Rebirth of the Northern Giants

"Uncle..." Xiaolu waited to say more.

In the darkness, a large group of people suddenly rushed out, swarming up and holding Ye Zhikui who was about to enter the door.

"Ye Shuai! You are too cunning."

"Ye Shuai, you can't be too shameless."

Everyone started to criticize Ye Zhikui.

Ye Zhikui was dragged into a mess, saw Wang Xiaosheng was hiding behind Wenbai Mountain, met people who were not nice, and didn't know people well, so he couldn't help but raised his voice and said ironically: "Xiaosheng, you are doing well!"

Wang Xiaosheng stretched out his head timidly, and replied: "Ye Shuai, you can sacrifice yourself, and let us all be happy."

Wu Dashan yelled inside: "Bride, if you want us to let Ye Shuai in, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Sheng Huiyi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was delighted and flustered when she saw Ye Zhikui come in, but this time when everyone came to make trouble in the bridal chamber, she felt at ease.

Sheng Huiyi heard the words and said generously: "Generals, I don't know how you are going to embarrass the little girl?"

Yan Dunyuan in the crowd rolled his eyes, smiled slightly, stepped forward and said, "If the bride can compose a poem in seven steps, we are satisfied, and she will let Ye Shuai in."

Yan Dunyuan is the 72st grandson of Yanzi (Yan Yan), one of the "Ten Great Sages" among the [-] disciples of Confucius. He came from a scholarly family, so he naturally thought of a more elegant idea.

The rest of the people's eyes lit up when they heard the words, and they readily agreed. They didn't dare to go too far, otherwise Ye Shuai, who is cautious, might give them small shoes in the future.This method is good, it is neither rude nor difficult, if Sheng Huiyi can't answer it, it will not be too late for them to think about other punishments.

"That's good, little girl, listen carefully!" Sheng Huiyi stood up and replied straight away, but Ye Zhikui was a little worried, and he couldn't help you with writing poetry.

"Okay, we won't make it difficult for you, just ask the bride to use any parts of Ye Shuai's body as the topic, and think of three poems within seven steps." Yan Dunyuan said unhurriedly, he still had some reservations, I dare not ask Sheng Huiyi to compose three poems by himself, but the poems of predecessors can be used.

Your sister, it's not difficult, who can't think of it for a moment, Ye Zhikui has the intention of killing Yan Dunyuan.

After Yan Dunyuan finished speaking, everyone rushed to look at Sheng Huiyi, waiting for her to make a mistake so that they could propose punishment conditions.

Sheng Huiyi paced up and down, and just finished taking a step, she said softly: "The first poem of the little girl is about the hair of the husband,...seeing the sun and the elixir, and the calligraphy talisman to save the sick..., you deserve the power of cinnabar, and you have black hair in spring." new."

Everyone looked at the few strands of white hair on Ye Zhikui's head, and couldn't help clapping their hands and applauding loudly, without any objection.

Sheng Huiyi finished reading without stopping, and continued: "The little girl continued to talk about the eyebrows of the husband: the arm is strong and the bow is accurate, and the body is as light as flying on a horse. There are two crooked eyebrows,..."

Wu Dashan and the others stretched their necks, seeing Sheng Huiyi compose another song, admiring and at the same time very depressed, they all secretly hoped that she would not be able to compose the last one.

Sheng Huiyi walked two steps in a row, did not disappoint Ye Zhikui, but disappointed everyone, and said: "The last one is about the height of my husband: he is a twenty-year-old Jin Wu, and he is seven feet long. He has a beard. Yumenguan is far away and lonely. Shawanli Phytophthora wilt."

Yang Du said softly: "This is "The Song of General Yumenguan Gai" by Cen Shen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Unexpectedly, Miss Sheng is familiar with poetry and books. It seems that we have lost this time."

After Sheng Huiyi's three poems came down, Wu Dashan hurriedly asked how Yan Dunyuan was doing.

Although Yan Dunyuan was unwilling, he still nodded and said, "The bride has passed."

When the other people heard the words, they complained to Yan Dunyuan, saying that he came up with a bad idea.

Seeing this, Ye Zhikui smiled secretly, and shouted: "Okay, everyone, the night is late, the pass is over, and it's time for you to go back."

Wen Baishan said with a smile: "Ye Shuai can't wait anymore, let's step down, Ye Shuai, you can sleep in the same bed after a hundred years of cultivation, and sleep together after a thousand years of cultivation. I wish you a happy wedding."

The group had no choice but to disperse slowly. In the dark night, they could still hear voices blaming Yan Dunyuan.

Ye Zhikui heaved a sigh of relief, and walked in the door.

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"Uncle, Miss! I'm going out first." Xiaolu glanced at Ye Zhikui with dark eyes, then Shi Shiran walked out and closed the door.

After Sheng Huiyi finished reading the poem, she had already returned to the bedside and sat down quietly, without making any sound.

Ye Zhikui saw her slender figure, coquettish and seductive, so he walked forward step by step, and said with a smile: "I never thought that our Mrs. Ye is still a talented woman."

Seeing Sheng Huiyixiang shrugging her shoulders and weeping softly, Ye Zhikui was startled, and stepped forward to carefully lift off her red hijab, only to see a string of crystal tears had left on Sheng Huiyi's face.

"Brother Ye, I'm homesick!" Sheng Huiyi's delicate and delicate dimples were a little apprehensive, she hadn't been able to adapt to the sudden transformation from a rich lady to Ye Zhikui's wife.

Sheng Huiyi could be elegant and dignified in front of others, but in front of Ye Zhikui, she let go of all her guard, showed her sincere emotions, and became a helpless little girl.

Ye Zhikui wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his hands fully concentrated, and comforted him: "Silly girl, stay with Big Brother Ye from now on and become my wife, and we will be a family."

Sheng Huiyi's delicate cherry lips turned up slightly, and she said charmingly: "Then you can't bully me in the future."

Ye Zhikui saw that her shattered cheeks were stained with tears, so he couldn't help but took a towel and wiped it gently: "It's too late for me to hurt you, how could I bully you."

Sheng Huiyi burst into tears and laughed, and said happily: "Okay, let's make an agreement like this. If you bully me in the future, you will be a puppy. Then what shall we do next?"

"Of course I'm sleeping, what else can I do!" Ye Zhikui replied with a serious face.

Seeing Sheng Huiyi bowing his head meekly, Ye Zhikui smiled and said, "Before that, we still have to drink a cup of wine."

After the two finished drinking, Ye Zhikui frowned, sighed suddenly, and said with some concern: "I don't know how Xiao Linglong is doing now."

Sheng Huiyi pouted when she heard the words: "You are worried about that little girl, so go to her side."

Ye Zhikui pinched Sheng Huiyi's small and exquisite nose, stood up and said, "Then thank you Miss Sheng."

Seeing that Ye Zhikui really left, Sheng Huiyi couldn't help panicking, stomped his feet angrily, and said softly, "Brother Ye, you just said you won't bully me, you're lying!"

Ye Zhikui would really leave right there, turned around and smiled and grabbed Sheng Huiyi's Qianqian fingers, hugged Sheng Huiyi's light body into his arms and said, "You and Xiao Linglong are both my favorites, and Xiao Linglong is older than you. Little, aren't you more homesick and worried than you?"

Sheng Huiyi said with some hesitation: "The little girl is pitiful, but I don't want to leave Brother Ye either."

Ye Zhikui laughed and said, "Actually, it's not impossible to solve it."

Sheng Huiyi frowned, and asked in confusion: "What method?"

Ye Zhikui didn't answer, but amidst Sheng Huiyi's exclamation, he hugged her to the bed, rolled her up with a quilt, and continued to hug her up with a sinister smile: "The way is for us to go there together."

Hearing this, Sheng Huiyi bit her lips and said in disbelief, "Brother Ye, you must have planned it out, right?"

Ye Zhikui looked at her shy face, put his fingers on her bright red lips and said softly, "Don't talk, we'll go there now."

Sheng Huiyi's whole body was wrapped in the quilt, unable to move her hands and feet, so she could only bury her head in the quilt, letting Ye Zhikui carry her out of the room secretly, and then quickly walked towards Xiao Linglong's room.

Xiao Linglong was sitting alone in the room sulking, she even put her hair down, when the servant girl told her just now that Ye Zhikui had gone to the black-faced woman's room.

"Bad guy, Brother Ye, if you don't take Xiao Linglong seriously, you will forget about me if you have a black-faced woman." Xiao Linglong pouted, and there was a trace of tears in her bright eyes.

Ye Zhikui hurriedly knocked on the door, but Xiao Linglong replied, "There's no need to wait, I'm already lying down."

Ye Zhikui guessed that she regarded him as a servant, so he couldn't help calling softly: "Little Linglong, open the door quickly, it's Brother Ye."

Brother Ye?Xiao Linglong was overjoyed for a while, wiped her eyes quickly, then ran over in a bounce, opened the door, only to see Ye Zhikui hugging the quilt.