Zhui Xu

Dongfeng night puts thousands of trees.

In the second floor hall of the old rain building, the sound of Li Fengqing Lang was introduced into the ears of the people. On the side of the case, Ning Yi brushed and brushed the book. Only in the first sentence of the year, many people’s faces changed. Some of them calmed down, waited carefully for the next sentence, and some frowned, and their hearts felt bad.

Among the crowds, for Su Chonghua, he is more inclined to Ning Yi, who has only a small talent. What kind of water-sounding singer is made by a singer, he naturally does not believe it, but others in the Yushan Academy have a good understanding of Ning Yi’s daily practice. His teaching method is simply vernacular to children’s play, and the basic history of history may be After reading it, it is really hard for him to believe what he wants to learn. Even on that day, Song Mao personally said that Ning Yi had a set of teaching books. In Su Chonghua's view, this is just a tricky way. For a while, it can be a meritorious deed.

In fact, he said that he had no opinion on how Ning Yi had mixed up. The old man’s plan was clear from the beginning. As a person who has experienced the officialdom, he is very capable of carrying out a mess of things. Buying a poem is a name of a talented person. If you can do this in the past, you will not be polite, so he never taught Ning Yi. give an opinion. However, the praise of Song Mao is different. When the New Year's Eve is looking for the other party to talk about teaching, what he feels is a strong threat.

Ning Yi has been acting low-key in the past, and he is not invulnerable to many people. As a member of the Su family, after Su Laotai’s speech, he wanted to tear down his desk at home, which is almost impossible. But this is really a good opportunity tonight. He stumbled around here, and he really couldn’t push it. He just thought about it and immediately made a decision. He asked him to come up. As long as he came up, he was an elder and asked him to make a poem. He couldn’t push it, let alone Xue Jin. Here is the boost, plus so many literati around. As the saying goes, the literati are light, and your Mid-Autumn Festival has overshadowed everyone's limelight. After that, there is no movement, who will really serve you?

His calculations are similar to the idea that Song Mao arrived in Sufu that day, Su Wenxing and others, and let others debunk his bottom. Su Chonghua has already prepared for the death of Ning Yi tonight, and everything that follows, as he thought, the whispers of everyone, really refused to let him go, Xue Jin’s performance is exaggerated, but here It’s really just right, and his sentence is just right if the last straw that crushes the camel’s back is just right.

However, if the eyes that Ning Yi came with made him feel surprised, then the other party simply made a pen, and suddenly Su Chonghua sneaked into the heart, realizing that this calculation was wrong, and the first sentence appeared, he already Understand that when he was most proud of his layout, he would be defeated.

It’s too dry.

Even though the focus may be different, he feels the same with Xue Jin. The calm attitude of Ning Yi can only prove that he will not have problems in this respect. When the first sentence appeared, others couldn’t really try to figure it out. Of course, the single sentence can be said to be impeccable, and it can’t be said to be good or bad. However, after a while, Li frequency read “more blows, stars like rain”. The original outline of this phrase has already appeared in front of everyone, the atmosphere and the magnificent weather, with the formation of this phrase, spread out.

Brush the brush.

"BMW car car... fragrant road."

"Feng 箫 sounds..."

"Jade pot light turns..."

"One night - fish and dragon dance -"

Suichang Serve, Su Chonghua sat there, sighed slightly, raised a glass of wine in front and took a sip, closed his eyes, knowing that the idea of ​​this evening has become a bubble, it feels like it is not calculated in the officialdom. In the same way, the calculation of complete mistakes is absolutely uncomfortable. He really feels that he can't see the little boy in front of him. On the other hand, Xue Jin opened his mouth slightly, his face was amazed, and his eyes could not speak. The whole hall was silent, someone was repeating the word, and the noise outside came in.

If the first half of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the gradual progress of the song, from the plain, with no exquisite and superb technique to open up the entire atmosphere of clear and eternal, then this one is unambiguous from the beginning. The big openness, like the splash of ink and water, the mad grass book, from the beginning with the most magnificent style of development. "Dongfeng night puts thousands of trees. It blows down, the stars are like rain. The BMW car is full of roads. The sound of the phoenix is ​​moving, the jade pot is turning, and the dragon dances for a night." Only this one, the metaphor that has been raised has been The entire night view of Shangyuan was vividly depicted, as if the enthusiasm was concentrated dozens of times and then replayed in front of everyone.

The atmosphere in this hall became a bit awesome. Ning Yi stopped and looked back. On the surface, it looked like everyone was reacting. In fact, he was still paying attention to the walking lady in Tsing Yi. While writing a word, he also took a few eyes on the action of the woman. She just looked at it with a puzzled look. She was also walking intently, pouring wine and the like. At this time, she stood side by side on a pillar. Next to it, his eyes slanted toward the corridor outside the window. In the entire hall, except Ning Yi, probably no one will pay attention to her.

Ning Yi turned back, the brush turned around in the ring, whispered a sentence: "Moth snow willow gold 缕 ..." Li frequency did not hear clearly: "Well?" See Ning Yi brush fell, then understand.

"Moth Snow Willow Gold..."

The word is still being written. On the side of Ning Yi’s line of sight, the Tsing Yi maid turned again and poured wine for one person. The eyes turned to the other side quietly. On the corridor, two blue-shirt men had already turned over. It is squatting inside. Xiangyang Yi seems to have discovered this. A participant who has some status has inquired and negotiated in the past, whispered at the door, and others are listening attentively, and they are ignored.

Ning Yi wrote a pen to write the next sentence, "Laughter, Yingying, and fragrant incense."

The two military men who were short-sleeved in the blue shirt did not dare to stir up the gathering of so many literati. The voice was low. Then they finally turned and walked toward the corridor. The road was still coming in through the window. Ning Yi wrote this stop. After stopping, the two disappeared into the window over there. The Tsing Yi woman also followed the round road and went to the door with a jug. At the table near the door, she poured wine again. Wait a moment, it should be Calculating the time when the two went up to the third floor.

"People look for him thousands of Baidu……"

In Li Feng’s voice, Ning Yi noticed the woman’s movement from the corner of her eye. At this time, she finally walked out of the door quietly. She squatted at the end of the corridor. Xu was already in the blue shirt. The following sentence "Suddenly Look Back" just sounded. The woman seemed to notice something, her body shape stopped, her eyes looked at it, as if she was slightly squinting. At a glance, Ning Yi regained his gaze and concentrated on writing the last sentence of the first word.

After the last one fell, Li Feng, who was next to him, sighed and glanced around: "I look back...the man is in a dim light."

At the end of this sentence, some people sighed in silence: "Okay...", the cypresses on the other side of the hall have already heard the singer in the eyes. After listening to this "all the people looking for him, Baidu, looking back, the man is "The light is stunned," but he stood up involuntarily. He wanted to say something or step forward to this side. Then he found that something was wrong. He bit his lip gently, rubbing his handkerchief with his hands and turning his head to the side. took a look. More people are still chewing on the ambiguous mood, Ning Yi put down the pen, Li frequency carefully took the rice paper and shook it, and then carefully read it before handing it to the next Xiangyang Yi, looking at Ning Yi, sighed with a sigh of relief, then took a step back and made a beggar.

The phrase is extremely prosperous, and it is an amazingly good word to describe the grand occasion with an admirable pen. However, when it comes to squatting, it has taken away an artistic conception from this most prosperous portrayal. Before and after entering the WTO, the latter is unconventional. Under the two corresponding, the huge impact is inexplicable. Some of the people in the room are still trying to figure out. Some people understand that they are only faint, and their eyes are complicated. This mood is at the moment, after all, it still refers to it.

Of course, there are also a few people who pay attention to the movements of others in the first place. For example, Xue Jin is the first time to notice the ups and downs of everyone. He only said those words. At this time, he was directly beaten into a laughing stock by a word. Of course, no one has the heart to think about him at the moment, but at the same time, he was somewhat resentful. After all, he said that he was confronted with Ning Yi. After a while, I couldn’t help but say, "That... why do you want to say to the elders in your family what the water is?"

Ning Yi put a pen on her mind and calculated the time when the Tsing Yi maid disappeared out of the window. He didn't have any thoughts about Xue Jin and other people. At this time, he listened to him and smiled at him. "Where is Xue Xiong heard from this person?"

Xue Jin stunned: "Although it is a hearsay, it is a vivid picture, you...have you said it?"

Ning Yi looked at him for a few seconds, rubbed his eyes and smiled: "Tell, but the rumors stop at the wise, Xue Xiong may have heard less."

The two men talked, Xue Jin’s tone was slightly higher, but Ning Yi was quietly speaking. The voice was afraid that it was not as far as Li Feng. But when this sentence came out, Su Chonghua over there blinked his eyes, obviously he could not think of him. I will say this. Xue Jin’s face was wrong and he hadn’t spoken yet. Ning Yi arched his hand around him: “There is still something to be done in the bottom, it’s not bullying, so let’s say it, then.”

No one dared to stop this, and some people also bowed their hands and said: "Ning brother has something to do." Or "no problem."

Here, Xue Jin blinked his eyes: "You..." The voice came out. Ning Yi patted his shoulder and made something to say something. Around Li Feng, Wu Qihao, Yan Yangyi and others all condensed. After listening to it, two seconds later, "The Taoist priest..." only heard Ning Yi said: "... smashed two."

This did not really depress the voice. Ning Yi said it in a serious way, nodded and turned away. Xue Jin’s face rose red and he couldn’t speak. Otaru originally remembered the words behind the others. At this time, he quickly went out with a smile, and the two disappeared into the corridor one after the other.

The scene was a bit quiet at the moment, and some people couldn't find much topic for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Li Pin looked at the word and said with a smile: "This word is out, the yuan is not too good to write." ”

Yan Yangyi nodded, bombed the rice paper, and sighed: "Good words..." and then circulated with others. Over there, Woodland turned to look at the window where Ning Yi and Xiao Yan disappeared. Some of them sat down abruptly. After a while, they laughed again and talked with the people around them to mobilize the atmosphere. Waiting for the word to pass, I have to perform some.

After half an hour, this "Sapphire Case" spread to all parts of Jiangning...

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Say the egg, saying that bananas are directly eating preserved eggs. I don’t like the vinegar, the soy sauce, or the like. I don’t like it. I can’t eat it. I know that the people I know are also eating like this. But I can understand that everyone has a variety of ways to eat. What I can't understand is that I think that eating directly is impossible, or eating directly or even eating dead people... There are all kinds of things, different kinds of living methods, all kinds of different life and happiness, seemingly young. It is quite happy to have a preserved egg.

MSG is the same, some people can not eat, but some people eat, it seems that there is nothing to understand, is not it, many shops still use MSG to taste. When I returned to the countryside during the Ching Ming Festival, the taste of the dishes there was always very embarrassing, but the people at the hometown felt that it was delicious and used to it. The ancient seasonings are not so much now, what would it look like? Some people in the book review area also said that in ancient times, some people became the royal chef by the sea intestines, and 90% of the sea intestines were MSG. There is not much discussion about this matter.

The new week has started again, seeking a recommendation ticket ^_^

There should be one more in the early morning - it may be early tomorrow, after all, this chapter is too late, not recommended.