Kyoto.

Tai'an Forest Garden.

As soon as I entered the garden, the courtyard was full of flowers, and a light fragrance came to my face.

Walking in the corridor makes people forget all their worries. Walking through the stone arches, each place and a scene is like a beautiful ancient painting.

In the octagonal pavilion, handsome men and beautiful women chat and laugh.

"How can Fairy Gu's calligraphy be like "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" be so good? It's like flowing clouds and flowing water surrounding the plain paper..."

"Miscellaneous, a few strokes outline like cloud brocade, dots of ink to draw the feelings in the heart, and it is so wonderful."

"Sister Qingcheng, can this "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" be..."

"Zhou Wenchang, shut up quickly. As long as you open your mouth, it will be smelly and will not be smelly."

"I'm brushing my teeth, I want you to meddle in other people's business..." Zhou Wen was dissatisfied and wanted to argue with others.

His father was a well-known antique dealer in the circle and had a wide range of knowledge, both in ancient paintings, calligraphy, famous letters and guqins.

"Okay, don't argue anymore. I'm going to give this painting to someone." Gu Qingcheng finished his pen, and the maid handed him a hot towel. She wiped it. When she thought of Xiao Ruoli on the way here, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled, as if she had succeeded in her treacherous plan. A cunning look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Sister Qingcheng thought of something happy. It's better to have fun with everyone than to have fun alone. Tell us quickly."

"Tell me quickly, why do you laugh?"

"You don't miss a man, right?"

"Oh, don't guess randomly."

The female companion with her had a good relationship with her and told her something, but she kept it a secret and said, "You will know in a while," and then disappeared.

In the octagonal pavilion, those talented men who claim to be romantic are only concerned about showing off and are indifferent to what they talk about. Some are holding a dead branch and pretending to recite poems.

"Oh my mother, what a big branch." A poem has been recited for three years, and is still worried about the second half of the poem.

He raised his face and pretended to be a philosopher, "Where am I, who am I? What am I going to do?"

There are also muttering at the ants on the ground, "Ants, Ants, Ants, and Locusts' thighs..."

Ten minutes later, Xiao Ruoli finally arrived.

In front of the crescent arch, Xiao Ruoli was wearing a white dress and holding a long sword in her hand. She had a beautiful and extraordinary appearance. Her long hair poured down. She folded her slender waist and took a slight step, her eyes were filled with spring water, and the clear waves were flowing. She seemed to be like a fairy descending to earth, with an endless charm.

"Wow, who is this fairy?"

Xiao Ruoli calmed everyone as soon as she appeared. Just in terms of appearance, she was comparable to Gu Qingcheng. Even her temperament was incomparable. One had the fresh air of a book-like scroll of ink, and the other had the heroic chivalrous spirit, which was hard to tell.

"She is the one I'm going to wait for."

Gu Qingcheng walked down the steps and went up.

As soon as the two met, they were reunited like separated sisters, holding hands, chattering as if they had endless things to say.

"Did he doubt you?"

"It should be suspicious. But...it's okay, I have a way to deal with him."

"Really?" Gu Qingcheng said suspiciously: "If things cannot be done, I will find another way. Don't let myself down and agree to his unreasonable request."

"No!" Xiao Ruoli said, waving her pink fist and said proudly: "He dares to disrespect me, I will beat him to death with one punch."

"Hehe, I forgot your young master of Tiandao Sect."

The two came to the Octagonal Pavilion hand in hand. After Gu Qingcheng introduced Xiao Ruoli solemnly, he presented her "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond" to her.

At this moment, the "romantic talents" who were only concerned about pretending to behave woke up and rushed towards Xiao Ruoli.

"Guanguan Jujiu..."

“In the River Island…”

"My fair lady..."

"Gentlemen are good..."

Five big men rushed to recite a poem, and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

"Going out of the way, it's not embarrassing enough." Gu Qingcheng glared at his eyes, frightening the "romantic talent" to scatter like birds and beasts.

"Take out his calligraphy quickly..."

"calligraphy?"

When Xiao Ruoli heard this, her brows frowned slightly. In her opinion, the characters written by Lin Yi looked good, but there was still a certain difference with calligraphy. Now I suddenly heard that my idol Gu Qingcheng called Lin Yi's characters calligraphy, and I couldn't help but feel mixed feelings.

Next, she took out the pair of people who put it on Lin Yi's neck with a sword, and then forced him to write a few broken poems.

"I will never regret it when my clothes get looser, and I will become haggard for her."

"It's like this star that didn't last night, for whom is standing in the middle of the night with the wind and dew?"

"Imagine that the hero is drooping in the evening, and gentleness cannot live in Hexiang."

"A bitter poem? Is this what he wrote to you?" Gu Qingcheng glanced at it and felt a sense of resentment coming to his face.

Who are you standing in the middle of the night for? You are a prodigal son who is flirting with the new and fickle, don’t classify yourself as a lover. You are not worthy!

When Gu Qingcheng saw the saying "Gentleness does not live in Hexiang", he couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

This is what a prodigal son who is greedy and lustful should look like. It is really not suitable for you to fight hard and miserable. Is it good to leave some space for others to show themselves?

"What a sad poem!"

Gu Qingcheng could unscrupulously mock Lin Yi, but her best friend and girlfriend were fascinated by the poems in front of her.

Those sad and sad love poems were like a flash of lightning that broke into their hearts. They were stunned on the spot, not knowing what they were thinking, and in an instant, they became obsessed.

The romantic talented men who only care about pretending also surrounded him. After savoring it carefully, they couldn't help but nod and praised: "Poetry is a good poem. If he talks with me before writing it, it will definitely be better."

"This is a great good word. If he comes to ask for leave, he will definitely return with a full load."

"Ye!" The talented man whispered lightly, rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "There is a reason why he doesn't discuss poetry with us, and he is in poor health."

"Damn it? Do you know him? Please introduce it!"

"Brothers, he doesn't know him, please read..." This man pointed to one of the poems and said proudly: "Don't you see the word haggard? I want to say something to him, "You must be scientific in weight loss, and you can't do anything nonsense."

"What do you mean is that you will never regret losing weight?" Gu Qingcheng's voice changed. He was shocked and angry. He ignored the so-called etiquette and put away Lin Yi's calligraphy, and dared not let these ignorant and ignorant rich young masters comment randomly.

"Sister Qingcheng, don't be angry. They... can't drive them away, you don't know."

"Yes, why should Sister Qingcheng be as knowledgeable as them? She is so angry that she can't make a fortune."

"That's right, take out the poems quickly, I want to take pictures as a souvenir."

"One other day, I'm tired today."

Gu Qingcheng hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, and after that, he pulled Xiao Ruoli out of the Octagonal Pavilion, and walked through the corridor, until outside the forest garden.

The two stood in front of the car, Gu Qingcheng bit his lips, resentful, and was in a very bad mood. Information about Lin Yi collected by the family kept popping up in his mind.

"You are not good at prodigal son, but you just learn from other people's art. You... I hate you!"

Gu Qingcheng tasted the feeling of powerlessness and helplessness for the first time in his life. Her proud poetry and literary talent seemed insignificant in front of Lin Yi. She wrote poems at the age of ten and had been reciting poems for more than ten years, but no poem could be compared with these broken sentences.

Not to mention the words that were praised by others in the past, but now I think about it, I am so embarrassed!
Chapter completed!