After Liu Wenyang's clever and random defense, the image of a talented man suddenly shines brightly.

‘Mr. Liu, I’m very sorry. Maybe I really misunderstood you before.’ Aunt Jin said to him.

Liu Wenyang had never heard her say such things, and hurriedly said, "Where is no one, no one is wrong, let alone just a small misunderstanding, I won't take it in my heart... Oh, it's getting late, I think I'm going back."

Liu Wenyang felt that the request seemed to be wrong, so he started to apply oil to the soles of his feet so that he would not be stuck to him by Aunt Jin, a literary girl from the Ming Dynasty. But he was slower, but he saw Aunt Jin take out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and smiled warmly: "Although I think it's a bit inappropriate, I still have a heartless request... I hope you can write another poem, so that I can carefully study it and taste it..."

Liu Wenyang: ‘This... I don’t think it’s necessary! It’s getting late, and I still have to hurry up!’

Aunt Jin looked at him with beautiful eyes and said, "If it's because of this, I can ask someone to send you back, and I hope you can give me some advice..."

Why does this girl look like a dog skin plaster?

Liu Wenyang was helpless. If he refused, it would undoubtedly make the other party suspicious again, wondering whether he would write lyrics. If he accepted it, he was afraid that she would always stick to her like this in the future. After all, the inventory in her belly was limited. If good steel was used on the blade, how could it be wasted on this woman in vain?

But it is obvious that I can't take off without showing my hands, so Liu Wenyang said helplessly: "That's OK, but I wonder what you want me to write?"

Aunt Jin seemed very happy. When she was sure that Liu Wenyang could really make such a wonderful poem as "Mulan Ci", she was full of hope and expectation for him.

‘It’s better to have a poem that suits the situation. You see, it starts to snow outside the window…’ Aunt Jin said emotionally intimately.

Seeing that she was like this, Liu Wenyang turned his hand behind his back and began to pace.

When Aunt Jin saw him walking, she couldn't help but think that Gu asked the great talent Cao Zhi could make a poem in seven steps. Is it hard for Liu Wenyang to do it?

At this time, Liu Wenyang was in distress. When he heard Aunt Jin say he wanted to write a poem about "Snow", he immediately remembered Mao Taizu's popular and domineering ", but immediately he thought of this as the Ming Dynasty, what is the most powerful? Jinyiwei. The secret service agency!

I guess as long as I write this poem, I might lose my head immediately! Therefore, this poem is absolutely impossible, unless I want to be reincarnated and reincarnated, I will go to the Naihe Bridge for a leisurely walk.

But if you don’t write this poem, what should you write?!

Next to him, Aunt Jin, who had been paying attention to him, counting how many steps he had paced, one step, two steps, three steps...

Then he heard Liu Wenyang start to chant: "A journey of the mountain, a journey of the water, and walk towards the banks of Poyang. There are thousands of tents and lights in the middle of the night. The wind and snow will break the dream of the hometown. There is no such sound in the hometown.

Aunt Jin was still confused at first. She felt that the poem was like a small order. As for the meaning... She suddenly remembered something. She heard that Liu Wenyang was about to leave Taohua Town and go to Poyang County to do business. Could it be that this was a poem he expressed with emotion and missed his hometown?!

The more I figured out, the more I felt the taste was full. The more I chewed, the more I felt that this poem was almost natural, but I felt that this poem was affectionate like a heartless person. If my lover was good, I would be hurt by his feelings... I really didn't expect that this little young master Liu was such a rich and delicate person.

However, although this song is good, it is not as wonderful as his previous song "Mulan Ci". It made Aunt Jin a little dissatisfied, because she was not just looking for Liu Wenyang's talent this time, but because she will attend a poetry conference soon, and want to use a few wonderful poems to shock those opponents who are above the top.

Just when Aunt Jin was looking forward to hoping that Liu Wenyang would have another song, Liu Wenyang did not disappoint her.

I saw him look at the curtain sadly outside, and then chant softly: "The snow has just fallen outside the curtain, the fragrance of the green cover has not disappeared. I sit alone at night and I want to be tired, and the dream is far away, and the dream is even more lonely."

This time, Aunt Jin, who was copying with Qingyin, was completely obsessed with it. If the previous poem was about Liu Wenyang's own homesickness, then this poem was obviously about Aunt Jin, her loneliness in the deep boudoir!

The snow is falling outside the curtain, and the fragrance of the green cover has not disappeared. Sitting alone at night, people want to be tired, and the dream is far away, and the dream is broken and even more lonely.

At this moment, the scene is completely appropriate, and the appropriate cannot be more appropriate! Even depicting all your inner feelings and feelings! Liu Wenyang is simply a thief who has penetrated into his heart! He has stole the most sensitive secret deep in his heart.

But why can he understand himself so clearly?! Could it be that he has been paying attention to himself, observing himself, and even... like himself?!

Thinking of this, Aunt Jin couldn't help but take her eyes and sneaked at Liu Wenyang, but saw Liu Wenyang's hot eyes staring at her. Aunt Jin was a little panicked and hurriedly turned around and said, "Why are you looking at me? Okay, I want to copy this poem down..."

While talking, Aunt Jin turned around and picked up a pen to copy Liu Wenyang's poem on the snow-white rice paper. A few seconds later, Aunt Jin saw Liu Wenyang walking towards her from the corner of her eyes.

‘Auntie, you like me too…’ Liu Wenyang said behind her.

‘…’

Hearing Liu Wenyang's words, Aunt Jin nodded almost subconsciously. But after a while, Aunt Jin seemed to realize something, her face was so hot that it was about to burn, and she stammered. "Liu...Liu Wenyang, what did you... what did you say? How could I... like you...'

Liu Wenyang smiled and said, "Auntie, what are you thinking about? I asked you, but I like this poem, so I asked this question... Why do you think I'm asking that? Hehe, do you think I want to be with you...'

This warm and joking tone made Aunt Jin even more blushed, turned around in a pissy and said coquettishly: "Then what's the intention of sneaking behind me just now? Could it be that it was a gentleman's doing it?"

Liu Wenyang was slightly stunned and stared at Aunt Jin for a few seconds. Why did she become so bold? She was like a frightened little white rabbit just now. The tricky and mean Aunt Jin who used to bicker with her is back again?!

Seeing Liu Wenyang staring at her in a daze, Aunt Jin curled her lips and snorted: "What's wrong? Do you think you're inappropriate, so you're speechless?"

Liu Wenyang did not answer, but looked at Aunt Jin Baoer in a daze, but she felt coquettish and angry, and she looked even more charming, especially her pink cheeks were full of brilliance and indescribable beauty.

Aunt Jin, who had originally scolded Liu Wenyang with her slim waist, suddenly realized something was wrong. However, seeing that Liu Wenyang's eyes were staring at her face unscrupulously, her heart pounded a few times, as if there were two hot flames in Liu Wenyang's eyes, wherever she passed, her skin seemed to burn with a raging burn.

Aunt Jin wanted to rebuke Liu Wenyang's rude behavior loudly, but when the words came to his mouth, his tone changed, as if he was murmuring to his lover: "You... what are you looking at...'' eyes are like spring water, with a hint of seductive ambiguousness. As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Jin's delicate cheeks immediately covered with a layer of drunken redness.

‘Auntie, you are so beautiful!’ Liu Wenyang said softly, then grabbed her white wrist and gently walked backwards.

'ah!'

Aunt Jin shouted softly and her delicate body rushed forward. She didn't expect that Liu Wenyang would be so bold and dare to grab her arm. Now that Liu Wenyang moved like this, Aunt Jin was caught off guard and her whole body fell into Liu Wenyang's arms.

Liu Wenyang couldn't help but act subconsciously, but at this time he felt Aunt Jin's soft body, and his whole body suddenly became hot. He couldn't help but stretch his hand around Aunt Jin's slender waist.

Aunt Jin's cheeks were covered with red glow, but a few flustered eyes flashed in her eyes. She struggled hard in Liu Wenyang's arms: "You... don't do this..."

But as soon as she said this, Liu Wenyang's lips had already blocked her red lips domineeringly, and all the words below her turned into a long moan that made people sway.

When Liu Wenyang was attacked by Liu Wenyang, Aunt Jin's body suddenly froze. But within a few seconds, Liu Wenyang began to suck the sweet fragrance between her lips. She suddenly felt like her body had been sucked by Liu Wenyang, and she instantly collapsed. And the heart also floated slowly, not knowing where she was. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!