Ji Yue raised a glass in high spirits and invited "Hee hee, let’s drink together and wish us a happy life."
The two men looked at each other and looked different to cooperate with her.
Purple clothes Hou somehow couldn’t help laughing.
"It’s a pity to have wine but be happy."
Chapter 9 Two Two Two Goods
Ji Yue’s face is reddish and drunk, but "I’ll come"
Nangong Hanxi’s eyes are bright. Is she going to sing? I haven’t heard of it yet. "There are no musical instruments."
Ji Yue waved his hand and tapped the jade bowl with chopsticks. After debugging for a while, the tinkling music sounded very nice.
"Life is a song for wine! For example, when the morning dew goes to the sun, it’s hard to be generous and unforgettable. Only Du Kang’s youth lingers in my heart, but you ponder over it today. Luming Literature eats wild apples. I have a guest to drum up blowing sheng when the moon is like a moon. Worry can’t be cut off from it. It’s a waste of time to talk about the old days. The mountains are not tired of the high seas and the deep seas, and the Duke of Zhou vomits and feeds the sky. "
With new music, a heroic song is different, fresh and crisp as spring water, which is refreshing.
Nangong Hanxi is her number one fan, and her eyes are shining with excitement. "Good to hear, good to hear, Ji Yue, you are great."
Purple clothes Hou looked at Ji Yue deeply, surprised and curious, and more appreciated "Huei-fang, how do you like this poem?"
It’s not the girl’s heart to be too heroic, but she chose this song.
What’s even more strange is that she grew up in a cold palace. How did she know so much?
This talk and this accomplishment are comparable to those of contemporary scholars.
What a strange thing!
Ji Yue doesn’t care what others think, as long as she is happy.
"It’s very atmospheric. Cao Cao’s fierce literary accomplishment is also famous in the history of the capital of humanities and martial arts."
Nangong Hanxi prefers Cao Zhi’s poems. "His son is the master Cao Zhi’s gift, which has amazed people for thousands of years, shining the earth, especially the sentence whose shape is also amazing. If Youlong Rongyao Qiuju Hua Mao Chunsong seems to be as light as a cloud, and if it is swaying, it is really unique for thousands of years."
In terms of poetry, Cao Zhi is the most talented, outstanding and accomplished among Cao’s three fathers.
But radish and vegetables are more fond of Ji Yue, and Cao Cao’s poems are more preferred.
"Luo Shenfu is indeed a masterpiece praised by many people through the ages, but I prefer Cao Cao’s free and easy atmosphere and domineering."
A disdainful taunt sounded "joke, does a little girl dare to comment on Cao Cao’s poems?" What do you know? "
Li Ge always seizes the opportunity to ridicule.
It’s a pity that Mu Ji didn’t look at him again. "I don’t want to talk to the bad old man. It’s old and ugly."
It’s drunk if you don’t play cards according to the rules.
Li Ge’s old-fashioned body trembled and purple clothes choked and coughed when he drank.
The nangongshan Han Xi’s eyes smiled solemnly and said, "Ji Yue, don’t bully the old man."
An old man once again stimulated Li Gelao, the two pain in the ass.
Ji Yue took a sip of wine and smiled lightly. "You always have to pay back when you come out to mix."
Li Ge’s old anger rubs at him, and he can bear it. "Huei-fang, if you copy your horse and go to jail, you will go to jail."
Look at this posture. It doesn’t look like prison. It’s a holiday.
Everyone wants this punishment!
Ji month holding the eyes blurred with a little drunk "I don’t copy? I just want you to see if you can eat? "
Her scornful tone and disdainful smile made Li Ge old-fashioned. "You … I’m going to sue the imperial court."
Ji Yue waved cheerfully, "Go quickly and don’t get in my eyes."
Li Ge was stunned. "Aren’t you afraid?"
Ji Yue looked at him like an idiot and felt his brain pumping.
"Are you stupid? What am I afraid of when I’m playing in the prison? But look at your age and tell you a bad news. "
Li Ge always has a strong feeling that talking to her often can’t keep pace. Is he really old?
"What?"
Ji Yuexiao is mysterious. "It’s bad luck for anyone who goes to complain."
It’s true. No one can get a bargain from her.
Li Ge’s face changed and she was secretly frightened. She seemed to be more difficult than he thought. "Is this a threat?"
He always feels that something is wrong. She is too arrogant and seems to be afraid.
What is her ceremonial ceremony? Not the emperor anyway!
"It’s not" Mu Ji’s moon smile is meaningful "It’s a preview"
Li Ge’s old blood gushed out so arrogantly that "the emperor won’t indulge you again"
Ji month blink eyes clear a face of curiosity "I really doubt how you sit in the old position? Is it that no one has to find you to make up the number? "
This just left the room, and the purple clothes bowed their heads and hid the smile in their eyes.
The nangongshan Han Xi yelled, "Wow Ji Yue, hello Cong, you can guess this."
That’s right. Li Ge has always worked hard for his qualifications to get to this day.
Ji Yue is cool and spits, "I can’t be too mediocre. I don’t even look at the goods."
This is so shocking. Old Li Ge is not good all the time. "I don’t know how arrogant the ceremony is. Wait for me."
Angry, he turned and walked out the back, and whispered, "What do bad people like to say when they leave?"
Ji Yue is really curious. Do people say that bad people think the same?
Nangong Hanxi thought, "It may be a ritual to whitewash his poor self-esteem."
Li Ge slipped and almost fell, two bastards!
Ji Yue suddenly realized that "it turned out to be so pitiful"
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