Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Although he maliciously planned a wave of the other party in his heart, but after all, he was kindly invited, and Gu Nan was too embarrassed to smear other people's face.

Idle is idle.

Gu Nan did it again: "Then let's talk about it first, you will take care of the drinks."

"Success." Zhao Yiren was also quite straightforward, and immediately waved his hand: "Old lady, bring me two more jugs of wine. By the way, help me and this brother beside me sign up."

The season of snow in November and February.

The street outside the East Hairpin Tower is half white, with a cold wind blowing, and a few poor beggars are still begging on the street in tattered clothes.

Inside the East Hairpin Building, there is the Biyu Hall, where the fire is burning inside, and it is as warm as spring, even if you only wear a single shirt, it will not be cold.

People drank wine and talked about the poems and songs, and the picturesque beauties.

Behind the hall, there is a small pavilion covered with a white gauze, making it difficult to see the people inside, but she is the focus of all of them.

At this time, the painting fairy was sitting in the small pavilion, the charming smile on her face had receded, she did not have the charming look in front of the hall at all, but she was wearing an indifferent indifference.

Originally, I thought that I could rely on my flimsy performance to protect myself, but after all, the woman who came here couldn't escape and give it to others.

Think of what the old mother said to her today.

The corner of Huaxian's mouth curled into a sad smile.

She has already been heartbroken, so what if she just finds someone casually?

There was no sound in the pavilion, but there was a commotion outside the pavilion, but the poetry meeting had already started.

Chapter 23: I want to say that winter is still like spring

"Please draw the fairy girl to come up with a question."

A servant girl called out, took a roll of bamboo slips, walked to the small pavilion behind, sighed softly, and slowly handed the bamboo slips in.

She understands Huaxian's current situation, Huaxian treats these servants very well on weekdays, but unfortunately she is just a servant, and there is nothing she can do about it.

The servant girl said softly, "Miss Huaxian, come up with a question."

Huaxian didn't make a sound, took the bamboo slips, and wrote a few words on the bamboo slips.

He put down the pen and handed it out.

The servant girl took the bamboo slips, went back to the front of the hall, opened the bamboo slips and read aloud.

"This situation, this scene, this person."

The title of the poem is three words, but nothing is specified, as if there is no specified theme.

This situation is nothing more than the winter time, and this person is nothing more than the immortal in that painting.

However, what everyone can see is different.

There was a short period of silence in the hall, and soon there was the sound of writing softly, and it seemed that someone already had an idea.

Gu Nan sat beside Zhao Yiren, their seats were near the window, and they sat cross-legged on the rug.

After pouring a glass of wine, he gently opened the window, some cold wind came in, and Gu Nan looked at the street scene outside the window.

He took a sip of wine to warm himself up.

What a luxury.

I just saw Zhao Yiren just to sign up, and I spent a full two hundred gold to buy a seat here.

Everyone was thinking hard, Zhao Yiren was biting his pen, apparently still had no idea.

Gu Nan is probably the most leisurely person in this hall.

Changed to a comfortable position, leaning against the window, letting the slightly cold wind blow her temples.

Looking from the tall building, I happened to see a beggar limping through the snow dragging a cloth bag.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

For some reason, she remembered this sentence.But she herself is also the one in the wealthy family.

Without going to see the beggar again, Gu Nan drank on his own.

Or maybe she was too leisurely, sitting among a group of people who were deep in thought, too conspicuous.

The painting fairy sitting in the pavilion felt a bit of coldness, turned his head, only to find that the window on one side was open.

By the window, a person in a black robe was sitting obliquely. His clothes were loose, and he looked like a lazy and unkempt person.

That man, just sitting there drinking?

Huaxian was stunned for a moment, you know, a position here is worth a hundred gold.This amount of money is enough for an ordinary family to eat for a year.

Her eyes moved to the profile of the man, it was beautiful, she didn't know if such a word was suitable to describe a man, but that was the feeling that man gave her.

It was a handsome face of a man and a soft face of a woman at the same time, a very special temperament, but it made her feel a little ashamed.

Maybe because he felt his gaze, that person turned his head, and his plain sight collided with him.

Both of them could feel through the tulle that the other was really looking at them.

Gu Nan raised the wine glass in his hand and respected from afar.

Then he took the wine bottle lightly in his mouth and drank the slightly sweet wine.

After drinking a glass, he turned his head and continued to stare blankly out of the window.

But Huaxian looked at Gu Nan in a daze, until he realized that the other party didn't want to look at him, so he smiled.

When a man saw her, he would never let her go.

But that person is special.

It's a pity that Huaxian was too far away, and couldn't see Gu Nan's real expression clearly.

At this time, her face was flushed slightly, and she didn't dare to look back at Huaxian again.

She didn't understand what it meant to wink at Rusi until now, and she almost lost her composure just by looking at each other for a few seconds.

"Mr. Xue's family presents a poem."

A young servant stood on the high platform and read aloud.