Hearing the voice, Yu Wenlin Xuanxiu's face was slightly cold, she glared at Yang Yue with cold eyes, moved forward, sat on the bench in the pavilion, and said nothing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Yue turned around, clenched his fists in front of his mouth, coughed lightly, and slowly sat opposite Yuwen Linxuan.

The third time I met the beauty, I was still shocked by the other party's appearance, but my face was calm and there was no abrupt rudeness.

The lips opened lightly, the words never blurted out, Yuwen Linxuan's pretty face was slightly red, her eyes flashed, she didn't look at Yang Yue, and said: "It is rumored in the house that Lang Jun was promoted to King Yan by the emperor, and the slave family came to congratulate him!" ”

Belch!

Looking at Yuwen Linxuan's expression, Yang Yue was surprised, before, they were still at the tip of the needle, and Yuwen Linxuan had prejudices against him.

Don't be wary of getting close, calling him Langjun, it's really a little unaccustomed!

"It's true!" Yang Yue nodded and asked, "You are suddenly enthusiastic, there must be something else!" ”

"There is nothing else to do, the slave family is sincerely happy for Lang Jun!" Yu Wenlin's face does not change color, and her pretty face is full of sincerity, and her voice is like a yellow warbler.

At this time, Yang Yue got up and sat on the bench next to Yuwen Li Linxuan, with his arms on the fence, forming a half-hugging beauty posture, crossing Erlang's legs, smiling at the corners of his mouth, looking at the beautiful side of the beauty.

Paying attention to Yang Yue's actions, Yuwen Linxuan was terrified, she deliberately got close to Yang Yue, but she wanted to participate in the poetry meeting, and now Yang Yue was close at hand, and her breath hit her cheek.

When she got up and shifted, her arms were suddenly tightly pulled, her body shook, and she sat on the bench again, and for a while, she was nervous in her heart, and her body was tense like a half-moon bowstring, as if something had jumped out of her chest.

Sitting quietly on the bench, his eyes rolling, squinting and peeking, paying attention to Yang Yue's actions.

I saw Yang Yue stretch out and get up, move in front of her, stretch out her arms, support her hands on the fences on both sides of her body, condescendingly, licked the corners of her mouth, her eyes condensed, and looked at her.

At this moment, Yu Wenlinxuan's starry eyes focused on Yang Yue, peeking, staring, dodging, and flicking his fingers, and his demeanor changed many times.

Leaning against the fence of the gazebo, he moved his tense body slightly, striving to distance himself from Yang Yue, who was trapped with his arms and had unknown intentions.

Fang's heart was beating and she was stunned and asked, "Yang Yue, what are you doing?" Get out of the way! With that, he stretched out his hand and hurriedly pushed Yang Yue away.

Yes!

Outside the pavilion, Yuwen Linxuan's two personal maids couldn't help but scream when they saw Yang Yue's actions.

Hearing this, Yang Yue turned his head dissatisfied, with a smile on his handsome face, and his side suddenly condensed for a moment, glared at the left-behind maid next to him, and motioned for the other party to leave.

How dare the maid be troublesome, even though she is worried about the safety of her own young lady, she can't withstand Yang Yue's murderous gaze.

After looking at the stunned and a little shy young lady, the two hung their heads and left in a hurry.

For a while, in the quiet and cool garden, only Yang Yue and Yu Wenlinxuan remained.

Lonely men and widows, in a secluded garden, lush trees, making the pavilion seem secret, remembering a few days ago, the two of them acted intimately, Yuwen Linxuan couldn't help but look shocked.

A pair of eyes, eyes rolling, paying attention to Yang Yue back and forth, noticing that the other party was silent, and said hurriedly: "I am kind enough to congratulate you, but you are cold, what is your intention?" ”

At this time, Yang Yue's tense face was slightly gentle, and he said, "I accept your congratulations, but it's time to talk about our affairs!" ”

"What do we have to talk about?" Yuwen Linxuan understands very well in her heart that she lives in the palace and has been inextricably linked with Yang Yue since then, unless she completely plans to sleep with Yang Yue and have different dreams, otherwise, the two of them will need to be resolved sooner or later.

However, recalling that there was a ridiculous night in the Hibiscus Pavilion, and my face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Paying attention to Yuwen Linxuan's disappointed expression, Yang Yue shook his head slightly, turned around and walked to the edge of the pavilion with his hands in his hands, looking at the red and green lotus flowers in the pond, and sighed.

Yuwen Linxuan lost her restraints, her heart relaxed slightly, and she didn't understand what Yang Yue meant by this move, and wanted to get up and leave.

But he heard Yang Yue's tone be low, and said: "The flowers and leaves in the world are not compatible, and the flowers are dusty in the golden pots." ”

Hearing the sound, Yuwen Linxuan dispelled the idea of leaving, sat on the bench, looked at Yang Yue's upright back, and was curious.

She knows very little about Yang Yue, and in her memory, Yang Yue, like her brother Yuwen Xuantao, is a martial artist who is dedicated to the military and doesn't know any poetry and songs.

Every Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and other festivals, the poetry meetings held by Chinese people in Chang'an City rarely appear, occasionally participate, but also like sitting on pins and needles, and leave quickly.

In this situation, Yang Yue suddenly felt a poem and chanted a poem, which really surprised her, and she listened with interest.

After the prefix, Yang Yue's tone improved, full of emotion, and said: "Only the green lotus and red Hanlian, the volume Shu opens and closes and Ren is innocent." ”

"The flowers and leaves in the world are not compatible, and the flowers are dusty in the golden pots. Only the green lotus and red lotus are innocent. On the bench, Yu Wenlinxuan mixed Yang Yue's poems, reciting in his heart, and soon, his face was slightly calm, and suddenly he gradually flushed, and he couldn't help but hang his head and look twisted.

She is not a talented and virtuous woman, on the contrary, she has been nurtured by her family, has read poetry and books since she was a child, and is a famous and talented woman in Chang'an City, how can she not understand the meaning of Yang Yue's poems.

Perhaps in the first two sentences, Yang Yue only describes the lotus flower and the lotus leaf, and the connection with the last two sentences is full of profound meaning.

Literally compare lotus flowers with other flowers, highlighting the special beauty of lotus flowers and leaves matching and complementing each other, but its deep meaning expresses that he and himself are a pair made in heaven, like lotus flowers and leaves, which can be matched and given by God.

Therefore, when Yuwen Linxuan recited in her heart, her pretty face flushed and became hot.

The other party is not a Yongwu at all, but through the lotus, he took the initiative to show favor to himself, which was obscure, but the relationship between the two parties was rendered very wonderful and natural.

Yu Wenlinxuan was shy, and in her hot face, she gradually became a little dissatisfied, pursed her lips, and glared at Yang Yue's back fiercely.

In the poem, Yang Yue describes that the two sides set up a pair made in heaven, so ashamed that Yu Wenlin Xuanfang's heart collided, and after a trace of joy, she was forced to marry Yang Yue, but she didn't think that the two sides were made in heaven.

In the youngest daughter's heart, she couldn't help but feel that Yang Yue was too much, arrogant, and domineering.

However, when he stomped his feet and got angry, the poems turned around, and he listened to Yang Yue's melancholy tone, and said in a complicated manner: "This flower and this leaf often reflect each other, and the green reduces red decay and kills." ”

"This flower and this leaf often reflect each other, and the emerald reduces the redness and kills people!" When the words fell, Yuwen Linxuan couldn't help but chant softly.

Like sorrow, like joy, like shyness, with a complicated mood, raising his head slightly, his starry eyes secretly glanced at Yang Yue, and he was shocked by his straightforward love.

Yang Yue, this unruly and domineering guy, actually carefully recited poems to dissolve each other's mustards and open her closed heart.

What's more, he actually expects the two to stay together for a long time, never separated, worried that time will not wait, and hopes that each other will cherish love and never change their hearts.