Huang Rongnuli forced out a smile and said to Ling'er: "Little sister, don't be deceived by him. He only knows a few words and has read a few books, and what he wants to write is just general. work."
There was another sentence that Huang Rong didn't say. Whether this bastard wrote it himself or not, it remains to be seen.
I'm not sure where this thick-skinned person bought or copied it from.
In order to make those shameless people laugh, Huang Rong felt that this bastard could do such a thing as buying words!
"You guys still doubt the young master's literary talent. Who doesn't know that young master, I am the reincarnation of the Wenqu star in the sky, and I am very talented and eloquent."
Huang Rong's face was full of disbelief when she heard Jingzhou's words.
If such a guy can write a book about it, then she can't talk about it in a book?
Not only is this guy very bad, but he also boasts loudly and shamelessly!
After hearing this guy bragging, Huang Rong wanted to teach him a lesson and see how he would end up if he made a fool of himself.
"Then let me talk about scenery, scenery... In that case, do you dare to fill in a sentence in front of me?"
"Young master, I won't do this useless thing. Besides, if I can fill it in, young master, how will you treat it?"
"If you can fill it out, I will help you cook. This sweet and sour carp is delicious only to an ignorant person like you."
If you really want to sleep, someone will give you a pillow. Jing Zhou was thinking about how to get this girl to work for him for free. Now this girl bumps into him. If he doesn't train her, it won't be good for him.
"Okay, Linger is here to testify, Laifu, bring me a pen and ink for the young master!"
Ling'er clapped her little hands, her face was full of joy, and she jumped up and said: "Okay, okay, Ling'er is here to testify."
"Hmph, that's a bluff. Since you like that place so much, why don't you fill it in with the Flower House." Huang Rong didn't know how this guy managed to fill the little girl's head with ecstasy, and she was even more angry.
If I couldn't beat this bastard, hehehehe!
"Okay, as you wish, take the Flower House as the title!"
Not to mention flower building, he could call out painting building, red building, brothel and so on.
After all, who hasn’t read a few copies of The Golden Ping Mei and Romance of the West Chamber?
After the pen and ink were brought out, Jing Zhou was afraid that Huang Rong was cheating, so he asked again: "Which name should I use for the word brand?"
Huang Rong smashed it and said, "You can just pick one. I'm not sure whether it can be written."
Not to mention, this bastard is quite good at acting. He talks nonsense in a serious manner without blushing, heartbeat, or breath!
You have to be so thick-skinned to do this!
In an instant, Huang Rong complained about the person in front of her eight hundred times.
"Don't cry later, hahaha."
Picking up the pen, Jingzhou started writing without thinking.
This girl is quite arrogant. I have to let her know what it means to be gifted!
Without thinking, Jingzhou immediately wrote a poem on the paper.
Dielianhua·Flower Tower
There is a lot of sadness in spring in the small courtyard. My eyes are broken by the clouds, and I remember the places I visited drunkenly. Lonely now on Fangcao Road. There was smoke in the corner of the flower building.
The flowers fade away and the wind and rain twilight. Pay for the wandering warbler and swallow all the pipa language. How many tears wet the blue shirt. The cuckoo cries bitterly on the lilac branches.
After finishing writing one song, Jingzhou had no intention of stopping, and then started another song.
Huanxisha Flower House
The dance of neon clothes has not ended, the jade hairpin hangs down from the forehead and the clouds on the temples, I dream back to the golden palace in the east of China.
The swallows and orioles are in love, the willow branches and peach leaves are in a hurry, and the empty clothes are full of fragrance.
Xijiang Moon Flower House
There is drizzle in front of the steps with red leaves, and spring is late outside the green banana plantations. When I look for fragrance and look down at the jade hairpin. It was the beginning of Xiaozhuang.
The flowers are full of beauty, but the life experience in the dream is difficult. The willows are faintly blown by the west wind. Still unable to sleep soundly.
"You...you didn't copy it from somewhere, did you?"
Huang Rong was amazed by the three poems in a row.
Seeing Huang Rong's dazed look, Jingzhou smiled and said, "Copied? Go and look through the book. If you can find it, the young master will swallow these poems in front of you!"
"Well, don't forget to cook for the young master tomorrow. If the cooking is not as delicious as this sweet and sour carp, I will not accept it, young master."
I wrote three poems in one go. This girl can't even get away with it!
"I have a name, just call me Feng Rong."
"Feng Rong, now you know how powerful the young master is. You can't default on your debt. I'm willing to admit defeat. Xiao Ling'er is still watching."
Xiao Ling'er took the words and said with a smile: "Master Jing is really the reincarnation of the literary star. Can I take this play back later? If the young lady sees it, she will definitely be very happy."
"Ling'er, these words are just random words, not masterpieces. I will write some good ones for you another day."
If these poems were to be published, they would not damage Mr. Jing's reputation for "producing works that must be refined."
The lyrics can be divided into good and bad. If you want to show it to others, it is better to use Mr. Nalan’s lyrics. If you write it yourself for fun, it doesn’t matter whether it is good or bad.
Huang Rong didn't expect that the bastard in front of her actually had something to write about. He wrote three poems in a row, all with different names. Although the writing is not very good, it is indeed worthy of praise for its eloquence and literary talent.
Now when she looked at the person in front of her, she didn't feel so badass anymore.
After taking a closer look, I felt that this bastard was just a little bit worse looking than me, but quite good-looking.
It's just not good at all, lingering in that land of fireworks all day long.
"Hey, you know my name, but I still don't know yours!"
After flicking Huang Rong's forehead, Jingzhou said, "Didn't I ask you to call me Master or Boss?"
If Huang Laoxie saw this scene, he would probably go crazy. His precious daughter was slapped on the head, and her voice was so clear!
Huang Rong covered her forehead with one hand and put the other hand in front of her to guard against Jing Zhou, fearing that the bastard would hit her again.
Now she knew clearly that this bastard was very skilled in martial arts. She didn't even see what he had done just now. She didn't know she had been shot until her forehead hurt.
"Watch it for yourself."
After saying that, Jingzhou picked up the pen and wrote something on the paper.
"The scenery is just what is needed for the drunken eyes, and the lingering feelings of chatting in the boat."
"Jingzhou", Huang Rong muttered silently in her mind and remembered the name.
Ling'er held up the corner of her clothes, as if she had something to say, but she didn't know how to say it. After a while, she finally summoned up the courage: "Mr. Jing, you...can you help, help Ling'er write a poem too?" Words?"
"Linger, what did you just say?"
Thinking that Jingzhou hadn't heard clearly just now, Ling'er plucked up her courage and said in a louder voice: "Want to ask the young master to write a poem for Ling'er too?"
After hearing Ling'er's words, Jingzhou became interested and said loudly: "What does Ling'er want to say?"
Is it possible that all the little girls nowadays are pregnant?
"Mom said, Ling'er will be able to welcome guests in another two years..."
After saying this, Ling'er lowered her head, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face.
If she were the daughter of an ordinary family, she should stay in the boudoir at this age, do embroidery, or help with some work at home. . .
