In Xie Qingyun's spiritual consciousness, this man was neither a qi refiner nor a warrior, and he actually dared to touch himself. He sneered, kicked the man's ankle at a faster speed, and fell down again with a sore scream.

"Stop, you are so brave to be rude to your uncle!" At this time, a housekeeper was dressed in a dressed up and rushed over with two strong thugs, and slapped Xie Qingyun in the face without saying a word.

Can Xie Qingyun spoil him? He bounced his finger and bounced away the butler's hand. The butler was pushed by an inexplicable force and fell to the ground. However, he could not detect that Xie Qingyun took action, so he thought he had fallen, so he went to support the tall man.

The tall man was Wu Guojiu. He got up, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Who are you and what are you here?"

"What else can I do when I come to the railing?" Xie Qingyun walked over slowly, "Go to send poems to Miss Zhiwei. Isn't you also send poems in such a hurry?"

"Just because of you?" Wu Guojiu sneered, broke away from the butler's support, and took a big step to catch up with Xie Qingyun. "No matter who you are, if you dare to compete with me tonight, you will be waiting for me to find someone to ruin you!"

"Then you try it." Xie Qingyun sneered.

Entering Nuanwei Pavilion, many young men in Jinyi gathered together. They seemed to have made sufficient preparations for today's "talking about poetry", and everyone looked like they were determined to win.

At the entrance of the hall, the little girl with a pair of wool buns saw Xie Qingyun's eyes lit up slightly, and then she greeted her and said, "This young man is so fond of face. Is this the first time I've come back?"

Xie Qingyun smiled and said, "Do you remember all the people who have been here?"

"Of course, the lady praised me for having the ability to remember everything I saw." The girl said proudly, "My name is Xing'er, what do you call me?"

"Xie Qingyun is down." Xie Qingyun smiled.

"Xie Qingyun?" Xing'er only thought she had heard of it, but she went out for a tour with Zhiwei and was not aware of the major events that have happened in Liguo recently.

Wu Guojiu, who was standing beside him, his pupils shrank, while the butler following him became weak and his face turned pale, and he sneaked behind step by step.

"Does Young Master Qingyun have any works?" Xing'er smiled and said, "Although you are handsome, my lady only recognizes poetry, so I can't let you go without a work."

"Of course there is." Xie Qingyun smiled and asked for paper and pen, and wrote a few sentences on the spot.

Xing'er accepted it, and then said to Wu Guojiu, who had a cold face, "What other limerick has the uncle written? Take it, let me pass it on to the lady for you."

"Take it and ask her to taste it well." Wu Guojiu handed a small note to him.

Xing'er jumped up.

In the fragrant boudoir of the Youge Pavilion, the thin phoenix pattern, the green dome, and the ribbons floated. In the hazy mist inside, the girl Zhiwei stood up from the bathtub without any trace, dressed neatly again, lifted the curtain, and just ran into Xing'er who had collected the poems and came back.

"You, you are not young anymore, you are still so cute." She scolded softly and asked again, "Is the second master of the Xie family here?"

"The second master of the Xie family didn't come." Xing'er made a face and said, "It's a person named Xie Qingyun. It sounds like the Xie family. Will it have something to do with the second master?"

Zhiwei remembered that there was a young man in the Accord where Xie Baokun was sitting just now. Could it be Xie Qingyun? She was a little angry, "When I came back, he was just watching there, and he didn't ask me what I had encountered on the way, but after being wronged, he didn't care about me at all. I won't miss him anymore from now on..."

"In recent years, the lady has said this every time, and she has to find out what happened to him every time." Xing'er smiled and put the notes in her arms in a row. "Li Guo is too reckless. These young men wrote either gold and iron horses or heroic spirits. They don't understand the slightest thoughts of their daughter's family. They want to be the guest of the lady's entrance. It's simply delusional."

Zhiwei sat down in front of the short table and looked at it one by one. As expected, as Xing'er said, there was nothing to see. However, she soon found two unique sentences, which read: The night was scattered and swam wildly in the empty courtyard, and the sky soldiers were 100,000 over the eaves.

Although these two sentences also have the "stern" power, the wild wind blows in the empty courtyard.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers are the images metaphorized by the dark clouds. These two lines of poetry describe the scene "before the rain", but in fact they describe a person's messy state of mind. This messy state of mind is similar to the contradiction she suffered from lovesickness at the moment, and she wanted to find him but was worried about giving the other person a scattered impression. Her heart immediately moved, "Who wrote this poem?"

Xing'er glanced at it and said, "It's Wu Guojiu."

"He is just a fool, how could he write such good sentences?" Zhiwei didn't believe it at all.

"Maybe I heard that the lady came back, so I would go where to ask for it." Xing'er was also a little confused, "However, Li Guo's poems are very rare, so it costs a lot of money to ask someone to write. Where did Wu Guojiu get the money?"

Zhiwei didn't want to see Wu Guojiu, but hesitated to know the poems that followed. Xing'er saw her in a dilemma and smiled and said, "Miss, there is no Xie Qingyun, please see what he wrote."

"Well."

Zhiwei searched in the note and found a newly dried ink piece. After looking carefully, he suddenly shook his whole body.

"Miss..." Xing'er was shocked, because her lady looked at the two lines of poetry and shed tears. She leaned over and couldn't help but think, "Down the curtain deep in Mochou Hall, and the night is thin after lying down."

"This, this..." She was speechless, and there seemed to be a layer of curtains in her mind. The deep room was shrouded in the silence of the night. A woman was alone in this secluded room, thinking a lot and tossing and turning... The picture was so strong. No wonder the lady shed tears. Isn't this the true portrayal of her every night?

Zhiwei suddenly rushed out of the boudoir and came to the lobby inside the building, "Young Master Qingyun, where is Young Master Qingyun?"

Xie Qingyun walked to the central hall, looked up at her, and smiled and said, "That's right." Xin

The whole hall was in an uproar, and I knew that there were few poems that could be seen, but my emotions were out of control and rushed out to see the poet, which was the only first time.

"Please go to the cabinet and talk." Zhiwei also noticed his impulse, and after speaking with a slightly red face, he wanted to run back.

"Wait!" Wu Guojiu said unwillingly, "What did he write? How could he be better than mine?"

"Young Master Qingyun might as well read out the remaining poems and let us taste them together?" Some young master also started to make fun of them. They all wanted to know what kind of sentence they were, but even made the girl Zhiwei ignore her demeanor.

"Can you write a complete poem for Zhiwei?" Zhiwei also looked at Xie Qingyun with anticipation.

Xie Qingyun was thinking that, and the boudoir might be from the future second aunt, so how could he go in casually? So he smiled and said:

"The heavy curtain is deep and the Mochou Hall is deep, and the night is slender after lying down."

"The life of a goddess is originally a dream, and my sister-in-law is already a man."

Zhiwei heard this and her shoulders kept shaking. "The Goddess's Life" can be explained as love with Xie Baokun. It turned out to be just a dream. My sister-in-law's residence is a place where people will talk about it, so it is very appropriate to use "Ben".

"If you don't believe that the branches of the water are weak, who can teach the fragrance of osmanthus leaves?"

These two sentences reminded her of all the filthiness she encountered on the tour on Dongli Road. Although she finally saved herself, she would inevitably suffer some grievances. Lingzhi was originally very weak, but those people didn't believe it, and used storm to destroy it, but they could not get the sympathy and help of "Yuelu".

"It's useless to miss you, but it's not bad to be sad. It's a silence."

Despite this, despite the many twists and turns, she still did not give up her belief in love. The man still lives in her heart. Even if it is useless, she might as well hold her infatuation and melancholy for life.

This poem creates a woman who still pursues love unswervingly while almost disillusioned. The unforgettable lovesickness penetrates the hearts of people and fully displays Zhiwei's state of mind.

Although the young masters didn’t have much talent to learn, they had the ability to appreciate. They sighed so much that they shook their heads and left. Wu Guojiu’s face was unstable, and he finally stomped his feet and left.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." She almost had no strength to stop after hearing this, so she could only hold onto the railing, "Young Master, what is this poem called?"

"Unt title." Xie Qingyun said.

"Unt title..." Zhiwei murmured, isn't it a secret relationship with his own name but no surname?

Xie Qingyun smiled and said, "This poem was written by my second uncle Xie Baokun. Does Miss Zhiwei still understand?"

Zhiwei's eyes turned red and she shouted in a crying voice: "Xing'er, Xing'er, go and invite the second master..."

"Okay."

Xing'er ran downstairs "dial" but found that Xie Qingyun was gone. She jogged all the way to Xie Baokun's special seat, and pushed in without knocking the door, panting, "Second Master, hurry up, Miss can't do it!"

"Xing'er?" Xie Baokun was stunned, "What can't do it, why can't it do it?"

"Miss Miss you so much. If you don't go, something big will happen!" Xing'er said seriously and went to pull Xie Baokun. Xie Baokun was helplessly dragged to Nuanwei Pavilion and came to the fragrant boudoir. Zhiwei sat in front of the dressing table to comb his hair, which seemed very calm.

"Zhiwei..." Xie Baokun just shouted, but saw Zhiwei stand up, turned around, and threw himself into his arms with tears in his face, "Second Master, do you know how much I miss you on the road, why are you so cruel and don't come to see me?"

Xie Baokun was a little confused. He just brought his nephew to have sex. He was about to say something, but Zhiwei had blocked his lips with his lips. Once the soft lips touched, he immediately ignited him. This flame was never extinguished.

"Zhiwei..." He called unconsciously and full of love.

"I'm here, I've been there all the time..." Zhiwei gasped.

Some things are difficult to stop once they start, such as the collision of dry firewood and fire.

The two took off their clothes one by one until they met honestly.
Chapter completed!