There is a poetry meeting

Wen Liang watched the little trick between the two with cold eyes, as if he didn't notice that one of them was pretending to be red-faced, and the other was pretending to be red-faced. It was almost time.

He cast his eyes on Tao An and asked with a smile: "Brother Tao, do I know what happened to the man selling sugar cane with a basket on his back?"

"Ah?" Tao An was stunned for a while, looked at his young master, and after getting his acquiescence, he sighed: "The man with the basket said that he was not a sugar cane seller, but he couldn't say that he really sold sugar cane.

Because of the man’s appearance and the fact that later onlookers had not seen Mr. Wen himself, Mother Qiu from Fengyulou begged the man to be taken away.”

Having said that, Tao An glanced at Wen Liang anxiously and continued: "The man saw that he couldn't explain himself, so he had to reveal his identity. Is he Chen Linong, the person who is in charge of Chen Linong?"

There is no reaction to warm food.

Tao Zhe was shocked and almost dropped the paper fan in his lap, "What did I say? Chen Linong, Chen Yuanwai!"

"No, Master." Tao An nodded affirmatively: "After Chen Yuanwai revealed his identity, people who knew him immediately recognized what he said. Mother Qiu didn't find the sugar cane seller, so she had to carry the empty basket with her.

, led the kickers away."

After hearing this, Tao Zhe waved his leg and signaled Tao An to retreat. He turned to look at Wen Liang who was calm and calm, and said with admiration: "Brother, you are so capable. You dare to throw the pot to Chen Yuanwai?"

With his courage, he was convinced."

"Haha, brother Chengde, don't praise him, he will be proud." Wen Liang saw the half-hearted compliment on Tao Zhe's face, and did not explain, but smiled to himself.

In fact, he didn't know at that time whether that wealthy man would be Chen Linong, a Yuanwailang from Anle Town, an official of the seventh rank.

What? I just accepted their praise? What kind of humility should a scholar have?

Tao Zhe was stunned for a while before he remembered a word, "Brother, what a sense of humor!"

"Humor? He has no sense of humor!" Wen Liang didn't feel that he had the sense of humor of a scholar, so he directly denied it.

Tao Zhe was speechless and didn't know how to talk for a while.

Seeing that he didn't shut up, Wen Liang thought he was thirsty and poured another cup of tea: "Brother Chengde, drink tea!"

Tao Zhe twitched his eyes: "Thank you, brother."

When Wen Qian entered Fengyu Tower, she saw that Wen Liang had followed the plan and attracted everyone's attention with sugar cane. She went to Baihuaju with ease and met Li Chenfeng and Li Mo before entering the courtyard.

"Kan Yulang-kun?"

Wen Qian saw that Li Chenfeng's handsome face looked calm, and his indifferent temperament was colder and more fairy-like.

In my mind, I silently remembered a poem from my previous life on the Internet: He is a handsome young master, with a beautiful face as clever as a god.

Such a abstinent and beautiful man, you can look at it but not eat it, hey!...

Seeing that Wen Qian didn't shut up, Li Mo said calmly: "What? We sent someone to assassinate the owner of Fengyu Tower, and then asked my leg-killing king to confirm whether Dan Ying is dead or not?"

When Wen Qian saw him saying that, a slight sneer flashed at the corner of her mouth.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly. Fortunately, the man was very emotional.

Otherwise, she would dare to watch from a distance and not be blasphemed. Now...

hey-hey!

Wen Qian smiled with a cold and evil handsome face: "Li Chenfeng, he came to inform you, but he was a step too late. Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

After saying that, he skillfully put his legs on Li Mo's shoulders, and found that he was a little taller than him, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Why, they are both handsome and handsome now, but when compared, I am taller and more handsome than him!

Those shoulders are very broad and big...

Li Mo looked at the person who was half-attended to him with an expressionless face, and immediately showed off his mischief, his cold eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure, and he said solemnly: "Wen - do it!"

Wen Qian blinked her eyes in confusion, her thin lips curled slightly: "What do I want to say?"

Seeing this, Li Mo's cold eyes froze slightly, his indifferent heart was filled with waves, and the cryptic words made by the number one scholar in the past month appeared before his eyes:

In the past month, Anling and Longyang were prosperous and prosperous.

Yaoyao peach and plum blossoms are scorching with brilliance.

The joy is like nine springs, and the leaves are like autumn frost.

Looking forward to the flow, her appearance is charming, her words and laughter are fragrant, and her legs are waiting for joy. They have been wearing the same quilt for the past time.

Wen Qian didn't wait for his answer and moved closer.

Looking at his flawless red face, she secretly thought that his face was not only red, but his skin was as smooth as snow, which made her envious.

"Stay away from him." Li Mo came to his senses and pushed Wen Qian away.

Ye Chang's murderous intention suddenly arose in his heart. He had long known that Gan Yulangjun was not practicing Buddhist charm skills, so he should not have let down his guard.

Wen Qian had long been on guard against Li Mo's sudden movement of his legs, so he staggered a few steps and steadied himself, as if he didn't know he was angry, and said shamelessly: "Li Chenfeng, could he be so kind as to come and report to me?" , I’ve told you whether it’s a misunderstanding, can I have a better attitude?”

Li Mo looked at Wen Qian with sarcastic eyes: "The person behind my scenes sent someone to kill the owner of his house. I'm here to talk to him about my attitude. Is there a misunderstanding? Qian Yulangjun, I thought he didn't dare to kill me?"

Wen Qian screamed inwardly, hearing the murderous intent in his tone. It seemed that Li Chenfeng was really angry, so she quickly said: "Oh! Don't be angry, he can't fuck Mr. Yulang now, this young... Young Master I have quit my job and fired my boss!"

Ah, when I was so anxious, I almost said Miss Ben.

Quit your job?

Fired the boss?

Li Mo listened to Wen Qian's words and recited them silently. He probably understood the meaning of Hong's words and asked carefully, "Am I out of the control of the people behind the scenes?"

"Haha, no!" Wen Qian smiled awkwardly: "Bu Nao, he fired him unilaterally."

"Childish, he is stupid to see if I am studying!" A trace of contempt flashed in Li Mo's eyes, and he suddenly lost his patience: "Here, let's see you off!"

He Miao, who was waiting on the side, immediately took a step forward: "Mr. Wen, please come!"

Wen Qian wanted to have a good chat about life with the beautiful man, but she was expelled from her in just a second.

When he saw clearly that the girl in front of him was He Miao, whom he had met once before, he smiled and said, "Why is Miss He Miao Mingyue not waiting in the front yard?"

"Mr. Wen, you have a good memory and can remember the names of slaves. Bu Nao, it's time for you to go!" He Miao praised him and bent down to salute.

Wen Qian looked at He Miao, and then at Li Mo, who was standing aside with a cold gaze. Knowing that she couldn't get any information out of him, she had to follow He Miao and leave.

At present, it seems that Li Mo is responsible for investigating the death of the poster Dan Ying.

If nothing happens to Yin Yue, find someone to take the blame as soon as possible.

Just now she deliberately got close to Li Mo, not only teasing him, but also smearing colorless and odorless magic medicine water on his clothes to confuse his hearing and vision.

Suddenly he glanced at Qiu's mother who was walking to the back yard with her legs crossed. His eyes turned cold and he knew it was her.

The two met in the corridor, nodded politely, and passed each other for a moment.

Wen Qian took the opportunity to put the red jade porcelain bottle in her sleeve into Mother Qiu's sachet, and then continued walking behind He Miao as if nothing had happened, admiring the colorful lanterns along the way from time to time.

Arriving at the front lobby, Wen Qian searched for Wen Liang's figure in the crowd, and immediately saw him chatting with a calm-looking man in brocade robes.

It looked like we were having a great time talking!

Wen Liang, whose mouth was dry after talking to Tao Zhe, raised his legs to pick up the tea on the table and drank it all. He stretched his legs to pour another cup, but found that the teapot was empty, so he opened his mouth and begged for a refill.

Suddenly he saw Wen Qian, who was not far away, looking at him with a faint smile. His expression changed, and then he immediately returned to normal. He crossed his legs with Tao Zhe and said, "Brother Chengde, I have something to do. Please talk to me again in another month. Say goodbye!"

Tao Zhe didn't react at all, but saw Wen Liang turning around quickly to leave. He hurriedly stood up and turned to his back and said, "Wait a minute, there will be a poetry party in the Chen Mansion the following month. I sincerely invite you to come."

Wen Liang paused and turned to look at Tao Zhe: "Poetry meeting?"

Is this person perhaps misunderstanding whether he is a scholar?

"That's right, that's his token." Tao Zhe took a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Wen Liang, smiling and saying: "Then, the eldest brother can enter the Chen Mansion with his jade pendant!"

"Thank you." Wen Liang stretched out his leg to take the jade pendant, then turned to look at the green jade pendant in his leg, with a trace of ridicule in his eyes.

There is no way to make him look embarrassed at the poetry festival!

He can't go. Someone can go for him. That won't be a disgrace to Tao Zhe.
Chapter completed!