Datang: Kidnapping Li Shimin at the beginning

Chapter 57 I'll Go to Your Room and Wait
Li Jiye and Qin Huaidao returned to their seats, unable to calm down for a long time. Today's Weishui Wenhui is a worthwhile trip.

"Ai Lian Shuo", "Qing Ping Tiao", and "Qinyuan Spring Snow" will not only make Chu Tianyi's literary reputation far and wide, but also improve the style of the Xunfang Pavilion Literary Society.

There will be more literati and inkmen, eager for Xunfang Pavilion.

Yinniang smiled, and said: "Yinniang has little talent and little learning, and all the piano skills she has learned are mediocre sounds. She is absolutely heroic if she can't play it. I hope everyone will forgive me."

I just can't play, hey, I'm still happy.

Your eldest grandson is an idiot, let me sing the praises of those great heroes, do you think it is an honor?

After the literary meeting is over, wouldn’t it be nice for me and my close friend to hold candles and play music at night?
I fiddled with Mr. Chu all night, and I still have a Band-Aid after I hurt my finger. What do you have?
"When Mr. Changsun was in Xunfang Pavilion, he used the qin to meet friends. It was extraordinary. How about letting Mr. Changsun play?"

"Huh? Why did you get burned?"

Chang Sun Chong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Could it be that he was spotted because he was too obvious.

"Um...hahaha, I'm in a hurry, you go on, I'll go make it easy for you!" Changsun rushed away.

After running to the room where Li Ruoshuang was, he took two deep breaths and knocked on the door.

Immediately afterwards, he took two steps back abruptly and said, "Ruoshuang, half of the Wenhui has been completed, are you ready?"

"I've been ready for a long time, when will he come?"

"No rush, I guess it will take an hour, you rest first..."

"Boom..."

In the next moment, another sword tip pierced through the door.

"Heh..." Changsun Chong laughed, he learned a lot from a pit, really thought I was a fool?

The essay session continued, and Yinniang, as the host, still played a song for everyone.

With the appearance of "Qingping Diao" and "Qinyuanchun·Snow", the Wenhui completely set off a climax, and it didn't mean to stop at all.

Yan Xuansui finally put down his paintbrush, wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, and showed an extremely ugly smile on his face.

Brush and ink painting pays attention to an artistic conception, and only when the brush moves according to one's heart can one draw a similarity.

In such an ups and downs environment, he almost failed to hold the brush several times, and his drawings were fragmented.

Put away the drawing board, knead the drawing paper into a ball, let's go...

It turned into a perfect parabola and fell into Weishui Lake.

"Hahaha, I never put pen to paper today, it won't affect my reputation."

"Brother Yan, my painting..." Chu Yanfu turned pale with shock, "What is this for? I still count on this painting to save some face. Why did you throw it away?"

Yan Xuansui raised his head, and said proudly: "What painting? I'm here to participate in the literary meeting today!"

"My mother, puff..." Chu Yanfu raised his head to the sky and cursed loudly, a mouthful of old blood pressure spewed out uncontrollably, he fell headfirst on the deck, and passed out in a coma.

"Look quickly, is Chu Yanfu dead?"

"Save people quickly, send Mr. Chu off the dragon boat!"

"Girl, is there a doctor on the dragon boat, the doctor in the imperial hospital is the best!"

Yinniang was also a little flustered, and quickly directed a few servants to lift Chu Yanfu up.

It would be bad if someone died at today's literary meeting.

"Well, who died? What's the matter with you?" The eldest grandson was stunned.

I just walked away for a while, and you killed people?

"Don't...don't squeeze me so much, I don't want to get off the boat, my plan... plan!"

"Chang Sun Chong, Chu Yanfu is about to die, and you still want to go back to the dragon boat to be cool, do you have any sympathy!"

"Cough...cough cough, who the hell said I'm going back to the dragon boat, I just said... can't I just talk about it?"

There was a panic at the scene.

Yan Xuansui was the fastest runner. He didn't even take a drawing board and a set of tools. He shouted while running: "I just came to participate in the literary fair. Whoever draws will be the grandson!"

"Hahaha, brother-in-law, I'll go home and beat my cousin first, and I'll come back to you tomorrow!"

Cheng Chumo's second, we are also people who watch things, brother-in-law, you must stay tonight, I won't wait for you outside foolishly all night.

Chu Tianyi was dumbfounded, it was almost early morning, and Yinniang was still going to command and rescue people, if she didn't come back by dawn, wouldn't the mission fail?
"Yinniang!" Chu Tianyi shouted loudly.

"My lord, go to my room and wait for a while. After saving Chu Yanfu, Yinniang will come back."

Yinniang's footsteps paused for a moment, and she thought about it carefully, that Li Ruoshuang's coming to meet her lover would definitely end after such a long time.

If it's not finished, it's definitely not normal.

Since I have to talk to my friend Bingzhuye at night, of course I have to go to my room. Anyway, the two of them don't have to go to bed, and they won't feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'll go to your room and wait!" Chu Tianyi shouted loudly.

"What the hell, still going to the room? I... Puff..." Chu Yanfu woke up leisurely, and the result was another mouthful of old blood, splattered countless times.

In a blink of an eye, there was no one on the deck, only a few copybooks and a drawing board were left.

Chu Tianyi walked to the drawing board and found a piece of inkstone: "Since things have changed, let's make all the preparations first."

Draw a portrait of Yinniang and write "Qingping Tune" next to it. Isn't it too much to exchange for the sound of the piano all night?
But at the moment when the ink stone fell on the drawing paper, another girl suddenly appeared in Chu Tianyi's mind.

"Shhhhh..."

The ink stone under his hand was like an afterimage, and a heroic face gradually emerged on the drawing paper.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are messy and Xiangrong...why do you think of this girl again?" Chu Tianyi laughed at himself, folded the drawing paper in half, and put it in his clothes.

I thought about drawing another one, but found that there was no more rice paper.

Rice paper in this era was really too expensive. Every time Yan Xuansui went out to make paintings for others, he would only bring two pieces of rice paper with him at most, one of which was for spare use.

But it's not a big deal, there must be papers in Yinniang's room, wait... that girl...

"Heh... Chu Tianyi, what are you thinking, after such a long time, that girl must have left!"

In the center of Yinniang's room, there is a round table with four dishes of delicate side dishes and a jug of hot wine.

Li Ruoshuang took out a paper bag, put some white powder inside into the flagon, and stirred it evenly with chopsticks.

Since ancient times, countless heroes have fallen under a pack of Mongolian sweat medicine.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open.

"Hey, you haven't left yet?" Chu Tianyi asked in surprise.

"Ah?" Li Ruoshuang's hands trembled, and she almost dropped the flagon.

Why did it come so soon, didn't it mean that there was still an hour left?
Fortunately, I started to prepare in advance, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of success.

It was agreed before that after the essay meeting, Chang Sun Chong brought this person over and then left.

Now that Chu Tianyi is asking this question, it is clear that Chang Sun Chong did not complete the task.

"Changsun Chong, that bastard, is too unreliable!"

(End of this chapter)