When the song came to an end, Wu Ningyuan pulled Zhang Wenshan and looked back with a very obscene look. Lu Heng, who was sitting there like a chicken pecking at rice, was sleepy. Then he pulled Zhang Wenshan, who was a little worried.
, after whispering in his ear, something like "beautiful woman is kind to you and you will be blessed with happiness".
Then they saw Zhang Wenshan stroking his beard and nodding in approval, coughing, and the two of them walked out of the living room arm in arm.[]
Kong Kanglian, who finally walked out of the living room, looked back and saw Lu Heng, who was lying on the floor and already asleep. After smiling, he also walked out in an extremely irresponsible manner.
After leaving the door, I looked at the students coming out of the living room. They were pointing to the closed living room and saying the beautiful words they just heard to Tongshi. There was no trace of disappointment in their beaming expressions.
.Some people just have deep admiration.
Kong Kanglian took a deep breath, looked back at the closed door, smiled and praised: No matter how many talented people gathered here today, no matter how gorgeous the Hundred Flowers Festival is today, the most dazzling person today is only Lu
Heng Lu Yongzheng is the best one,
After tonight, as those poems were sung, they spread to a deeper level.
Ha..., the greatest scholar and the most legendary figure in the Great Zhou Dynasty will appear in front of the world in a shocking scene!
Kong Kanglian stood at the door and coughed, raised his hand and pressed it. After all the students in the audience gathered their eyes, he cleared his throat, looked at the hundreds of students in the audience, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice
: "The Baihua Poetry Contest has ended, and the first place in this year's poetry congress is"
The audience was completely silent. After a moment, Kong Kanglian's slightly excited announcement came: "The number one talent in Jiangning, Lu Heng and Lu Yongzheng!"
The room was very quiet.
The dim candlelight burned quietly on the gold candlestick. Occasionally, a crackling sound was made, but the flame flickered slightly. At this time, the light in the room also dimmed.
The candle burned quietly, and the melted candle looked so peaceful in the shadow of the lamp.
Occasionally, one or two drops of candles would roll down, like tears, rolling down the candlestick and solidifying into round red spots on the antique table.
With the dim candlelight, you can clearly see the layout of the room.
Directly opposite, there is a wooden bed with a hollowed-out Chlorophytum, and a pink curtain hanging outside the window. At this time, the room is extremely quiet, and there is no wind. The curtain hangs quietly on the bed like a red cloud formed by it.
Head, motionless.
Under the bed's head is a wooden platform for placing shoes. Well, there are two cute little footprints on it.
The dressing table is placed in front of the window. Sitting in front of the dressing table, you can see the beautiful moonlight outside the window. However, the window is closed at this time, only the moonlight shines, and the mottled shadows of the trees are cast on the paper window.
It's like a shadow puppet show. It moves occasionally, which is quite interesting.
On the dressing table, there are mirrors, rouge and gouache, a guqin and an open book of linear poems.
At this time, a woman with a cold temperament and beautiful appearance was writing line by line in the collection of poems by the candlelight on the dressing table, holding a brush in her hand.
Take a look, and you will see that all of them are poems that were recited by the scholar tonight.
"Lanling's wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light. But it makes the host drunk, and the guests don't know where they are in a foreign country."
"The moonlight cup of grape wine, I will drink the pipa and urge you immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times!"
From composing in the guest room, to putting on the song, and then to drinking wine.
Under the woman's graceful handwriting, lines of clear handwriting appeared vividly on the paper.
At this time, the candle on the dressing table made a snapping sound, and the candle flame danced slightly. The lights in the room flickered on and off.
This slight sound also woke up the woman who was humming in a low voice about when the bright moon will come, with the pen in her hand frozen in the sky.
There was a click, and the ink on the tip of the pen fell down, just falling on the unfolded poetry collection.
With a ding sound, the round ink mark on the paper slowly expanded around.
"Yeah!" Miss Ruolan, who came back to her senses, said softly after seeing the ink on the paper, and quickly took the handkerchief on the side to wipe the ink.
With her delicate jade fingers, she held a corner of the handkerchief and wiped it carefully and attentively.
Perhaps because he was holding his breath, or because he was too nervous, for a moment, tiny beads of sweat oozed from Qiong's nose.
After a long time, the ink stains on the paper were slightly removed. However, it was still very wet.
The woman put away the handkerchief, looked at the ink mark as big as the belly of her little finger, and sighed with regret.
"Silk is impermeable, especially fine silk!"
Behind him, a clear voice sounded in this extremely quiet room.
"Then what do you think we should do?" The woman didn't look back, she just raised her head and looked at the mottled tree shadows on the window, and said with a cold expression.
"You have to use cotton cloth, um, and then, with a little pressure, the water stains can be removed!" Lu Heng, who was sitting next to the table, smiled slightly and said lightly.
After I woke up, I had a headache and my mouth was very dry.
Seeing a tea bowl and a teapot on the table, Lu Heng was not polite and directly picked up the teapot and filled himself a cup. He sipped the tea and moistened his mouth while looking at the warm room.
"Is this the girl's boudoir?" Lu Heng saw the antique wooden couch under the red gauze curtain, looked away, and asked with a smile.
"Yes!" The woman lowered her head, gathered the poems together, and put them in the drawer while replying.
"Does this count as the girl's guest?" Lu Heng smiled, put down the tea cup, looked at the woman with a graceful figure and an outstanding temperament, and asked with a smile.
After the sound fell, I saw the woman who was bending over and locking the cabinet door. Her body trembled slightly. However, she quickly regained her composure.
Her face was still cold, and she squatted on the ground, locking the cabinet with concentration. She bit her mouth and chewed her tongue, as if she had made a lot of determination, closed her eyes slightly, and nodded: "Yes!"
"Well, since we are the guests entering the curtain, and this is a brothel, then," Lu Heng put down the teacup and said in a very calm voice. But his eyes never left Miss Ruolan's face until he stood up.
As he stepped forward, he saw the woman's closed eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and two lines of clear tears streaming down her face.
Seeing the woman's expression, Lu Heng shook his head helplessly and smiled. He sat down again, picked up the teapot and poured himself tea again.
However, even when the teapot was put up, no tea came out.
I opened the lid and took a look, only to see that only a few tea leaves at the bottom were left in the teapot.
There was not a drop of water left.
Lu Heng put down the teapot in disappointment, looked at the empty teacup, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Since I am your guest, can you make me a pot of tea?" Lu Heng wiped his dry lips and said with a wry smile.
"You" The woman squatting on the ground trembled slightly. She opened her eyes, and the look of fear in her eyes flashed past. She turned her head, only to see the scholar still sitting on the chair, motionless.
However, he pointed at the empty tea cup and looked at himself pitifully.
He actually...
The woman chewed her lips and took a look at the scholar. She saw that there was no trace of evil in his eyes, but only a kind smile and clear eyes.
The woman didn't know how she felt. She lowered her head and sighed slightly in her heart, but he didn't.
"Oh, I drank a little too much just now. When I woke up, my mouth was dry and I wanted to drink some tea!" Lu Heng saw the woman's expression and knew what she was thinking.
Lu Heng shook his head in amusement, coughed, clasped his fists and said, "Can I trouble Miss Lao Zhuo to make a pot of tea? I'm very thirsty!"
Zhuo Yue was stunned for a moment, and saw the scholar at the table with a helpless smile on his face, and seemed to be a little shy and embarrassed. Zhuo Yue couldn't help but laugh in her heart, lowered her head and hummed softly. Then she gathered up her skirt and stood up.
Got up.
With a light step, he walked to Lu Heng, took the teapot, and then walked to the stove in the corner of the room. He poured some hot water into it, and then turned around and walked over.
Looking at the empty tea cup, Zhuo Yue couldn't help but have a touch of pink appear on her moon-like frosty cheeks.
This tea bowl...
But it’s for my own use!
Moreover, there seemed to be half a bowl of tea in the tea bowl just now!
Thinking this in my mind, I also pictured in my mind the way the scholar just picked up the tea bowl and drank it carelessly.
A hint of shame and anger arose in Zhuo Zhuo's heart, and he scolded the scholar in his heart for being too rude.
Thinking of this, her face turned cold. She took the tea cup and wondered if she should change it. However, she remembered that the tea bowl had been touched by Lu Heng just now. She sighed slightly in her heart, picked up the teapot, and
Filled with tea.
He moved the tea cup back to Bi Heng and said coldly: "Master, please!"
"Thank you!" Lu Heng smiled, picked up the teacup, blew for a while, then took a sip and praised the tea.
"Young master, you're welcome!" Zhuo Yue sat across from Lu Heng, but his eyes were still glancing to the side, as if the scholar in front of him did not exist.
"You're welcome, but a cup of tea can't explain the problem!" Lu Heng smiled, shook the teacup, and said calmly.
"What do you mean, Master?" Zhuo Yue frowned slightly and asked with an unhappy expression.
"Your name is Zhuo Yue, you are nineteen years old, and you are the daughter of Yin Zhuo Chenggong, the former Taiyuan Prefecture in Shanxi Province!!"
Lu Heng's eyes were clear and there was a cunning smile on his face. He looked at the woman in front of him who suddenly became a little nervous and said calmly.
"Although, in order to stabilize the morale of the army and the people, the imperial court said that your father died at the hands of the Turks, I know that your father escaped from the battle and angered the emperor. His majesty threw him into a prison and will be executed soon.
It's over!" Lu Heng shook the tea cup, waited for the tea in the cup to cool down a little, took a sip, and sighed leisurely: "You will not live if you do something wrong!"
With such a sigh, Lu Heng put down the teacup, looked at the tea in the teacup with clear eyes, shook his head with regret and said, "No one can save what your father has done!".
Shocked by these words, Zhuo Yue's face changed slightly, and the little hand hidden in the sleeve also trembled slightly.
"If the girl wants to ask me for help, I'm afraid she's looking for the wrong person!" Lu Heng took a sip of tea, raised his head, and looked at Zhuo Yue, who was keeping her eyebrows low and silent, spreading her hands, looking helpless.
"You..." Zhuo Yue panicked, raised her head, and stared at the clear-eyed scholar in front of her, as if he knew everything in the world, and was shocked.
After looking at him like this for a long time, I saw that the scholar looked away as if he had no bottom in his heart.
A mocking smile appeared on Zhuo Yue's frosty face.
I sighed slightly in my heart and bit my mouth tightly. My expression was extremely painful.
After a long time, she stood up firmly and reached out to hold her waist. Just when she was about to pull away, she saw the scholar's expression darken, and he looked at her coldly, and then she saw him groping.
He lowered his chin, stared at himself, and said with a half-smile, "Hey, is this girl going to pledge her body to save your father?"
"Huh, isn't this what you want?" Zhuo Zhuo turned his head and stared at Lu Heng with cold eyes. His face was as cold as iron, but his clear and bright eyes were already filled with tears.
"Ha!" Hearing what Zhuo Yue said, Lu Heng was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.
He lowered his head to look at his attire, then stretched out his hand to kiss his face.
Hiss, why, do you look like a wolf like that? Moreover, you are also a person who is willing to kill yourself if you look at sex?
Who the hell passed this on?
"Why, you don't dare to admit it?" Zhuo Yue stared at Lu Heng coldly, with a look of contempt and contempt on her face.
Sure enough, all men in the world have the same virtue!
I escaped from Taiyuan Mansion and followed my father to Tokyo. I originally thought that I would make a speech to the emperor and state the crime of King Jin's non-resistance. However, I did not expect that before my father could meet the emperor, he was beaten by a sudden imperial edict.
Entered the prison.
During this period of time, Zhuo Yue has been busy running
o, I want to rescue my father. But, the world is indifferent!
In desperation, she had no choice but to make this decision and commit herself to the Piaotian Literature Network, thinking that one day she would meet a certain powerful official.
I exchanged my appearance for my father's life.
When the time comes, I will...
However, after so many days, the officials who came here, in addition to coveting their own bodies, avoided talking about rescuing people.
Now, seeing that this scholar was like this, Zhuo Yue's heart was filled with despair!
Looking at Zhuo Yue's tearful eyes, glaring at him angrily, Lu Heng withdrew his gaze, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"What?" Zhuo Yue pressed forward step by step, staring at Lu Heng with burning eyes.
After so many days, she has become desperate. Now, even if this scholar becomes more powerful in the future, so what, there is just one more corrupt official!
If you offend him, you won't be beaten to death!
It’s also a quiet picture!
"Your father can't die!" Lu Heng raised his head and smiled sincerely. The undeniable look in his eyes made the angry Zhuo Yue suddenly freeze.
"W-what did you say?" Zhuo Yue pursed her lips and stared at the scholar with shock in her eyes.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face!!.