Have you ever heard of a poem? It wasn't you who made it now? Do you also want to be Su Yue's guest? To women, this Silver Screen Princess is not a lily flower, right?

Princess Yinping glared at Ye Yu and stopped looking at him.

"The fish sinks and the geese fall, the moon shuts and the flowers are shy, the country is beautiful, and the country is beautiful, and how can the short sentences of urging words fulfill their beauty?"

The beauty of a beauty cannot be described by the ink and pen. Ye Yu agreed with the opening sentence of Yinping. He couldn't help but look at Mingkong. You can also be called ashamed of flowers and moon, but can you be a little more feminine?

"It is as rich as lotus from the water, as soft as the powder of Yanshan Mountain; so noble, it is better than the proud plum in the cold winter, and it is peerless and independent, just like the secluded tanus of the Tianshan Mountains. It is covered with colorful light; silk clothes and silk belts, and the heart of a locker! The lotus steps are serene, the delicate appearance of a beautiful woman; graceful and graceful, the beautiful posture of a jade girl. The smile is as bright as the first blooming peach blossoms; the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, and the endless autumn waves are overflowing."

The Princess Yinping seemed to be picking it up at will, and no one was surprised to hear it. The lobby became a slight person. Such a servant was so talented and knowledgeable. She was really not good at being handsome. Su Yue was so beautiful upstairs. She could see that the Princess Yinping was dressed as a man, but who was this woman? Even Ye Yu, who was not a writer, was so immensely polite, while admiring the rituals, he wanted to hold the owner of the fu in his arms. It was so itchy.

"The nose is greasy, the fragrance of the mouth-watering; the lips are red, and the lines are drawn with strange light; the willows are soft, the bee waist of flying swallows; the spring bamboo shoots are delicate, the delicate fingers of Diao Chan; the light steps of the waves are bright, the jade feet of the Luoshen; the jade face is red, the national color of the two Qiaos; the fragrance is rising, the heavenly fragrance of Xi Shi; the overlords love each other, and the regrets of Yu Ji."

Although these words are beautiful, Ye Yu couldn't listen to them. He repeatedly recalled the naked girl, with soft breasts, slender legs, long hair, and shaking her jade buttocks. Why did this person look more and more like Mingkong? The sperm was on the brain, and he couldn't help but approach Mingkong and began to climb his chest and caress his buttocks.

A loud "bang" sound broke the silver screen's words.

"Why are you hitting me?" Ye Yu covered half of his cheek and looked at Mingkong angrily.

"You should call!" Mingkong coldly dropped these three words.

Ye Yu was discouraged. He wanted to say that he should be beaten when teasing a woman in public. He took away the hand covering his face, and there was no trace of being beaten? Fortunately, my buddy had practiced it.

Although it did not cause any harm to his body, the mental damage was particularly serious. Ye Yu felt that he had lost all his old face. He had a sudden inspiration and leaned into Mingkong's ear, "Minger, you have no hair there."

Mingkong gritted his teeth. She was really afraid that Ye Yu would spread this matter to her.

The principle of human nature in ancient and modern times is that in modern Western society, it is a custom for women to shave off the hair from their crotch. But if the Oriental people shave it, it is perverted. Ye Yu believes that Mingkong dare not promote it, so he slapped Mingkong's buttocks with pride, and now he feels balanced.

Can Princess Yinping not see Ye Yu's small movements? She sighed, "The beacon smoke ignites laughing, Bao Si plays with the princes; the charm of all kinds of charm, Daji destroys the king; Li Ji pretends to be beautiful, which causes trouble to Shen Sheng. The beauty of the beauty is a disaster, and the person who accepts it complains, and the beauty of the golden house is really a pity for the fragrance and jade."

After hearing these words, Ye Yu felt that it was so wrong. What do you mean? I asked you to praise the beauty, how did you choose the femme fatale to tell you? You don’t have any opinions about Mingkong, right? It’s right to have opinions. I also dislike Mingkong, so I thought of getting her on the bed. This is also what your father meant.

This kind of insidious insult is the most embarrassing. No matter how thick Ye Yu is, he is embarrassed to continue to rub Mingkong. He looked at Zhu Tai with a wry smile and shrugged helplessly.

"Three thousand weak waters have been weak since ancient times. The fragrance has been destroyed by jade, and the heart is like a knife cut. When it is full of energy, it returns to the platform of the copper sparrow again. Penglai Fairy Island is looking for medicine for immortality. The pink and beautiful beauties will protect their beautiful faces forever. I feel this deep love and will always be my heart!"

Yong Xu Fangxin? Ye Yu felt that his heart was thumping, thumping, jumping, what did this princess girl want to say? Could it be that my charm is really so great? The princess of the royal relatives, isn’t this the dream of every man? Looking around, Princess Yinping has returned to the seat, with a cold expression, comparable to Mingkongyou’s. The disdain in her eyes made the complacent Master Ye angry. This feeling is like a ten-month pregnant woman waiting for the child to be born with enthusiasm, but she didn’t want to get the bad news that she had died.

"Second brother, don't you want to show off? I'm still waiting for you to marry Su Yue home and then sing a song for me."

Qian Baoer's words reached Ye Yu's heart. He wanted to hold Qian Baoer and kiss him, racked his brains, and began to think about what words can empower the little woman in the silver screen - who told you to look down on me?

"My brother has already become a fu, so I will use a beautiful poem to reconcile it. After all, poetry and fu are not separated, right?"

Ye Yu is quite self-aware - fu is much harder to remember than poetry - he pondered for a moment, and looked up at the attic, making a profound and unfathomable look, "With Ye Yu, I hope Miss Suyue will listen carefully."

The lobby downstairs whispered, "You are just a knife craftsman of a eunuch. Could it be that you still want to have any outstanding literary essays? I just laughed at someone who wrote poems, aren't you the same? What shocking works do you have for your second brother? Zhu Tai and Qian Baoer are so excited. Princess Yinping looked at Mingkong, she bit her lip, staring at Ye Yu in dissatisfaction and expectation.

"A red branch is fragrant,

Clouds and rains in Wushan are heartbroken.

I would like to ask who can get it in the Han Palace,

Poor Feiyan leans on her new makeup.”

Ye Yu only knew that this poem was written by Li Bai, and it was amazing to be able to remember it. He knew it was good but not why it was good. But it was different in other people's ears. How many people who can really afford to be prostitutes are ignorant? The whole house of prostitutes was instantly impressed, writing about sex, fragrance, flowers, and people. These sentences are worthy of Miss Suyue, who is a great talent.

Zhu Tai, Qian Baoer agreed with this, but Princess Yinping felt uncomfortable. Is he really talking about Su Yue? Thinking of Ye Yu constantly glanced at Mingkong while reciting, she always felt that Ye Yu was pointing out Mingkong. Zhao Feiyan of the Han Palace was already a peerless beauty, but she still had to rely on red makeup, so how could she get to Mingkong, who was facing the sky in front of her?

"I would like to ask who is like the Han Palace, but the poor Feiyan leans on her new makeup." Princess Yinping muttered silently, but her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

What's wrong with the princess girl? Ye Yu was a little confused. When he heard that he was erecting Hongzhuang, he thought of the soft breasts that had been worn out. A flash of inspiration in his mind, "This poem can only be considered average, and I have another poem that is truly wonderful."

This poem is quite average? If Ye Yu hadn't been shocked, others would have thought that this bastard was a sausage, but at this moment he was extremely expecting...

Since I have written it, let’s post it. Ling Yun doesn’t want to be pretentious.

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