This quick wear is a bit sweet

Chapter 160: Xiaojiabiyu 12
Gu Xi stood in the corridor and watched for a while, when Xunguang suddenly looked over.

Xunguang: "Yiqianhao, why is he like a ghost, walking without sound!"

System: "You are so engrossed in feeding the fish, the fish are going to die."

Xunguang: "I'm very optimistic."

Yanhen suddenly said: "Girl, look at how this fish turned its stomach well."

Seeking light: "."

"Brother Gu, you're here!"

She changed the subject and greeted Gu Xi weakly.

Gu Xi stood on the porch and said, "Yes."

Xunguang said: "Are you here to find your mother?"

Gu Xi said: "Yes."

Xunguang turned around and continued to look at the fish tank, saying, "Oh."

Gu Xi took two steps away, then turned around suddenly, and walked forward.

He stood beside Xunguang and said, "The fish can't be fed all the time, they will die."

Seeking light: "."

She said angrily: "I know it without you having to tell me."

Gu Xi looked at the belly-turned fish in the tank, and said, "Really?"

Xunguang glared at him and said, "Are you free, champion!"

Gu Xi said seriously, "Not idle."

Xunguang rolled his eyes and said, "I see that you are very busy. If you are so busy, just write me some poems. I just need them."

Gu Xidao: "Madam is looking for me, please leave."

Xunguang quickly blocked his way, and said: "If you want to run, it's not that easy, Yanhen, go get a pen and paper, we will bet on the champion of the new department to keep the calligraphy!"

She dragged Gu Xi and locked him in the garden pavilion. The depression on her face was swept away, and she smiled broadly.

"I want you to buy me pig's head meat, but you don't buy it. I'll catch you. Hmph, today you fall into my hands, so I'll let you taste my strength."

Gu Xi looked at her grinning strangely, and was very quiet.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly brought, and Xun Guang said: "The number one scholar is very good at making bets, so guess what the Zhao Hou Mansion's poetry meeting will ask us to write?"

Gu Xi said, "Are you going to Zhaohou Mansion?"

Xun Guang said: "Exactly, not only do I want to go, but it's also best to show off so that I can find a better husband-in-law in the capital than Elder Brother Shizi."

Gu Xi's eyes became colder and colder. He looked at the pen and paper on the table without doing anything.

"I don't even need you to bet on the question, I can bet on it myself. Since it is the Chrysanthemum Club, I must write about chrysanthemums. The rich family must have bamboo at home, and I must write about bamboo. You can write an article for me as well. "

Xun Guang put the pen into Gu Xi's hand and glared at him, as if he would smear ink on his face if he didn't write.

She was used to being domineering in front of Gu Xi, and she was used to Gu Xi's indifference and gloomyness, completely forgetting that the person in front of her was now a big celebrity.

Gu Xi grabbed Xunguang's hand with his backhand.

Soft like a cloud.

"I don't write."

Xun Guang said: "If you don't write it, I will draw a big face on you today, and make you, the new top student, lose face."

As she spoke, she reached out and dipped a little ink on it, then smeared it on Gu Xi's face.

Gu Xi shot quickly and firmly grasped her with both hands. There was no expression on his face, only a pair of burning eyes that almost saw through her.

Xunguang couldn't break free, felt his hands were cold, locked him firmly like a shackle, suddenly flustered, and said embarrassingly: "Let go, it's fine if you don't write, brother-in-law Shizi will come today, I will find him go."

Gu Xi let go of her hand, because her skin was as delicate and white as white porcelain, and there were two red marks on the porcelain.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Write."

"what?"

Xun Guang watched as Gu Xi spread out the paper and wrote a poem without even having time to think.

After finishing the two poems, Gu Xi put down his pen, turned around and left.

He didn't go to see Mrs. Yan again, but left directly and returned home.

A large mansion was deserted, and the servants kept quiet when they moved. The huge mansion was like a tomb.

He stepped in, went into the study and turned out a large pile of invitations.

These posts were all sent recently. Enjoying the flowers and the moon, drinking wine, everything you need, he left them all here and never went there.

Zhaohou Mansion?

He flipped out this post and said, "Xiaofu."

A strange face appeared, it was a new servant, but Gu Xi called Xiao Fu casually, and did not change it.

"Master, what's your order?"

Gu Xi took out the post and said, "Go and write a letter to Marquis Zhao's mansion, saying that I will go."

Xiao Fu was a little surprised, but walked out silently without asking any further questions.

On the day of the banquet, Mrs. Yan dressed up Yan Peifang meticulously, let Xunguang and Yan Xiufang act as a foil, and Xunguang didn't even wear a bracelet on his plain wrist.

After entering the Hou's mansion, he followed Mrs. Yan like looking for a piece of wood. For the first time, he felt that Mr. Yan's conduct was too low, and he had to salute everyone he met.

In the chaos, Yan Xiufang was even splashed with tea and was taken by Mrs. Hou to change clothes.

Finally, when it was time for free activities, Xunguang was dragged into the garden again by the girls.

A screen, with a bend of water, separates men and women far away. The screen is translucent, and it is more moving when viewed from a distance.

In the garden, there are precious black chrysanthemums, the flowers are as big as the mouth of a bowl, and as expected, the girls asked to write poems as soon as they came up.

Xunguang took a pen and silently copied Gu Xi's poem.

Zhao Zhen's younger sister dislikes the Yan family very much, and feels that the Yan family is superior, and Zhao Zhen often talks about the Yan family, knowing that Xun Guang is a scumbag who dozes off with a pen.

Seeing that Xunguang had put down his pen early, she immediately sneered and said, "It's an idiot."

Xunguang is not one to suffer, so he retorted on the spot: "Idiot scolding someone."

"Idiot scolds you!"

Immediately a burst of laughter came from one side of the screen, Zhao Zhen's younger sister lost face and became furious, saying: "Then read your poem and listen to it."

Xunguangxindao Jinke No. [-] poem, if there is anything I dare not read, just listen.

"The chrysanthemum, ink, stars and moon are the same frost in the night, and the green leaves shine in the morning dew"

She was not timid at all, and finished reading the poem loudly, saying: "Could it be that my writing is not good?"

Someone on the other side of the screen laughed and said, "It's not very good, and it's not bad either."

Another man said: "You are a Tanhua, of course the requirements are higher, do you think so, brother Tingshan?"

Tan Hua, who had just spoken, said: "Our Gu Zhuangyuan doesn't open his mouth so easily, and God is an eye opener to be able to come today, so don't make things difficult for him and ask him such profound questions."

Everyone laughed again.

Someone said: "It doesn't matter if it's good or not. This girl is innocent and innocent, and she doesn't feel self-harm about her poems. It's rare."

Gu Xi stood up suddenly and said, "I'll go for convenience."

Tanhua Lang Zhang Yang said quickly: "I will go with you."

Someone else laughed and said, "The number one scholar and Tanhua are inseparable, but it's nothing like my second place."

"When you are old, don't get involved with young people's affairs."

The crowd laughed again.

Gu Xi still didn't respond, and walked directly in the direction of the female relatives.

This arrangement is really ingenious. If it is convenient to change clothes, the man must pass by the woman's place, and the woman happens to see the man's appearance.

As soon as they heard that Zhuangyuan and Tanhua were about to appear, the girls stopped arguing, lowered their heads shyly, and secretly looked at each other.

Zhang Yang looked at the women with a smile in his eyes, and whispered to Gu Xi: "Who do you think is the one reading the poem?"

Gu Xi took a quick look, then strode away, saying, "I don't know."

A quick glance is enough.

She didn't wear red today, but a green gauze. The gauze was like smoke, which made her skin like ice and snow, and her black hair like ink, which immediately fell into Gu Xi's heart.

He looked at Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang seemed to be smiling but not smiling, thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)