Qiu Ju didn't seem to be good at talking, while Zhao Yuan only answered questions, making the atmosphere a bit depressing.
"Aunt Nine."
"Miss." The young woman waiting on the side bowed slightly.
"You go back and rest." Qiu Ju said calmly.
"Miss..." The young woman was stunned.
"Go ahead."
"Yes, miss."
The young woman frowned and glanced at Zhao Yuan, then exited the room and closed the door.
After the girl left, there was no sound of clinking cups and cups in the room, and it became increasingly quiet, giving people a suffocating feeling.
"Miss Qiu Ju, it's getting late. You should go back to bed early. Although I, Zhao, am a prodigal, I am not used to sleeping with strange women." Zhao Yuan broke the silence with a wry smile.
"Ah... who wants to sleep with you?" The girl looked at Zhao Yuan in surprise.
"Aren't you here to sleep with me?"
"Pfft..." The girl covered her mouth and smiled.
With this smile, the whole room seemed to have suddenly arrived in spring, with flowers blooming.
"Young lady came here late at night, what's the matter?" Looking at that charming smile, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but feel distracted, and forced himself to restrain himself.
"It's okay, I just came to see the talented scholar who is famous in Jucheng, the northern capital, and want to have a chat with the talented scholar Bingzhuye." Qiu Ju said with a smile.
"Girl, have you ever eaten eggs?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"Ah...have eaten." Qiu Ju was stunned by Zhao Yuan's sudden question.
"Is it tasty?"
"well enough."
"Then are you interested in chickens that lay eggs?"
"Ahem..."
The girl coughed first, and then started to giggle, making her branches quiver with laughter.
"I'm afraid the girl will be disappointed when she sees me, a chicken that lays eggs." Zhao Yuan sighed.
"Fortunately, I'm not very disappointed, it's almost as expected."
"Zhao is very curious, what does Zhao look like in the girl's imagination?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
"She is charming, talented, talented, and speaks well..." The girl smiled softly.
"What now?"
"It's okay, just so-so, but it's very interesting."
"Thank you for the compliment." Zhao Yuan was a little depressed.
"Mr. Zhao's calligraphy is very good." The girl stood up, walked to the desk with her light and graceful body, and looked at the words on it. "Thank you."
The girl was flipping through Zhao Yuan's works, and the two of them chatted about each other.
Zhao Yuan had a wonderful feeling. He found that this girl had a very rare aura in her movements and gestures. In that aura, there was also an imperceptible indifference, which made people feel distant.
Outside indifference.
This Ten Thousand Flowers Tower is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, and a woman from a brothel is actually graceful and noble, with the style of everyone.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of Baihua Tower.
What is the state of that famous Baihua Tower?
Back then, Zhao Yuan also visited Baihua Building. However, at that time, Zhao Yuan was still young, inexperienced, and did not know how to appreciate. In his impression, Baihua Building was a bit vague, and it seemed that apart from its antique look, it had no characteristics.
.
Now that I think about it, the woman in Baihualou is the key.
The Wanhua Building in Jucheng, the northern capital, has such a magnificent atmosphere, and there is a woman with such extraordinary temperament as Qiu Ju. I think the Baihua Building is even better.
Inexplicably, Zhao Yuan was full of longing for the trip to the imperial capital.
"Young Master, are you interested?" The girl looked up and saw Zhao Yuan looking thoughtful.
"Haha, beautiful women are always a little distracted when they are in front of them."
"Really? I don't think the young master even glanced at Qiu Ju." Qiu Ju smiled slightly.
"When you smile, you look like someone I know, but I can't remember who it is." Zhao Yuan always felt a sense of déjà vu when he looked at that smile.
"I must have said this to many women, right?" Qiu Ju smiled.
"Ahem..."
"It's late. I have to go back to sleep. Otherwise, Aunt Jiu will come to rush me later." Seeing Zhao Yuan's embarrassed look, Qiu Ju smiled calmly.
"You won't accompany me?"
Qiu Ju did not answer Zhao Yuan's words, but she couldn't help but giggle. The laughter was extremely sweet, like the sound of nature, and Zhao Yuan was immediately inspired by it, with a dull expression on her face.
Looking at those teasing eyes, Zhao Yuan, who had a face as thick as a city wall, felt hot.
"Qiu Ju admires the young master's talent very much. We don't know what year or month we will meet in the future. I wonder if the young master can give Qiu Ju a poem?" Qiu Ju sat down slowly and looked at Zhao Yuan with a pair of clear eyes.
Zhao Yuan looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.
He suddenly discovered that this girl, every word and action, actually controlled the rhythm of the two people's communication. It was like he was being led by her. Zhao Yuan hated this feeling.
"Is there a problem?" The girl was stunned by Zhao Yuan's gaze and frowned.
"If you are willing to stay and accompany me to Wushan Yunyu, I will write." Zhao Yuan laughed.
"The women in Wanhua Tower all say that you are not a womanizer, why did you change your mind?" The girl's face showed a hint of blush, but she still maintained her dignity and said calmly.
"Miss Qiu Ju is wrong. Although Mr. Zhao is not a villain, he is not a gentleman who sits still. If there is a girl who makes Mr. Zhao's heart beat, Mr. Zhao will change his mind at any time. For example, now, Mr. Zhao
People are impressed by Miss Qiu Ju and are willing to fall under Miss Qiu Ju's pomegranate skirt." Zhao Yuan talked eloquently.
"You seem to have suddenly changed." The girl looked at Zhao Yuan's face that was full of masculine charm. This face was very reserved at first, but now it gives off a masculine look.
"Miss Qiu Ju, do you agree?" Zhao Yuan walked up to the girl, his eyes full of endless aggression.
"That depends on whether what you wrote makes it worthwhile for me to stay with you." Feeling the strong masculine aura approaching, Qiu Ju felt a little lost.
"Autumn chrysanthemum... Qiu chrysanthemum... There is a kind of flower. In the spring garden, when the flowers are in full bloom, you can't find it; but when the autumn wind blows up the fallen leaves, they fall like little yellow butterflies on the ground.
When it is young, it opens its beautiful petals, which is the chrysanthemum. Some people like peonies, some like roses, some like lotus, and some like narcissus, but I like the simple chrysanthemum. Although it is not as graceful and luxurious as the peony.
, it does not have the gracefulness of roses, nor the nobility of lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained, nor does it have the reputation of narcissus as the "Lingbo Fairy", but it has its own unique charm - perseverance. In late autumn, the flowers are withered, but only
There are chrysanthemums blooming proudly...Okay, let's use your name as the title."
Qiu Ju looked at Zhao Yuan blankly, with a look of obsession on her face. She knew that Zhao Yuan had peerless talent, but she didn't expect that the words Zhao Yuan casually said were so memorable.
Zhao Yuan strode to the desk, picked up the wolf brush, started writing, and a poem jumped out on the paper.
"Han Ju"
The flowers bloom and there are no flowers in the bush,
Independence and sparse barriers are endless fun.
I would rather die with the branches hugging the fragrance,
Never blown down by the north wind.
“What a poem!”
These two lines of chrysanthemum chanting poems, "The flowers do not bloom together with hundreds of flowers, but the fun of being independent is not limited." This is people's consensus on chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums do not bloom at the same time as hundreds of flowers, and she is a noble person when she does not follow the vulgarity and is not flattering.
"I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north wind" further writes that the chrysanthemum would rather die on the branches than be blown down by the north wind. It depicts the proud and aloof chrysanthemum, showing that it adheres to its noble moral integrity.
Qiu Ju stood blankly in front of the desk.
Zhao Yuan looked at Qiu Ju with a smile.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan discovered that there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on Qiu Ju's fair forehead.
She seemed nervous.
"Miss Qiu Ju, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, please!" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
"No!" Qiu Ju blurted out.
"We agreed."
"...I...you said it in your poem, I am a chrysanthemum who is not afraid of the severe cold and adheres to noble integrity..." Qiu Ju showed a complicated expression on her face.
"It's a worthwhile trip to Wushan and Jucheng, the northern capital, with such a beautiful woman!"
Zhao Yuan smiled, grabbed Qiu Ju's slender waist, hugged Qiu Ju into his arms, and kissed her seductive lips. His hands were even more wanton and frivolous, attacking the city. At this time, Qiu Ju was already intending to
He was so obsessed with love that he kept making blood-throbbing moans from his mouth.
