Chapter 144 Handkerchiefs need to be folded to throw them far

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of the poetry meeting.

Perhaps for the sake of being arty, today's Bai Yi did not dress Wang Wu in such a charming red dress.

Instead, she was asked to wear a prince's robe and a pair of riding half boots.

She also had her hair tied into a long beard and a slightly neutral make-up.

But even so, even with a man's attire, Wang Wu's unique charm of a god and man and the drunkenness of a bodhisattva are still not covered up.

Even this rough guy has a bit of youthful spirit and suaveness because of his ladylike appearance.

A moon-white robe appears like clouds, and a pair of black short boots ride in the wind and wash away the dust.

A waterfall of black hair is tied up with brocade, and two pieces of dragon hair combed down from the forehead.

The corners of her eyes are as pink as peach blossoms, and her lips are like willow leaves holding the spring breeze.

There is a little cinnabar mole painted on Ruyu's face.

Although it is between the eyebrows, it seems to be on the heart.

What I have to admit is that in order to make Wang Wu look both appropriate and outstanding, Bai Yi really put a lot of thought into it.

However, it seems that Wang Wu's charm can only be covered with mud.

Fortunately, the current woman is probably able to fit in with the literati ethos of the poetry meeting.

At least let people watch it, so it won't be a goblin that strays into the sage's book.

"Handsome, so handsome."

In front of the bright bronze mirror, Wang Wu touched his chin while admiring his current image.

"Bai Cheng, if you have this ability, why didn't you show it earlier? You have to dress me up like that kind of coquettish bitch. Look at this, with me looking like this now, if I go out, why don't you show those little bitches?

Are the girls smitten?"

"Okay, let's calm down your gangster energy."

Standing behind Wang Wu with a helpless face, Bai Di was dressed as a guard at this moment.

"Besides, I want you to seduce the men, not the girls."

"Hey, don't say, whoever spends money is not spending money."

As if something suddenly occurred to him, Wang Wu smiled mischievously.

"Can't we get to the top of the flower selection by selling sex to girls? If that's the case, it's not like I can't sell some sex."

"Let the girl in your boudoir come visit the brothel?"

After hearing this, Bai Yi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"You really dare to think about it."

"What's wrong with the girl? Girls can't visit brothels anymore. Do you look down on girls? Do you know that you were also born a girl? Why are only men allowed to see girls and not girls?"

Xu was struck in a sore spot by Wang Wu, and he used feminism as a backhand.

"Well."

Bai Yi, who had never experienced such a trick before, was immediately silenced.

After a long time, he finally recovered and coughed.

"Ahem, okay, stop making trouble. Have you packed everything here? If so, it's time for us to set off."

"Tch, that will just change the topic."

I don't know if it was because he was charming or because Feng Shen rolled his eyes handsomely.

Wang Wu adjusted his sleeves again, then turned around and said with a half-raised hand.

"Then let's set off, little legitimate son."

"Here."

Bai Di, who had been led astray by Wang Wu, subconsciously raised a hand to hold the woman's palm.

Then, even if he realized something was wrong, he was a little reluctant to let it go.

If asked about the specific reason, Bai Di couldn’t tell clearly.

Maybe it's because of the smoothness of your palms, maybe because of the warmth of your fingertips, or maybe it's because of the touch in your heart.

Obviously, he was supposed to be a man with a thousand faces who could see through the red skull and the fat and thin body.

Obviously, he was supposed to be a knife-wielding man who put aside the love between men and women and the thoughts of life and death.

However, people's hearts sometimes soften for no apparent reason.

Just like when you are drunk, you suddenly think of youth and frivolity.

Just like the sound of old words suddenly heard while sleeping.

Bai Yi was not accustomed to numbness from the beginning.

It's just that he has killed so many people that his hands are stained with blood that cannot be washed away.

Thinking of this, Bai Yi, who felt dirty, wanted to let go of Wang Wu's hand.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Wang Wu started to complain: "We walk so slowly."

Then he stepped in front of him.

Just pull him and walk, walk.

We walked all the way to the stables in the backyard.

"White descendant."

"What's wrong?"

"Today I'm going to the poetry club on horseback."

"Why?"

"Because when I was young, my sleeves were blown away by the warm breeze, and my horse in bright clothes was trampled with a singing voice, I was so romantic!"

The sky was bright, and the man with a cinnabar mole on his jade face was grinning and singing loudly.

The red building lost its color with laughter.

Singing it made Bai Yi lose his mind.

yes.

Having experienced many vicissitudes of life, I am most afraid of teenage travel.

When the cold comes, I am lonely, and I am most afraid of the wind blowing my sleeves.

When I am alone, I am most afraid of romance.

He is insensitive and most afraid of committing reckless crimes.

At this moment, Wang Wu looked like a reckless bandit.

It broke the door of his heart and led to a romantic affair.

The white clothes are fluttering, and the scarlet is scattered. It makes the ice heart burst into tears, and it is greedy and greedy.

So Bai Yi realized that he would probably never forget this person and this face again.

Even he knows that everything right now is just a staged drama.

Even he knew that Wang Wuyi was just a heartless person.

…

"Tap tap tap tap."

Yangzhou is lush and green in July.

Asakusa is spread on both sides of the river.

Willow trees tease the reflection in the water.

Wang Wu and Bai Yi rode two black horses and walked leisurely on the road.

They are going to the east bank of the canal, because the poetry meeting of Prince Qi's Mansion will be held there.

Suddenly, a woman passing by threw her handkerchief at Wang Wu, and then shouted sweetly.

"Sister, I am Liu Ruoxue, the second young lady of the Liu family. When you are free, remember to come and play with me. I will treat you to some freshly made pastries."

"Hehe, okay, I'll remember it, thank you sister."

Wang Wu caught the handkerchief with a silly smile, and waved to the woman again.

Because of his appearance and dress, he is really handsome.

Coupled with the little cinnabar mole, it is even more impressive.
To be continued...