As for why Hua Lang suddenly remembered the thorns of the chrysanthemum, even he didn't know, he just felt that when he saw Bai Su, he thought of the thorns of the chrysanthemum.

The autumn wind blew cool, and after everyone sat down, Bai Su said to Li Jing'an: "The chrysanthemums are in full bloom today, since Lord Li is here, if you only appreciate the chrysanthemums, it will be too monotonous, and most of the people who come here today have amazing talents, don't let them leave something here, the little woman really has the feeling of entering Baoshan empty-handed!" ”

Bai Su's words couldn't be clearer, he wanted the people present to write the words.

Li Jingan agreed with Bai Su's proposal and said: "If you want to get it, there are a lot of talents here today, and you must let them make the first words." ”

The identity of this Bai Su is very unusual, otherwise it would be impossible for people like Li Jingan and Zhang Yu to come, after Li Jingan said those words, others followed suit, saying that with such a beautiful scenery, it is obviously not possible not to make the first word.

After a few steps, a scholar came up with a poem, and then he chanted it casually, and so on, and the other scholars also chanted their masterpieces.

In the end, when Zhang Yu arrived, he was a little delayed at first, but in the end, he couldn't help it, so he also made a song:

The area is picturesque. The scenery is chic towards autumn. Where is the flooding and blue sky? Emerald cold light shines through. Tateyu Dihuazhou, hidden bamboo fence hut.

The sails of the clouds are hung high. Cigarettes and alcohol flags are low. How many six dynasties have risen and wasted, and they are all gossip about fishing wood. Leaning on the floor, the cold day is silent.

His poem is nostalgic, although it is not very consistent with today's situation, but it also has a bit of autumn chic atmosphere, so after it was made, it was also praised by many people.

Seeing Hua Lang like this, Bai Su smiled lightly: "We have all heard of the name of the playboy, no matter what today, we have to make a song!" ”

In front of the beauty, Hua Lang really didn't want to be modest, smiled lightly, and said: "Since everyone has done it, if you don't do it in the next, it will be hypocritical, okay, then make a song in the next." ”

Hua Lang groaned slightly, and then groaned:

The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is sold in the brain. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

This is a clear drunken flower yin, it can be said to be very famous, and today's appreciation is chrysanthemums, very suitable for the occasion, Hualang finished chanting, others immediately praised it, and said that the last sentence of the curtain swept the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers is the most wonderful.

Everyone praised here, but Bai Su suddenly didn't say a word, Hua Lang saw her like this, the corners of his mouth showed a slight smile, he knew very well that Bai Su must have been sad because of the artistic conception of this poem.

This poem was written by Li Qingzhao when she missed her husband, and wrote a woman's kind of resentment into three points, this Bai Su is a widow, who stays alone in the empty room every night, and I am afraid that she misses her husband even more.

Just when Hua Lang was thinking like this, Bai Su suddenly bowed his hand to everyone, said that he had something to do and said goodbye first, and then turned around and left, everyone looked at the shadow of Bai Su leaving, and didn't know what to do for a while, what happened to Bai Su?

Li Jingan didn't seem to be too worried, and was still laughing at this time: "Madame Bai is busy, everyone just plays, don't worry about her." ”

Now that Li Jing'an said this, what else can everyone say, they have to continue to appreciate the chrysanthemums, but after that, everyone dispersed, and Wen Meng and Hua Wan'er ran early and didn't know where they went.

Hua Lang and Li Jing'an chatted, and Hua Lang asked Li Jing'an: "What happened to this White Lady?" ”

Li Jingan shrugged: "Maybe I thought of something sad!" ”

"A woman like her, also has sad things?"

"This is natural, Madame Bai's husband married her for a year, and unfortunately died early, how can a woman like her not be sad!"

Hua Lang nodded: "Madame Bai's husband is not in good health?" ”

"It was said to be fine, but he suddenly fell ill and died."

"Can you know the cause?"

"When I died, I looked for someone to check on it, but I didn't find the cause!"

Hua Lang nodded, and then continued to say that Li Jing'an was chatting, and at this time, Bai Ju suddenly came and said that Bai Su wanted to see Hua Lang, the kind alone, Li Jing'an smiled and made a gesture to Hua Lang to please.

Hua Lang bowed slightly, and then followed Bai Ju to Bai Su's boudoir.

Bai Su's boudoir is in the depths of the chrysanthemum, and it is a very large boudoir, which is full of chrysanthemums, after entering, you can smell the fragrance of flowers, after the flower lang entered, he arched his hand slightly, and before he could speak, Bai Su immediately pointed to the chair next to him, and said, "Playboy, please sit!" ”

Hanalang sat down on the chair, and sat down across from him, and then asked, "Does the playboy know the little girl's intention in inviting the playboy?" ”

Hua Lang shook his head: "I don't know, please make it clear to Madame!" ”

Bai Su smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth: "Today, the playboy made a drunken flower yin, which is really a good word, written in a woman's tone, but it is really written into the heart of the slave family." ”

Hua Lang didn't know what Bai Su meant by this, so he didn't make any answer, at this time, Bai Su continued: "So, the slave family invited the playboy today, just to ask the playboy a few questions. ”

Hua Lang smiled lightly: "If Madam Bai has anything, just ask!" ”

"Do dudes think I'm beautiful?"

Bai Su suddenly asked such a question, but Hua Lang was stunned, how could this kind of question be asked casually? Hua Lang's face was slightly red, and after a long time, he smiled and said, "Madame is as beautiful as a flower, and she is a rare beauty in the world." ”

What Hua Lang said was true, he felt that Bai Su was really beautiful, or rather, more charm, a woman slowly became mature, then her beauty will slowly become charm, charm attracts men, and it is more durable.

After listening to Hua Lang's answer, Bai Su smiled lightly: "Since the playboy thinks the slave family is beautiful, how about the slave family?" ”

"This ......" Hua Lang was taken aback, and suddenly became a little dumbfounded, and after a long time, he said: "There is already a lady below, and Mrs. Bai's words are absolutely unspeakable." ”

As soon as Hua Lang said this, Bai Su's cheeks suddenly reddened, and he slowly got up, and Hua Lang's body reached out and hugged Hua Lang's neck, and then gently sat on Hua Lang's lap, and said: "The playboy has a wife, how about the slave family as the playboy's lover, you and I secretly correspond, wouldn't it be more exciting, the slave family liked it tightly when they saw the playboy for the first time!" ”