Chapter 90: For Dark Fragrance (Add Update for Blue Bear)

Because I slept too much in the afternoon and at night, I got up very early the next day. I walked out of the guest room leisurely and guessed that the snow might stop in the middle of the night. There was a red glow on the edge of the distant mountain, and the thick snow covered the whole yard. At this time, several rough women were sweeping out of the path. The mountain wind rushed towards me, and the snow only felt that the air was cool and sweet.

I couldn't help walking out of the garden. The roof and canopy of the temple are covered with thick snow quilts. The living scenery is like a good poem. Of course, it is a good poem written by others. And under his feet, the creaking sound was very crisp. In the corner of the courtyard, a slanted plum was sticking out, reflecting the snow, and Ling Han opened alone.

Why must it be Zhou Bo? In fact, Xuejian doesn't know himself very well. Just because of the deed of sale? Or is it because of habitual dependence? Or is it because, even with all kinds of common diseases of the ancients, she still believes that Zhou Bo will keep his promise? Zhou Bo's burning eyes seemed to be imprinted in her mind, making her blush involuntarily, and involuntarily smile, and involuntarily think, can the feelings of the two people be like this arrogant snowy cold plum in this cold feudal time? I fragrance myself and I don't care about Chunlan and autumn chrysanthemum?

"Alas," he sighed gently and felt that the more he thought about Xuejian, the more he understood. He lowered his head and thought about it. When he looked up again, Qingling's bright eyes slowly smiled.

Take back your mind and think about it. I'm Xuejian. I'm a cross-travelling girl Xuejian. There must be a road in front of the mountain. Only when the road is far away can I know the horsepower. Over time, I will see people's hearts. Ah, I'm off topic.

"I know it's not snow, in order to have a dark fragrance." The mood was right, and there was no one left or right. Xue saw her heart and secretly plagiarized half of the poem. It was beautiful, and suddenly there was a sound in the wall.

She blushed with fear, strengthened her grief as strength, pulled up the corners of her skirt, took out the speed of 100 meters of sprint and ran back with tears. Nima, it's so shameful! **Poem, not ** complete, only half of it is remembered! I'm going to wear it back to make up for a Chinese department, and then wear it back!

Actually, if it's only half of the song, or the lyrics, she also remembers a lot, but it's too shameful to take it out! With the courage of her previous life and this life, she really dare not pretend to be a talented woman. I'm afraid that she will be slapped to death by the rear wearer with a modern artifact - brick.

Crossing this incident is really bold and starving to death. Some people use various types of poems of different styles as if they were Guan Gong's dance knives, and some people are like snow-seeing people who retreat fearful. Alas, she'd better concentrate on the job of the night watch girl, which is not technical.

"The prince?"

As soon as Wang Conghan suddenly turned out of the corner door, he saw a young man in a white Confucian scarf who came in front of him. He was the son of Duke Ding. A while ago, the prince was ordered to be on credit. Because he was about the same age, and the son did not have an airs, gentle and elegant personality, he became acquainted with the free and unobstructed Bai Yitian and Wang Conghan, who had unique insights.

Nangubo's face was a little dry and inexplicable. His eyes were also looking around, but his mouth was polite: "What a coincidence. Brother Han also came here to be happy?"

"It arrived yesterday." Wang Conghan nodded and said naturally, "I had made an appointment with my cousin and others to go up the mountain to enjoy plum blossoms today. I just heard the voice of my friend's girl outside and thought they came out first, so I followed them out."

"I know it's not snow, in order to have a dark fragrance?" The son's eyes condensed, and his expression was a little anxious and asked.

"That's right to hear the voice!" Wang Conghan was a little uneasy, but said more lightly on her face, "The rural girl can't read, but she always makes strange words. The furniture that often comes and goes is used to listening. Fortunately, my friend has always condoned her."

Nangubo nodded as he listened. In just a moment, he regained his warm and jade-like temperament and said without hesitation, "Listening to such a good poem, I can't help yearning for the person who writes the poem." He smiled and said, "Friends from the cold must be elegant, so that there must be such a fragrant beauty."

Wang Conghan refused to answer again. Instead, he pointed to the plum garden on the mountain and said with a smile, "Sir, why don't we enjoy the snow and plums together later?"

Nangubo shook his head and looked down at the boots that had just been wet in the snow: "We're going down the mountain today. Let's get together again tomorrow."

Wang Conghan smiled and arched his hand and said, "Master, have a good journey."

Seeing Nangubo and his party leave, Wang Conghan returned to the courtyard. Zhou Bo and Bai Yitian had already got up and went to the entrance of Wuhua Garden to find their mother-in-law and announced that they saw the three of them. Then they came out of the back door of the Wind Temple and ran to the plum garden in a slightly lower place.

"You guys, a few songs too!" The so-called literati and coquettish people must say a few words when they meet the scene of love. Bai Yitian is no exception. With some urgency, he made two songs first. He can't help but be complacent and resolutely put himself on the opposite side of everyone and dared to challenge everyone. Yao Yingcan sneered: "Even if you are also called poetry, I will write seven or eight songs, so what?"

Bai Yitian's eyes were about to stare and said, "Seven or eight songs, where are they now?" Yao Yingcan said coldly again, "I'm afraid that I can only throw you into the mud."

"Bai Yitian used to be in a state of fighting all the time." Xue Jian sighed in her heart. Yao Yingcan is a hundred times more sensitive than himself, not timid, and quite chivalrous! The so-called chivalrous women, Xuejian is uniformly identified as chivalrous women who do not bow their heads to men and dare to challenge boys.

Listening to the two quarreling and occasionally fighting a few poems, Xuejian did not dare to copy the poems of his previous life. He only silently walked to the end with Wang Congmeng and enjoyed a few white eyes from time to time. Wang Congmeng knew that Xuejian could not read. Seeing that she was silent, he comforted her with a little intention: "Actually, poets are also caused by their prosperity. There is no need to talk about high and low. If it is for this, it will be meaningless.

"Listen to Xue Jian, it's all good." Xue saw a heartless smile.

(Please understand these amazing talents like Xue Jian, or Baidu 500 years of poems about snow, as these people write them.)

"Brother, you are more and more silent today," while playing and watching. After a while, Wang Congmeng and Yao Yingcan also wrote excellent works one after another. Wang Cong couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you scared by our talent?"

After listening to this sentence, Wang Conghan smiled gently and said, "I got up early today and occasionally got a few words, and I actually felt that it was much better than those of you just now!"

"I'd like to see if my cousin has any good poems. Come on!"

Last night, a heavy snow suppressed all the plum blossoms full of mountains and valleys, but this plum blossom was not afraid of snowflakes at all. Instead, the color was more prosperous against the white snow, which made the mountains more affectionate and picturesque.

Wang Conghan gently flicked the snow on the plum branches around him, "I know it's not snow, for the dark fragrance!"

It was quiet all around for a moment. Xue looked at him stunned and said in her heart, Sure enough, the voice was you!

Wang Conghan looked at Xuejian's expression but thought, as expected, that person is you, full of dark fragrance, and the ice and snow are difficult to carve!

Zhou Bo suddenly turned around and saw the person who made him heartbroken under the plum tree. He bullied the frost and snow, and crushed the beautiful plum, and even compared the people around him and waited for a scene. It's true that it's not snow, in order to have a dark fragrance!

"What a good sentence!" Everyone clapped their hands and cheered. Wang Congmeng whispered several times, and Fang looked up and smiled, "Big brother, how can you get such a good sentence?" Bai Yitian and others woke up. This mood is definitely inconsistent with Wang Conghan's style. Thinking of him, he said that he got up early and looked at Wang Conhan with bad intentions and said, "My cousin got up early today. It turned out that he met a beautiful woman and went to the dark fragrance appointment."

"What's the matter," Wang Conhan explained anxiously and peeked at it. Xue saw a pretty face as red as a morning glow, and stared at Bai Yitian fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense."

The group of people quarreled and passed away. Wang Conhan's mouth was already strict, and Bai Yitian had to sigh that this gentleman was too boring!

Only Zhou Bo just looked along Wang Conghan's eyes, but Xue was uncomfortable. He was not happy. He pulled Xue and fell behind and asked in a low voice, "What good have you done?"

When Xue saw his guilty heart, he whispered: "Where...there is..."

Zhou Bo didn't say anything, and Xuejian couldn't help looking up at him, "I didn't see Mr. Wang in the morning, really." Zhou Bo stared at her. Xuejian couldn't help pretending to tremble and whispered to him, "Dalang, you look like a big ice cube!"

"What? Do you also feel cold?" Zhou Bo said that Xue Jian couldn't stand it anymore and raised his eyebrows and said, "I really haven't seen Mr. Wang in private!" Zhou Bo sneered, "I said, have you seen it?"

Xue saw that if she hadn't been able to beat Zhou Bo, she had already started to fight. At this time, she felt that she was unreasonable to swallow her anger, so she put it in her waist and said, "I haven't seen it! However, I recited half a poem in the courtyard and ran back for fear of being heard by others. Who knew that it was really heard by Mr. Wang? Isn't it my fault?" With that, his eyes turned, pushed Zhou Bo hard and hit the plum tree next to him, and then turned around and jumped away.

"It's so boring!" Slaping the snow falling under the plum blossoms, Zhou Bo frowned, but there was a smile in his eyes: "I don't believe that such a good poem can be thought of by a bean brain like you. Tell me, where did you get it?"

Xue stared at Zhou Bo with hatred, "I didn't tell you that I came up with it myself!"

Zhou Bo then raised his hand to take a little snow on Mei, rubbed it into a small snowball in his hand, and hit Xuejian. Xue Jian was stunned. This action was inconsistent with Zhou Da Shao's image. There was no intimate atmosphere, which was really counterproductive.

Zhou Bo was very happy to see Xue Jian's stunned and beaten, so he teamed up the snowball and played again. Xue Jian was in a hurry: "But let you score three points, do you really think I'm easy to bully?" He bent down and threw a snowball at Zhou Bo.

About the popular battle mode of snowball fights, it is easy for ancients and modern people, adults and children to mobilize their combat effectiveness. In this way, the two people fought crazily regardless. The first few people heard the noise and turned around and couldn't help petrified, "Is this the situation?"

"Look, over there!"

"Ah!"

"Be careful!"