75 accounts for the name of flowers

"Hey, hey?" Fengchuan hurriedly blocked the dancing spirit. "Don't shout to kill and fight all the time. We came out to play, not to fight. Well, although you have no image now, you don't have any image, so I don't think it's much..."

"Who do you think has no image?"

"Okay, okay, calm down and listen to me. This time, everyone came out together. It was originally to eat, drink and have fun, but not to come out for a beauty pageant. Besides, when you see the delicious food I made, you will definitely have no image. It doesn't matter what happens now..."

"Who do you think has no image when they see food?"

"In a word - what about me, I'm very merciful this time. As long as you are obedient this time, don't care about the children and stop messing around. I promise to give you a gift when I go back, okay?"

Fengchuan blinked his eyes to Yaoling. Why do you think this action is so ambiguous...

Shouldn't...

Let's make snacks for Yaoling!

"Hey hey, really? Do you keep your word?"

"Of course... When did I lie to you? Well, it seems to be cheating every day... Don't say this - it's true this time!"

"So how do I look now?"

Yao Ling shook her slightly wrinkled long skirt. Fengchuan smiled miserably and was really impressed by Yao Ling. Why did he wear such a long skirt when he came out on an outing? And this color, how to describe it? Candy? Peaches? Rose cake?

Is it necessary to dress yourself as a sweet if you like sweets?

Fengchuan looked back, and the rest of them got out of the carriage and waited for the three of them under the tree over there. The green jade case stands by the lake, and the blue skirt is like a ripple in the wind. This temperament really wears blue to the extreme, and it is pleasing to the eyes no matter how you look at it.

Xia Gulin stood with her. They didn't know what they were talking about, and there was always a smile on Qingyu's face. This is really strange. Why do two people who rarely speak and are always serious become talking and laughing together?

"Yao Ling, Feng Chuan, Taiping!"

Fireworks and black plums took out the rare wine from the food box and put them on the mat, greeting the three of them.

Wumei looked at Fengchuan and Yaoling and didn't know what she said to the fireworks with a smile; the fireworks had become familiar with everyone. Although they did not speak, they also smiled faintly.

What are you whispering about? I can't hear.

"Well, Sister Wumei is calling us. Let's go."

Yaoling Fengchuan and Taiping walked to the edge of the mat. Qingyu Case and Xia Gulin also happened to come over. In addition, Wumei fireworks, Humei, Nangezi and Chu Yunshen, Wulingchun, Yan Qingdu, twelve people sat around together.

"Wow - there are so many delicious food today! It's delicious at a glance!"

Yao Ling almost threw himself into the vegetable plate. Fengchuan stopped her: "Of course. Everyone has worked so hard for the soul hunting for so long. Of course, I have to take out 80% of my skills and reward everyone.

"Huh? Why is it only 80%..." Yao Ling has pinched a piece of honey * juice lotus root and stuffed it into his mouth with a smile.

"With ten successes, you can't finish it for a few days and nights... You think everyone is like you, a bucket of rice..."

Fengchuan found that it was useless to scold Yao Ling when she was eating. When her mouth is full of food, her IQ is zero and her temper is negative.

"Hey, Yao idiot, why did you eat it first? The eldest brother hasn't moved his chopsticks yet! Look, Taiping is still sitting obediently. You are not as sensible as a child!"

"What? The naughty child was full after eating ingredients in the kitchen. He is the rice bucket. He can't tell the raw, fragrant and smelly..."

Although Xia Gulin didn't speak, he also silently poured wine and picked up vegetables for everyone. Naturally, Qingyu Case and Nan Gezi rarely eat with so many people. They are noisy, but they are also a little uncomfortable.

Everyone was eating happily, when Fengchuan suddenly held his cheeks and thought: It's too boring to eat like this. It's too boring to live up to the good mountains, rivers and good scenery... Isn't it said that literati and coquettish people will make great poetry in the face of mountains and rivers? It's better to...

"Why don't we do boxing! Yao Ling Yao Ling, you can't do boxing for so long. Come on, I'll teach you..."

"Go, I want to fight to find the gangsters in Yangchun Hall. I won't play with you."

"Cut - what are you pretending? You are also a gangster, a female gangster, a little girl gangster... What are you playing if you don't play boxing?"

"Play...hee hee." Yao Ling said to Wumei, "Sister Wumei, take out the good things I have prepared--"

Ah... I didn't expect Yao Ling to bring props. In addition to eating, she really still wanted to play...

I don't know what horrible it is. Fengchuan swallowed his saliva.

Umei quickly came back from the carriage, holding a signature holder in her hand. Huh?

Isn't it to play with flower sticks...

"This won't work! Absolutely not! This is played by girls. I don't play it!" One hundred and twenty people in Fengchuan hugged their shoulders if they didn't want to. What's wrong with Yao Ling? A person who cultivates immortals can't write poetry, and Fengchuan, a cook, can't...

Isn't this on the intention of looking for embarrassment?

"Well, don't think I don't know. You don't understand poetry at all. However, this flower sign is different from other places. In addition to "Thousand Poems", there are also good signatures created by me.

What? Remote spirit self-created? It's even more horrible. If you don't play, don't play...

Wu Lingchun took the signature from Wumei's hand, looked at it roughly, and forced his smile: "Virty, let's play this."

After he said that, he handed the signature to Xia Gulin. Xia Gulin also smiled. Wu Lingchun continued, "I think Yaoling spent a lot of time designing the signature tube, so we played it. How about it?"

Fengchuan is helpless. Punching, even if it's a drinking order, is not much more interesting than this. But today, there are two perverts who can't speak - fireworks and Ying Taiping, flower signatures and so on, which also take care of everyone.

"Is it designed by Remote Spirit? Then I want to have a good look." Wu Mei and others expressed their pleasure, and suddenly someone yawned a lot.

"Ah-uh-mu. You guys play, I won't participate..." Chu Yunshen was about to yawn a second time, but suddenly felt a pain in the arm held by Hu Mei. He grinned, "Participate, participate, didn't say no, hehe~~~"

So, the game starts with Xia Gulin. As soon as they signed out, Yaoling and Fengchuan couldn't wait to climb over to peek.

"Well, what kind of strange thing is this? What's painted on it is... It's actually a chair!"

"That's not a chair." Yao Ling was so angry that he glanced at Fengchuan, "This is the throne, the dragon chair seated by the emperor!"

"If you can't draw, don't draw... If you paint so ugly, why draw a dragon chair? It's strange..."

Xia Gulin stared at the words on the flower sign without saying a word.

"In the past, people are gone, but today the water is still cold. Note cloud: If you get this signature, drink a cup of yourself."

It turned out to be Luo Binwang's, "Yi Shui Farewell".

Why did you draw such a sentence? What does this have to do with the painted dragon chair?

In the past, there were no more people. Does this mean that who... died?

The water is still cold today. Speaking of water, Xia Gulin can only think of one person, Yan Lixi. For Xia Gulin, Mr. Zhushui is just a misrepresentative. The real owner of the cluster water sword is only Yan Lixi.

Actually... Since Yan Lixi replaced Xia Gu, the fates of the two have been staggered, overlapping and inverted...

Will the flower lot drawn by Xia Gulin today hint at the fate of Yan Lixi's future?

Xia Gulin gently pinched the flower stick and drank a glass of wine. A pair of living treasures in Yaoling Fengchuan quarreled endlessly, and unexpectedly overturned the stick, and all kinds of sticks scattered all over the ground.

"Stop it." Xia Gulin installed the flower stick and handed it to the Qingyu case.

"Well, I'm not arguing with you. It's time for Sister Qingyu to cast it next. I can guarantee that the lottery she drew must be a good match for her!"

The green jade case is slowly shaking. What she throws is a pear blossom stick - a distant spirit laughs secretly - the poem on it said:

"The spring breeze is not sure, and it blows to the jade steps."

"What kind of poem is this? I've never heard of it."

Qiu Wei's Zuoye Pear Blossom. Xia Gulin remembered this poem, and the whole poem was: "Cold and beautiful all bully the snow, and Yu Xiang suddenly entered the clothes. The spring breeze is not sure, blowing to the jade steps.

It is indeed a good match for the Qingyu case. Xia Gulin's lips are lightly hooked, whiter than snow and more fragrant than plum blossoms. Isn't this the green jade case? As for the last two sentences...

Spring breeze... blowing to... jade steps?

Xia Gulin noticed Wu Lingchun's inadvertent eyes. He remained calm and waited for the Qingyu case to be finished. Eleven o'clock. It happened to be a drink with Wu Lingchun.

"Well, how's it going? I said that my flower sticks are well made." Yao Ling glanced at Fengchuan and ran to Nan Gezi again. Next, of course, it was Nan Gezi. Yao Ling was excited and suddenly forgot the rules. He stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Nan Ge, let me help you choose!"

"Hey, stop and stop. This is not in line with the rules. Either put it back and let Brother Nange do it by himself, or this signature is your own!"

Fengchuan found that Yao Ling's expression was a little strange when he looked at the sign. He grabbed it with a sign and a tube with lightning speed.

Look.

"Puff...hahaha!" Fengchuan rolled up on the grass with a sign in his arms, laughing until tears came out, "Spring, a moment of spring night...haha..."

"What are you laughing at! Bring me the signature. It doesn't count this time!"

"Haha... The Spring Festival is worth a lot of money... The flowers are fragrant and the moon is yin... It's so in line with the remote infatuation. It's simply to describe the essence of her sex... Haha, it's too suitable for you... I didn't expect it to be so fun to throw flower sticks, hahaha..."

Xiao Fengchuan rolled happily on the ground. The insider laughed and said nothing, and the uninformed looked at each other.

The only thing Yao Ling wants to do is to kick Xiao Fengchuan fiercely. Kneeze him to death... kick him to death... It's okay not to mention this matter, but I don't want to play at all when I mention it. Why do you want to write this sentence? What's more hateful is the wind and rain flowers signed on the painting...

No, no, no matter how stupid Yaoling is, he can't do such a stupid thing to dig his grave. I remembered that when ordering the signature tube, the kind boss gave her a few old signatures. Yao Ling didn't look carefully and accepted it with a smile.

What a coincidence... It's simply designed for a dreamlike event.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh here alone. Humph."

Yao Ling turned around and ignored him - no, it's time to take care of Xiao Fengchuan...

"What about Fengchuan? Why don't you come?" Nan Gezi asked.

"Ah, he just drew a good sign, and he was a little excited--" Yao Ling said and took out a flower sign from behind to show it to everyone. "It's my carefully designed special sign, which is different from the two just now!"