This meal is inedible.

Xuecan and others looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of them, and this was the only thought in their minds at this moment.

There was some disbelief in their eyes, as if they had heard it wrongly.

What? You told us not to give gifts in the first two things, and said that you would pay for this meal, and we should all go our own way. You should also do things impartially in the future, and not use backdoors.

But now, in the end, you want to take these two top beauties we sent to you for yourself?

So what you mean is... I am just doing my job, but I couldn't bear to part with these two beauties, so I accepted them with reluctance. But we can still talk about our own affairs later. I advise you not to be ungrateful.

Xuecan and others looked at Zhao Rong speechlessly.

However, before everyone on the field had time to fully digest Zhao Rong's unreasonable "freeloader declaration", the young Confucian scholar who was the focus of everyone's attention spoke again with a look of realization on his face.

"Oh, by the way, sorry, I didn't say this to you. They came up here on their own initiative. It has nothing to do with you. Am I right?"

Zhao Rong smiled apologetically at Mu Jin and Li Mingyi. The latter two looked at him and nodded.

Zhao Rong also nodded with satisfaction, "So, I should tell the two fairies."

He turned his head and said to Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu, "Fairy Su, Fairy Luo."

The young scholar paused and smiled confidently: "I will support you."

The two girls had different expressions when they heard this.

Luo Xiu raised her eyes to look at Zhao Rong, her pupils shrank slightly, and she did not reply.

Su Qingdai frowned slightly, put down her wine glass, and was about to stand up and say something.

“Bang!”

There was another clear, full and crisp sound. Everyone in the hall on the first floor could feel the intensity of the vibration of the plump part just by listening to the sound.

My heart skipped a beat.

Good fellow, you are so merciless, hitting people hard... Many people looked at Zhao Rong with wide eyes. He slapped the "original place" again, and was now smiling at Su Qingdai.

"Are you disobeying me again? Pour some wine."

Su Qingdai's face flushed with shame, and she froze in place, keeping her waist bent and her butt slightly raised as she tried to stand up.

And being beaten by the prince charming in public...

Su Qingdai's red lips, painted with blood-red rouge, opened and closed, and crystal tears appeared in the corners of her almond-shaped eyes, reflecting the red candlelight in the hall.

She glared at Zhao Rong with resentment, and finally squeezed out a sentence between her red and white lips and teeth, feeling extremely ashamed and angry:

"You...you, Zhao Ziyu, you bastard, are you going to support me like this from now on? I...I don't like you anymore!"

Zhao Rong raised his sword-like eyebrows, wow, has it rebounded?

But at this time, he has to transform into a cool and arrogant young man... he thought to himself.

Zhao Rong looked calm and said slowly:

"Go back and take a note in your notebook. The first rule of my Zhao family is that if a girl is not obedient, she must be beaten..."

He did not utter the last two words, but he glanced at a ravaged part of the beautiful ice fairy in the black dress in front of him.

Everyone understood immediately. Wow, these rules are obviously those of a prestigious and wealthy family.

It's just that a little girl with a pouty mouth pointed her index finger at her lips. Um, is there such a rule in our family? How come I don't know about it?

Of course Zhao Rong couldn't tell everyone, especially Xiao Qian'er, that this rule was enforced for the first time. He had just talked about it before. After all, there were four people in the Zhao family now, including him, Qingjun, Xiaoxiao, and Qian'er. Zhao Rong would feel pain in his heart if he spanked anyone on the buttocks, so he couldn't bear to do it.

However, rules are established slowly, especially from scratch. Today, the two slaps were very loud and refreshing, which can be regarded as a "good start" for Fairy Su.

Zhao Rong felt it was very commemorative.

His expression was normal, and his tone was domineering: "Don't cry."

Su Qingdai, who was being bullied to death by Zhao Rong, turned her pretty face away, sideways, and glared at him angrily, "I won't!"

On her beautiful face, her brows were raised and her eyes were filled with tears, but she pouted her lips unyieldingly. A few strands of hair fell from her forehead, adding a bit of pitiful stubbornness to her face.

Oh, it’s a bit strong...that’s even more interesting.

Zhao Rong immediately perked up a bit, but he still had an unfathomable smirk on his face, and suddenly raised his hand.

Su Qingdai wanted to take a step back.

"Don't move." Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes.

Su Qingdai, who was like an iceberg beauty with a naturally cold temperament, had her eyelashes trembling and her body paused subconsciously.

Zhao Rong held her right cheek with his palm, but did not touch her to comfort her or wipe her tears.

He stretched out his index finger and pressed it on the right corner of Su Qingdai's fiery red lips amid everyone's puzzled and curious gazes.

Then he wiped it from right to left, across her pink, moist and shiny red lips.

Get involved.

The tip of Zhao Rong's index finger was covered with bright red rouge of an unknown flavor.

Under Su Qingdai's tearful eyes.

Under everyone's puzzled gaze.

Zhao Rong casually grabbed Su Qingdai's jade hand, lifted and spread out the wide black sleeve of her left hand, and used his rouge-stained index finger to write rows of wet words full of the scent of rouge on the black sleeve.

This is a piece of elegant cursive script that makes people look sideways to admire it. It is beautiful, vigorous and elegant, and extremely handsome.

However, compared to this beautiful calligraphy that made the women present feel that one should not judge a person by his appearance, what made them even more unable to look away was the poem that was slowly being "painted" by someone's rouge-stained index finger...?

What is he writing?

Su Qingdai thought that Zhao Rong was going to use the rouge on her lips to do something to humiliate her again, but to Su Qingdai's surprise, he suddenly became serious.

Well, when he used the index finger that had stolen her rouge to write on her sleeve, all of a sudden all the expressions on his thin face disappeared, and his temperament changed completely, as if it was an instinct that he had cultivated over the years, and once he lowered his head to write, he devoted himself to it wholeheartedly.

The whole person became completely quiet.

The field also fell into a brief silence.

Su Qingdai bit her lip, looking at the profile of the young scholar who was extremely focused while writing. He had a straight nose and stared down at her sleeves without looking away. There was no trace of the frivolous temperament and aggressive look just now.

Most of the women on the field, including Su Qingdai, were delicate and sensitive. This sudden contrast in front of them made them stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong closely.

Su Qingdai lowered her head slightly, her expression slightly stunned, "You...what are you doing?"

"Qingyu...case?"

She was wearing a black dress and her eyes suddenly focused. Like the people around her who came forward to watch, all of their attention was attracted by the rows of sentences that were taking shape on her sleeves.

Su Qingdai subconsciously recited: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night. It also blows down... stars... stars like rain... BMWs and carved carriages fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns... All night, fish and dragons dance."

She paused, and her voice gradually lowered: "The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow. The smile and fragrance are gone."

Su Qingdai paused as Zhao Rong stopped writing at this point.

Gu Yiwu frowned slightly, "Is this a lyric by Ziyu? Is there any more to the second verse?"

He said this, but when he looked at the poem, he shook his head. The other students were the same, with puzzled expressions on their faces, because there was really nothing in this half of the poem that made Gu Yiwu and others' eyes light up.

It is just describing the lively scene of a prosperous festival.

Among the crowd that gathered around to watch, the girl named Yue Li, who understood poetry, relaxed her frown, shook her head, and said bluntly:

"A night of dancing of fishes and dragons? The words are beautiful, with thousands of flowers, rain of stars... fireworks, rich imagination, but what else is there in the first stanza besides describing a lively and grand occasion? What on earth is he writing about, scribbling randomly on the sleeves of a woman's skirt."

Intimidated by the power of a certain young scholar, her voice was very low, but it slipped into the ears of almost everyone present.

Xuecan and Mujin looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. This farce tonight... Why didn't Mr. Zhao stop?

Su Qingdai glanced at Zhao Rong's focused and quiet profile again. His left hand was still holding her sleeve, but his right hand, which was writing, stopped and was reaching into a wine glass to wash his fingers.

Su Qingdai sighed softly and pulled her hand away with a little force, but she didn't break free. She pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Zhao, have you finished painting? I am really tired tonight..."

But the next second, his voice came again.

"Borrow some more."

After saying that, without waiting for her reaction, Zhao Rong raised his hand, and the index finger that was stained with wine "stole" some rouge, and continued to lower his head calmly.

besides?

The looks of everyone on the field were somewhat helpless. Su Qingdai barely reacted when she felt the taste of wine on her lips blooming on her taste buds.

Zhao Rong drew the last stroke with his index finger, then he looked up and looked at them quietly.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Next second.

Everyone was swallowed up by darkness.

Everything lost its light and became pitch dark.

Everyone was startled and stood up, but all the sounds were swallowed by the silence.

Mu Jin and Li Mingyi's calm expressions couldn't help but become solemn.

Just as everyone was shocked, a gust of east wind came from nowhere and blew through the dark hall of Zuixianlou with its windows closed.

In the endless darkness, countless lanterns appeared above heads, swaying in the east wind.

It was as if thousands of flowers were blooming.

The fireworks were in chaos and fell down.

It also seemed like the stars in the sky were blown down, like a star shower.

Gu Yiwu, Xuecan, Chen Er, and the eighteen Crescent Moon Ladies were all stunned where they were.

I just felt that the dark surroundings were lit up in an instant. They were falling stars, floating around everyone, forming a Milky Way on earth.

And at the center of this galaxy is... a stunning woman with a cold temperament, wearing a black dress. Her left sleeve is now filled with the brightest stars in the night sky.

Her beautiful face, which was slightly dazed, was illuminated brightly by the starlight.

Extremely shining and eye-catching.

Gu Yiwu, Xuecan and the others opened their eyes wide, and the Xianyue Li Nu who had commented on the poetry directly before froze completely, and her voice couldn't help but tremble.

"Reality and illusion are reversed, heaven and earth are reversed, and a small world is generated by itself... This... This is..." She took a few deep breaths and slowly described the scene that she had only seen in books. "This is... Nanshan Pin!"

"Mr. Zhao's poem is of Nanshan quality!"

These words were like thunder from a clear sky, resounding in everyone's ears.

The air in the lobby on the first floor suddenly fell into deathly silence.

At this moment, Su Qingdai only felt that she was in another world, and everyone around her disappeared.

She seemed to be rising up and flying above the sky. The starlight poured out from the sleeve of her left hand, and all the stars that leaked out of the sleeve were revolving around her.

The sounds of luxury cars and luxury cars rang in my ears, all kinds of intoxicating aromas filled my nostrils, and the melodious sound of a phoenix flute echoed everywhere. Fish and dragon-shaped lanterns were tumbling.

In this bustling and lively scene, endless brilliance is flowing.

Su Qingdai stared in amazement at the sudden scene around her.

Her gaze slowly moved down and landed on the flowing lines of rouge-colored cursive script on her left sleeve. She saw that the scholar who had just laughed and bullied her had borrowed the blood-red rouge on her lips to add the last line of text to complete the second verse a few breaths ago.

"The moth is like a golden thread on a snowy willow. The smile and the faint fragrance are gone... I have searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times... Suddenly I turned around and he was there... at the end of the dimming lights."

The fairy who usually looked as cold as an iceberg murmured with her red lips and slowly raised her head. Her clear pupils, like lacquer, were now filled with the beautiful sight of the prosperous and dazzling stars in front of her.

In front of me is the world's most prosperous and bustling scene, which is dizzying, just like the first half of this brand new poem "Qing Yu'an" by Nanshan.

The second half of the poem is full of twists and turns, especially the last sentence, which is like the finishing touch...

"I... my true love... I have searched for him everywhere... a thousand times..." Su Qingdai, whose eyes were lost in the hustle and bustle of the city, had her pupils shrink and her long eyelashes trembled.

The next moment she looked back suddenly.

There is not a single star behind him, but under the dim afterglow of the bright and lively starlight in front, there is a lonely figure of a young Confucian scholar, who quietly lowers his eyes and washes the rouge on his fingertips.

The current bustle or silence seemed to have nothing to do with him.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at her with a smile: "You are standing there stupidly again."

Su Qingdai, who was standing there in a daze, suddenly woke up.

Her chest heaved violently and she took a deep breath.

All of a sudden, the stars and the dancing dragons in the entire venue shrank rapidly with her as the center.

If someone who is good at observing qi stood above Xingzi Lake and looked down at the huge pleasure boat called Zuixianlou, he would find that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a few miles around the pleasure boat had undergone violent fluctuations, and then the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became briefly thin!

The strange phenomenon caused by Nanshan Pin's "Qingyu'an" disappeared without a trace in less than half a breath.

The lobby of Zuixianlou seemed to have returned to its original appearance.

However, from then on, the world lost one of the most romantic poems written with women's rouge.

There is one more female Taoist practitioner in the Tianzhi realm.