappears.
Su Wanxiang's eyes flickered slightly, and then said, "Leave a cloud. I once wished a thousand times,"
Yan Su: "I don't know when it will appear? The fragrant grass grows wide,"
Qin Jiu frowned and looked at the joint sentences between Yan Su and Su Wanxiang, but in an instant, he had already picked up dozens of sentences. She stared at Yan Su's handsome face and the bright and complex light in her eyes, her heart palpitated and she suddenly couldn't breathe.
This situation and this scene are familiar to you.
Gradually, there was a little blur in front of him, and the two people who had come and went to the poem seemed to have replaced her and Yan Su.
That day, Yan Su kicked her into the painting lake because she refused to accept Bai Suxuan as a female shanghai. When I met her again on the next day, he found that she was the woman he met in Jinghua Waters. Since then, he has often come to look for her intentionally or unintentionally.
At that time, she said proudly: "Aren't you very dissatisfied with the official, then we come to the poem, if you lose, the farther away from the official, the better! How?"
The two of them are like this. You and I have been fighting so much that the rhyme of "Er Xiao" is almost used up.
Who won in the end? It seems to be her. However, even though he lost, he didn't roll as far as he had promised at the beginning. Instead, he tried to find her more often.
"Jiuye, the slave suddenly realized that Miss Su is very similar to you before." Loquat whispered over her ears.
Qin Jiu turned around and saw that loquat had come back for some time, standing behind her. She frowned and asked softly: "What are you talking about? Like me? Where is it?"
Loquat frowned and said softly: "I can't tell you, the body is not like it, thinner than you used to be, and still sick. It doesn't look like it, but the strength of the poem just now is very similar to you. The minion will look closely now, I feel that her eyes are three-thirds similar to the previous you."
Like her?
Qin Jiu stared at Su Wanxiang, looking at her like a charm.
When Loquat said so, she really felt a little like her before.
Somewhat like her indeed! But the resemblance is not the appearance, but the style of charm and appearance.
Is it like her? For some reason, Qin Jiu felt extremely uncomfortable, as if swallowing a fly suddenly, feeling sick and angry.
Yan Su said that he had never liked her before. Could it be that Yan Su was close to her just because she resembled Su Wanxiang? Ha ha, Qin Jiu wanted to laugh.
"The green mountains are far away from the clouds. The pond is clear on the moonlit night," Su Wanxiang said delicately.
"Mandarin ducks cross their necks and sleep...." Yan Su heard about the pond without thinking.
"Yuanyang, you...you..." Su Wanxiang's face suddenly reddened, and pointed to Yan Su, "His Royal Highness, this kind of verse can't be said by you." He stomped and turned away.
Yan Su stood still, staring blankly at Su Wanxiang's figure curling away like a weak Liu Fufeng.
Mandarin ducks, he said mandarin ducks.
In my memory, the mandarin duck brocade that she had woven before she was burnt, filled her with blood.
Suddenly Qin Jiu couldn't help but laughed "chicks", his eyes curled up, and the tails of his eyes turned upward.
When Yan Su looked back, he saw Qin Jiu's smile, which came with an extremely charming color mixed with the fragrance of rouge flowers, which made him feel stagnant.
"What are you laughing at?" Yan Su asked coldly.
"The moonlight in the pond is clear, the mandarin ducks are sleeping together. Would your Highness actually like mandarin ducks? You know, mandarin ducks are the most useless bird. There is only one thing. It is said that if one dies, the other cannot survive. It is really useless. Life is more comfortable. If your partner is gone, just find another one. There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, right? Your Royal Highness would like this kind of stupid bird, I guess King Yan doesn’t like mandarin ducks." Qin Jiu faintly He glanced at Yan Su, but said to Yan Yu.
Yan Yu looked at Qin Jiu with a smile, frowning his eyebrows, and said leisurely: "Nine masters who know me, this king likes eagles."