Chapter 950

The lights gradually let the other garden, which was originally dark, show his different charm.

Since Xu Shi, more than 30 servants in bieyuan have hung lanterns in every corner of the yard and on the trees, and Zhang Feng was vaguely awakened by the noise outside.

Looking at the figure outside the door, I just got up and found that all my clothes had faded, which suddenly reminded me of everything just now.

Anxiously looking around the room, I found that there was no trace of miss yu'er except him and the red on a sack on his side.

It seems that miss yu'er has never been here again

Zhang Feng looked at the trace of red on the sack with some annoyance, and his heart was mixed.

And that impulse woke up at this time.

Although he saw this kind of drama countless times in later generations in TV, movies and harem dramas, he also knew that this scene appeared on himself,.

Zhang Feng was a little lost and a little disappointed.

Is Yuchi Yuer really a bad woman?

He doesn't know.

But as Wei Chi yu'er said, if a woman doesn't have a layer of camouflage color, can she maintain a perfect body and be comfortable in those gentry circles in the south of the Yangtze River?

As for her desire for power, she actually wants to give herself a reliance

"Alas!"

Zhang Feng sighed deeply.

At this time, Zhang Yuyao and Jing Shu were two women. He didn't know how to face them. Now something like this happened again. Zhang Feng's head slowly swelled and hurt.

At this time, there was a faint cry of anxiety outside the door.

"See the master?"

"The banquet is about to begin. Have you seen the master?"

"Master, childe Zhang, childe Zhang..."

Zhang Feng sighed. After finishing up the crime scene, he slowly slipped out of the other garden when people didn't pay attention.

This is really not the time to think about this problem.

When he slipped out of the back door, he saw Jingshu standing there with a lamp. He saw Zhang Feng coming and didn't say anything. He silently took Zhang Feng's hand.

Zhang Feng was stunned: "did you... See?"

The lantern in Jing Shu's hand flashed, but she didn't answer. She just said, "she's gone. She left it for you when you came out of the previous tea. I opened the back door for her. Do you... Mind?"

Talking room.

Jingshu suddenly turned around, and her eyes were misty under the light.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but look crazy.

Couldn't help hugging Jingshu's Qian waist, looking at that familiar and strange face, whispered: "thank you."

Zhang Feng didn't read the letter. This is not the time.

After hugging Jingshu, they returned to normal again, bypassed the backyard, and the noise gradually increased.

When Chang sun Chong, who was pulling Wei Chi Baoqi to quarrel, saw the two people appear, his eyes couldn't help brightening: "Yo, here comes Feng Zi!"

This roar instantly made many people present deeply relieved.

This guy hasn't been seen for an hour. Although I don't know what to do, it's always a little unorthodox for the host family to do so. However, the people who can come here are all closely related to Zhang Feng. Obviously, they don't care about Zhang Feng's point at all. They have long taken up wine and meat to eat and drink.

"Feng Zi, come on, come and sit down."

Li Yuan smiled and waved to Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng slowed down. He hugged the people and said, "it's not good to take care of them. It's just a burst of inspiration. Looking at the sunset, I can't help but accidentally create a new poem."

Those who can come are all literary celebrities or dignitaries. This time, Zhang Feng just wrote poems. Although some people are confused, most people can't help being attracted by the poems created by Zhang Feng.

Although Li Yuan was confused, he didn't want to disturb Zhang Feng in the presence of so many people. He said, "why don't you come when there are good poems? Do you want to wait for me and others to invite you?"

Zhang Feng smiled lightly, motioned Li Yuan not to worry, and then in the eyes of everyone's surprise and doubt and even some jealous eyes, let Xiao Cui move a jar of Baijiu and drink it up. Zhang Feng just looked at the faint Western skyline.

"The reflection is oblique and the clouds are thin.

Jiang Hongming drinks far away, and the rain falls in the gorge.

The wild goose finally goes high, and the bear feels fat.

The autumnal equinox guests are still there, and the bamboo dew is slightly on the evening. "

Just a poem.

In an instant, everyone was silent for half a ring, and then suddenly more than 30 people sitting at the table in the front yard were amazed.

Even Yu Shinan got up excitedly and almost asked at the same time, "boy, this poem is really what you just wrote. Who did it?"

Who did it?

Zhang Feng took a complicated look at the sunset.

"What was done yesterday, what was done before, and what was done by the ancients. How happy is it to leave the old and welcome the new?"

Several people are suspicious.

No one can understand the meaning of poetry better than them.

Li Shimin sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "good poem! Come on, everyone raise their glasses and drink to Zhang Feng's poem!"

"Feng Zi's poem is good! But I think Feng Zi's last sentence is better!"

"Farewell to the old and welcome the new, isn't it what Datang needs most at this time?"

"After saying goodbye to yesterday's unhappiness, we will be like Zhang Feng's housewarming today to get rid of yesterday's bad luck and unhappiness. We need to see a new tomorrow. Isn't it happy to be curious?"