Luo Ziling stood his chin with his hands, looked at him squintly and pulled off the cap on his head, revealing his entire head, his hair was tied high on his head, his neck was as long as a swan neck, and his body exuded an intoxicating fragrance, and felt that his heart was beating much faster than normal.

Must have drunk too much wine.

Luo Ziling firmly refused to admit that the beauty and charming beauty are beautiful.

The uncle who has been tested for beauty cannot be defeated by a young girl who has not yet developed.

He also understood a little that the brother and sister did not really want to use his poems to play, but wanted to take the exam for his talents.

If he had a good academic talent and Helan Minzhi were willing to recommend him to the court, maybe he could also consider his relationship with Helan Minyue.

Luo Ziling is so smart. He is a person who has been in love many times, eventually got married and experienced many things.

He could still see Helan Minzhi's little thoughts.

He didn't know why Helan Minzhi expressed such kindness when he first met, and he couldn't figure out why Helan Minyue, who was as beautiful as a flower, had a good impression of him. Anyway, he felt that the brother and sister seemed to be a little too enthusiastic about him, so enthusiastic that he was a little nervous.

There will be evil when something goes wrong, and the worries of conspiracy theories make him wary of it.

After Helan Minzhi asked someone to prepare paper and ink, he continued to sit aside and drink.

After the servant prepared paper and pen, Helan Minyue sat next to Luo Ziling with a naive face, spread the paper, prepared the pen and ink, staring at him with beautiful big eyes, waiting for him to write poems.

When Luo Ziling looked at her helplessly, she smiled mischievously and even made a few cute faces.

During the process of struggling and thinking, Luo Ziling truly understood the artistic conception of several words: beauty is a disaster, heroes are sad to pass the beauty, beautiful colors are a place to eat, beauties are beautiful, and being a ghost is a romantic person under the peony flowers...

"Brother Ziling, have you thought about it?" Helan Minyue let out another delicate cry, completely destroying Luo Ziling's defense line.

"I'll write it myself!" He snatched the pen that was placed beside him and prepared to write a casual song.

"No, I'll write it!" Helan Minyue's reaction was also very fast. She held Luo Ziling's hand and said seriously: "You chant, I'll write it!"

A gentle and jade-like feeling came from the back of the hand. When I raised my eyes, I saw a few slender white fingers pressing on the back of my hand. The terrifyingly beautiful little face was right in front of me. Luo Ziling finally surrendered shamefully.

So what if you have a cliché?

Just don’t take the example!

In the end, he reluctantly withdrew his hand and sat down again.

Helan Minyue seemed to feel something, and her pretty face turned slightly red.

Finally, Luo Ziling Qian's charming look was sarcastic.

Seeing that Luo Ziling was ready, Helan Minyue rolled up her sleeves, and after revealing a piece of white wrist, she picked up the pen and dipped it in ink to prepare to write.

Luo Ziling looked at Helan Minyue's good-looking wrist that made him unable to help but stare at him. Finally, he was confused for a moment and finally gave up the bottom line.

The scenery in the East City gradually became beautiful, with wrinkles and ripples welcoming guests.

The morning is cold outside the green willow smoke, and the spring is turbulent on the branches of red apricots.

The longing of life and longing for joy are few, and the love of a daughter is willing to smile lightly.

I will drink and advise you to set the sun, and leave the evening shine among the flowers.

After shamelessly stolen Song Qi's famous work, Luo Ziling urinated in a mess.

After he was convenient for the clean toilet, he washed his hands for a while, then took a few deep breaths outside. After the shame in his heart faded, he walked back to the private room.

After entering the box, Helan Minzhi and Helan Minyue both looked at him with strange eyes, making Luo Ziling's hair look.

"Is it exposed?" Luo Ziling's heart skipped a beat, afraid that the author of the poem he had stolen was already born and that the poem had been circulated among the people, which would be too embarrassing.

When I think about it carefully, Song Qi was the author of the compilation of "New Book of Tang". He was from the Song Dynasty and was born hundreds of years later. I felt relaxed.

But I immediately thought of Li Chunfeng. Could it be that hateful old man who had stolen all good poems long ago?

If this is true, he would have to flee in panic and never return to Chang'an again.

"Two, are you laughing?" Luo Ziling smiled awkwardly.

"Over-humility will be despised!" Helan Minzhi said righteously: "We have long seen that you are very talented and must be a well-read poet. You still don't admit it. If you want to write a poem to cheer you up, you refuse in every way, which almost made our hearts cold. Look, as Minyue begged hard and willing to write for you personally, you wrote a shocking work in grievance. Do you think we brothers and sisters are ignorant? So you are unwilling to discuss poetry with us? It's not good to be too arrogant!"

Helan Minyue also looked aggrieved: "You hate it!"

It turned out that it was not revealed. The brother and sister were "who were impressed" by his talent. Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained: "Reciting poems and essays requires inspiration, and they cannot be written just by wanting to..."

"It means that our brother and sister are too vulgar, so you have no inspiration to us?" Helan Minyue interrupted Luo Ziling and gave him a blank look, almost making Luo Ziling shiver again.

"My sister Minyue wronged me!" Luo Ziling explained with a wry smile: "I'm saying the wrong thing, okay? I'll give you a better work next time."

After saying that, he bowed to Helan Minyue, which made Helan Minyue laugh in an instant.

After Luo Ziling explained and begged for mercy, Helan Minzhi and Helan Minyue did not argue with Luo Ziling.

After the two of them discussed the poem with great interest and asked the singer to sing it on the spot, Helan Minzhi smiled and said to Luo Ziling: "One day I will show this poem to my friends to let them understand what a real good poem is!"

"If you don't talk about this, drink!" Luo Ziling didn't want to be embarrassed anymore, so he raised his glass.

Helan Minyue asked Luo Ziling again where he lives now and how to settle himself.

Luo Ziling did not hide it, and told him about living with Sun Simiao.

"You live with Master Sun?" Helan Minzhi was surprised after hearing this.

"I met him by chance by the Ba River. After arriving in Chang'an, I met him again. I also studied medicine, so I discussed medical theory with him. After a while, I found that I had similar interests, so I lived with him." Luo Ziling explained a little, and then said: "I first came to Chang'an and I was not familiar with the place. Master Sun is a famous miracle doctor all over the world. I have to take care of him, so I have also spared some concern."

"So that's it!" After hearing this, Helan Minzhi laughed and said, "Why didn't you be with Master Sun today?"

"He went to work hard when he had something to do, so I went out to stroll around. I didn't expect to meet you in Qujiangchi."

"Do you know what Principal Sun is doing?" Helan Minzhi's face was amused.

Luo Ziling shook his head: "I don't know!"

"He has entered the palace!"
Chapter completed!