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In the hall, it was extremely quiet at this time. Even the sparrows that were chirping non-stop on the branches closed their pointed beaks.
The young nobles who had always been cared for by the warm and fragrant soft jade at home obediently put down their so-called figures at this moment, holding their breaths and looking at the girl in the red dress walking lightly down the stairs with lotus steps, their eyes full of salivation.
Although Miss Yueying is only a newly promoted dance master in the past two years, anyone who is lucky enough to witness her dance that is hard to find for money will spread the word about her with red faces and intoxicated eyes. Later, it became a saying Market jingle.
Being able to see the mandarin ducks dancing in the moonlight will eliminate the suffering of three lifetimes.
At only fifteen years old, she is proudly ranked third on the beauty list of Qingmeng City. Her appearance can be regarded as stunning, and coupled with her breathtaking dancing, any man will definitely be fascinated by it. .
"Tick tick tick——"
The wooden roots of the embroidered shoes click on the steps, making a crisp and sweet sound.
Xie Xiangcai raised his head slightly and looked at the peaceful smile on Yue Ying's cheek, like a spring breeze.
Du Meijun, who had been silent for a long time, slapped her thigh suddenly, exclaimed, rolled up her sleeves and screamed.
"Come on, come on...come on! Pen, pen, pen...paper, pen and ink!!!"
Du Meijun's shouts echoed throughout the Yuanyang Tower, causing many young masters around to look at each other angrily and curse a thousand times in their hearts, "This is a disgrace to the scenery-killing boy with a thousand swords!".
Xie Xiangcai frowned slightly, but did not speak. He just watched Du Meijun snatch the Four Treasures of the Study from the hands of several Turtle Masters who came in a hurry.
Du Meijun rolled up her sleeves, rolled up her trouser legs, and simply sat on the floor. He groped in his arms and took out an exquisite scroll.
The white-faced scholar ignored the gazes of the young masters around him, and chose a pen on his own. With his other hand, he poured water to grind the ink, and lightly tapped the tip of the pen to clear the ink and add some ink color. Then he filled in the scroll that seemed to be most of the poem. The last two verses.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes were astonished and he couldn't help but move forward. He no longer stared at Yue Ying who was slowly walking down the stairs like everyone else.
"The expression is rich and meaningful, far-sighted and true, with fine texture and even flesh and bones. The embroidered clothes shine in the late spring, and the golden peacock and silver unicorn are frowning. What's on the head? The green leaves hanging down the temples. What can you see behind the back? Beads press the waist to keep the body in shape. .”
Xie Xiangcai whispered and his eyes lit up.
The last time he was so shocked was when he saw Seventh Senior Brother writing poetry.
Unexpectedly, Du Meijun is also an unparalleled poetic talent!
Xie Xiangcai couldn't help but have an idea in his mind. How exciting would it be if Du Meijun was introduced to the Seventh Senior Brother and the two of them had a poem competition?
I’m afraid the entire Daqing literary world will be shocked!
Even the few poetry saints, poetry immortals, poetry Buddhas, and poetry ghosts above the heads of the Confucian Temple who have been worshiped by incense for hundreds of years will inevitably feel frightened!
After finishing the poem, Du Meijun lay on the ground still unfinished, and actually put the ink-stained pen tip into his mouth and sucked the ink with relish.
Xie Xiangcai was in a trance, and a faint fragrance quietly entered the tip of his nose.
He raised his head slightly and saw Yue Ying standing quietly in front of him.
The boy suddenly felt a little at a loss. He clasped his fists and saluted the girl in a panic. After a while, he scratched his head and bent down to bow, like a bewildered child.
The girl in the red dress covered her mouth and smiled softly.
Everything was silent.
All the noble gentlemen were stunned. In a moment of confusion, Yue Ying had already grabbed Xie Xiangcai's hand, her embroidered shoes touched the ground, and she led him running upstairs.
The long skirt fluttered in the wind, and the fragrance of flowers spread throughout the pavilion in an instant.
Xie Xiangcai, who was high-spirited not long ago, seemed to be wilting now, letting Yue Ying's slender arms pull him into the room.
After Yue Ying gently closed the door, she let go of Xie Xiangcai's palm with a blushing face, turned her back to him, and said in a very shy voice, "I don't like being looked at by so many people, so... I'm offended, Mr. Xie."
Xie Xiangcai coughed dryly and pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay...and...just call me Xiangcai, Mr. Xie...I'm too unfamiliar."
Yueying turned around and looked straight at Xie Xiangcai with Shuiling eyes. After looking at each other for a while, she smiled.
She didn't know where to conjure a lotus leaf, with a mahjong-sized pastry wrapped in the lotus leaf.
Xie Xiangcai stepped forward curiously, twisted the pastry between his two fingers, put it under his nose and smelled it.
"For me?"
"Hmm, this is a flower cake I made by myself, please try it for me!"
Xie Xiangcai put the flower cake into his mouth without hesitation. With a flick of his tongue, the cake melted softly between his lips and teeth. The fragrance of butter, flowers and sugar were intertwined, reaching an extremely subtle state.
Yueying looked at Xie Xiangcai, whose eyes were gradually brightening. She already had the answer in her heart, and then she stroked her chest and loosened a string in her heart.
Xie Xiangcai swallowed all the flower cake in his mouth, then raised his head to look at Yue Ying, and after hesitating for a long time, he asked with some stuttering, "Miss Yue, are you still... are there any more?"
Yueying smiled brightly and led Xie Xiangcai to the table. She opened the small bowl on the porcelain plate and saw three flower cakes stacked neatly in the center of the plate.
Xie Xiangcai rubbed his hands, sat on the chair next to the table as a guest, reached out and grabbed three pieces of flower cake, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.
She smiled softly, brushed away the black hair blocking her forehead with her fingers, bent slightly, and stretched out her jade hand to pick up the teacup placed on the other corner of the table.
At the same time, Xie Xiangcai also reached out his hand, wanting to take the teapot and pour some tea slowly.
The slender fingers and Bai Xi's jade fingers touched together, and the next breath was like an electric shock and they quickly pulled away.
Their cheeks turned red.
"Cough cough cough - puff -"
Xie Xiangcai, who almost choked on the flower cake, finally got his wish this time. He coughed several times and finally spit out the crumbs in his mouth. The residue spurted out and landed on Yueying. on the cheeks and hair.
The two were stunned together, silent together, and finally laughed together.
After a long time, Xie Xiang gradually stopped smiling, and with some embarrassment took out a handkerchief that had never been used before from his sleeve and handed it to Yue Ying opposite, "Miss Yue, wipe it with the handkerchief."
Yue Ying's smile gradually faded, and her pretty face was once again filled with blush. She nodded gently, took the handkerchief with two white fingers, and wiped it on her face and head carelessly.
The atmosphere in the room became subtle again.
Yue Ying hesitated to speak. From time to time she looked up and looked at the young man in front of her who was pretending to be doing nothing and playing with her fingers.
Finally, as if she mustered up her lifelong courage, the girl raised her head and looked squarely at the boy.
"Mr. Xie, are you...alone?"
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Xie Xiangcai stared blankly at the girl in the red dress in front of him, his dark eyes filled with astonishment.
Yue Ying bit her lips tightly, her hands under the table vigorously stirred the hem of her skirt, and her white fingers turned red after a while.
The young man spoke quietly, "Miss Yue..."
How could the girl have the courage to look into the eyes of the boy? All her courage had been spent on her previous sentence.
In the side room, it became increasingly quiet, so quiet that the sparrows lying by the window did not dare to flutter their feathers, and the breeze did not dare to rustle the leaves.
Why doesn't Xie Xiangcai know his own thoughts?
How could he not know Yueying's thoughts?
But what was lingering in the young man's mind like a nightmare was the scene a few months ago when he was knocked away by Lin Beidou's punch at the Fireworks Building.
And the girl held in Lin Yan's arms.
Where did Xie Xiangcai get the courage?
Or can he have the confidence in his heart that if he meets the girl he likes again, he can guarantee that she will never be taken away or held in the arms of anyone again?
Xie Xiangcai raised his head, looked into Yueying's misty eyes, and quietly clenched his fists.
Three Realms...
Are the three realms enough?
The young man pursed his lips tightly, exhaled a long breath, and said in a very soft voice, "Miss Yue, can you give me a little more time?"
The color in the girl's eyes seemed to disappear at this moment, and she fell into endless silence. It was not until the young man sitting opposite stood up that she came back to her senses and nodded in despair.
The young man walked on his weak feet, and his eyes met the gaze projected towards him.
He smiled brightly, showing his bright white teeth, and said with a smile, "Miss Yue, I'm leaving first, and I'll bring you Shaomai tonight!"
A smile appeared on Yue Ying's pretty face again, her smile was like a flower, her eyes were narrowed into a thin slit, and she kept nodding her head.
The boy in white shirt turned around and pushed open the door, disappearing like a gust of wind.
The girl in the red dress was still smiling, her body was trembling with laughter, and she just picked up the already cold teacup on the table and looked at a rose-red petal floating in it.
The petals lie quietly until the water surface ripples, then they start to spin around...
Just a few breaths later, Xie Xiangcai's figure reappeared in the hall and came into everyone's sight again.
Everyone looked at the young man in white shirt in astonishment. They all looked at each other in astonishment. They couldn't believe that such a handsome young man with superb martial arts skills could be so good in bed!
It came out in less than an hour?
How could such a precious opportunity be given up like this?
For a moment, everyone's eyes were splitting, and they all looked at Xie Xiangcai with hatred.
Xie Xiangcai's cheeks were still a little red, but he didn't know why everyone was looking at him like this.
Could it be that there is something dirty on his face?
Du Meijun, who looked gentle and elegant, was also murmuring in his heart. He stepped forward, put his mouth to Xie Xiangcai's ear and asked, "Mr. Xie, why did you come out so soon?"
Xie Xiangcai was a little confused as a monk, so he forced himself to wake up and asked Du Meijun, "Is it quick? Will it take a long time?"
Du Meijun's eyes widened, obviously a little surprised by the answer of the boy in white shirt.
Xie Xiangcai looked at Du Meijun's strange eyes, then he held his forehead and smiled bitterly, "Mr. Du, are you thinking too much? I just chatted with Miss Yue and did nothing else."
Du Meijun breathed a sigh of relief.
The golden mandarin duck was chatting and laughing with all the noble men. When he saw Xie Xiangcai suddenly flashing into the hall, his eyes became very strange. He walked forward with some hatred, patted the young man on the shoulder, and said After groping in his arms for a long time, he found a piece of prescription paper and stuffed it into Xie Xiangcai's sleeve when no one was paying attention.
"Eight Young Master, this is a wild recipe that the slave family found. It is said to be very helpful. If you insist on taking it for ten days, you will be as strong as a tiger again!"
When Xie Xiang heard what Jin Yuanyang said, the bitter smile on his face became even worse. He handed the prescription back to Jin Yuanyang and sighed, "Master, you also misunderstood. Miss Yueying and I are just pure friends, nothing more." Act."
Jin Yuanyang's red lips parted slightly, and she squirmed for a moment but didn't say another word. She just kept shaking the fan in her hand to cover up her embarrassment.
Jin Yuanyang had never thought that the charming young man in front of him was not a person of temperament. Yue Ying was so intentional, but she still couldn't capture the heart of the person in front of her.
The clothes on Xie Xiangcai's back were completely soaked with sweat. After the thought of "it is not suitable to stay here for a long time" flashed in his mind, he bent down and saluted everyone, and his figure disappeared in an instant.
As Xie Xiangcai's figure disappeared, the meeting of heroes came to an end.
Although not many people took the stage to compete this time, their strength has improved a lot compared to the previous ones. Among them, the most popular one is undoubtedly the eighth son of Qingmeng City - the young man in white shirt Xie Xiangcai.
However, what is famous this time is not the other party's chic posture and outstanding martial arts, but the "great achievement" of having a good night in the same room with a beautiful woman by his side and only taking less than half an hour to walk out of the boudoir.
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In the house at the other end of the alley, Xie Xiangcai was lying on the bed a little depressed, and the sounds of people passing by on the street could be heard in his ears.
His own reputation has reached an extremely prosperous stage through this gathering of heroes.
Since that day, there has been an additional prefix in front of Eighth Young Master.
A short while.
For a while, the Eighth Young Master was very good at martial arts, but his kung fu was really not that good.
Not very good.
