Everyone looked at the scholar in blue who was born in this face, with different expressions, but most of them were disdainful.

Why?

Because the familiar faces they recognize are all famous and famous in Tianhai County, such as Mr. Bai and Mr. Hang.

The former is the legitimate son of the largest gentry family in Tianhai County, and the other is the son of the magistrate of Tianhai County...

Where did this scholar with a bearded face wearing a blue dress come out? He must have been smart after studying for a few years...

On this side, as the host, Scholar Ziyi is not stupid, so naturally he can see that the Scholar Qingyi suddenly appeared to rescue the Scholar Baiyi.

But people said so pertinently that they could not force themselves to refuse in front of everyone.

The scholar in purple clothes then looked open-minded and cheerful, saying, "You are kind to me, this friend, the visitor is a guest. Tonight's poetry friends meeting was originally intended to invite everyone to come and cultivate their sentiments. Please feel free to me, brother."

The scholar in Qingyi nodded and smiled, put his hands behind his back, pondered for a moment, and said, "There is no airtight on all sides, and the inside is biting cold, which is the word "picture"."

"Brother Bai, am I right?" He asked the scholar in white with a smile.

picture……

The scholar in white suddenly realized, and a light suddenly flashed across his eyes.

He raised his hand and stroked his palm, "Congratulations, you answered correctly, it is indeed a picture with some pictures!"

At this time, the others on the seat also savored the logic and nodded in praise.

The scholar in white looked at the scholar in blue who was diagonally opposite again, and inexplicably came out to help him save his siege and show goodwill to him. What was the plan for?

The scholar in white smiled with a meaningful smile: "Look back and serve the wine."

The scholar in blue was smiling and was about to sit down, but was stopped by the scholar in purple.

"I didn't expect that this brother is a master who is still a hidden master in guessing riddles. I admire him. I haven't asked my brother for his surname Gao yet? Where can I live?" The purple scholar asked with a smile.

Hearing this, the smile of the scholar in Qingyi became a little strange.

"Young Master Hang, what you said made me a little embarrassed. You are the host tonight. The invitation letter on me was written by you. You invited me to attend your poetry friends' meeting. Why did I get on the boat and actively participate? Instead, you asked me about my family background? This... I can only laugh..."

The words of the scholar Qingyi made some people in the seat laugh, and were accompanied by whispers.

The scholar in white even laughed directly, "Young Master Hang is busy with all kinds of things every day, and you forget about things for the nobles. It is normal not to remember you, so you don't have to be serious!"

The scholar in Qingyi slashed open the paper fan in his hand, slapped it gently, smiled slightly, and shook his head gently.

The purple-style scholar's face turned red. He smiled awkwardly and raised his hand to arch the Qingyi scholar: "I have a bad memory, I am ashamed. Please sit down, brother, let's continue playing."

The scholar in Qingyi was not serious, so he sat down with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to show off at first, but the scholar in white was her prey. If she wanted to get close to him, she naturally had to show goodwill.

He could not answer the puzzle just now, so it was a good opportunity. Opportunities were fleeting and they had to be seized.

So, after sitting down again, the scholar in white opposite him looked at him frequently.

Yang Ruoqing also raised the wine cup in front of her and signaled to the white scholar opposite her, taking a sip.

The scholar in white also smiled slightly, picked up the wine cup and drank to each other a distance from each other, as if the entertainment of the others in the elegant room had nothing to do with them.

Outside the corridor of the elegant room, a man in a black robe stood there with a long and handsome face, his eyes crossing the crowd and falling on Yang Ruoqing and the scholar in white who raised his glasses to her frequently.

A certain man frowned.

Although he knew that his wife came to the banquet tonight to help him investigate the case, when he saw this scene, he felt like a cat was placing on his heart and scratching him, feeling very uncomfortable.

I knew my wife would stand out like this, so he should have put a few more beards on her mouth before going out, and it would be better to put a beard on her.

There is also someone with the surname Bai. You kid should be honest. If you dare to attack my wife, you will peel you off!

"Master, Lord Hang has been waiting for you on the third floor for a long time." Ye Yi arrived quietly and whispered to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang just came to his senses.

Before leaving, he looked at the scholar in white in the elegant room again. It happened that the scholar in white raised his head and collided with Luo Fengtang's gaze.

The back of the scholar in white suddenly felt cold, as if an ice knife was cut off against his scalp, and his body became cold.

When he came to his senses, the man wearing a black robe outside had long disappeared.

The man in white was stunned on the spot, feeling ten thousand suspicious, so he had to quickly pick up the wine and drink a big mouthful of shock.

The drum sound as sudden as rain suddenly stopped, and a red flower ball fell into the arms of the scholar in purple.

Everyone smiled and said, "Host, it's your time to chant a song."

Yang Ruoqing and the scholar in white both looked at the scholar in purple. Only then did they realize that this part was improvising poems in front of a portrait of a beautiful woman holding a pipa.

When you beat the drum and pass the flowers, you have to do it when you pass it to anyone. This is the rule.

So the scholar in purple smiled and stood up. He first bowed to everyone, "Then I will throw the bricks and jade to make one."

"When the waning moon goes out, the beauty leaves tears. The pipa is golden and green feathers, and the yellow orioles are sing on the strings. People around the trunk are like the moon, and people in the green windows are like flowers! The red sleeves of the building are full of red, and I advise me to return home early!"

The scholar in purple clothes chanted his own poems in a slight manner, and he seemed to be immersed in it and could not extricate himself.

Others also shook their heads and savored the poems of the Scholar in Purple, with different expressions and many intoxicated.

The scholar in white smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Hang is really a lover. This green, thin and fat man is all beauties. The lines are all pity for the beauty. Being truly poetic and picturesque, gentle in the country, life is so happy and wonderful, but it does not mean that the sufferings of the world, the sadness of the people, the rise and fall of the country, alas!"

The scholar in purple had a smug smile on his face, but he didn't expect that the scholar in white had changed his tone and turned into something that criticized him for being a romantic person.

No matter how good the scholar in purple has a good temper and scheming, he doesn't want to endure it anymore.

"Brother Bai, talking about the wind and the moon are not in conflict with the world. We gather here tonight. Brother Bai, please give me three points of thin air and don't always say something bad."

The scholar in white snorted coldly, "The same thing, I came to you to join the party of love and love to fulfill your filial piety to my father. The order of my father cannot be violated. If you think that my presence is a great disaster, it's okay. I will leave by myself, so I will say goodbye!"

After the scholar in white said that, he really stood up and left with his sleeves, and could not stop him.
Chapter completed!