Chapter 6, slightly flushed and drunk.

"Rongruo replied, 'Same to you.'"

Yan Ruyu gazes at the bright moon, full of tender affection, "At dawn, I see the redness in the wetness, flowers blooming in the magnificent city."

This round trip is much more tiring than the last one. As Mingyue pondered, whoever is unlucky this time, it will be really...

The bright moon urges the narrow path: "Next time, if it's still Rongruo Gongzi, it will be difficult to handle."

The moonlight inspires poetry and lyrics, which is quite impressive. However, in the presence of Rongruo, I am no match for him, so I should definitely "pass the opportunity" to him. Rongruo eagerly looks at the moon and says, "You write, and I'll compose the lyrics, how about that?"

There was a hint of worry in Bingyue's gaze as she looked at Rongruo and asked, "Cousin, are you okay?"

She certainly knows, and she knows very well, with a lovely luster amidst the darkness. The beautiful phoenix eyes of the bright moon narrowed slightly, saying, "Many explanations are unintentional, and too many explanations are just cover-ups. How about our meeting one day? It's hard to believe, isn't 'familiarity breeds fondness' more real?"

Before the rain, tears filled my eyes. "The young master and Miss Rongruo are truly a perfect match."

A small building listened to the spring rain all night, while in a deep alley apricot flowers were sold in the morning.

While Yan Ruyu's eyes were filled with melancholy, she spoke with an affectionate tone, "Master Lu." However, the corners of her mouth involuntarily twitched, revealing her true feelings.

No problem, it's just that this wine is too strong. He said casually.

The silent Bingyue suddenly laughed to herself, "Actually, I think my cousin and Shemi brother are a good match, both talented in many ways. However," Bingyue suddenly looked mischievously at Mingyue, "Does Shemi brother know how to ride, shoot, and practice swordsmanship?"

The two "women" sitting here breathed a sigh of relief. The closer it got to the end, the more nervous they became, despite receiving special treatment.

Before the rain didn't pay attention to the wording at all, and actually used the deep understanding between husband and wife to describe the scene of these two "men"? After hearing this, Mingyue couldn't help but laugh and cry. Bingyue and Yan Ruyu were immediately surprised and stood still, staring with their eyes.

The smile is as beautiful as jade, "Is this the result of regular accumulation?"

In the room, only the five of them remained. Rongruo looked at Mingyue with a slight displeasure and said, "Shiwei, your answer just now could be misunderstood."

The front rain, who had been standing still, hurried to the side of Mingyue and said, "Young master, how can we go back now!"

The young woman Qing and the fair maiden Su'e both endure the cold, amidst the frost in the moon they resemble the stars in the Dipper. Rongru continued to say:

With some concern, Qianyu looked at her and said, "There are a total of forty-six chapters."

So the moon smiled at the landlady and said, "Usually we just stay together and compose poetry, paint and draw. Over time, we have developed such understanding." There are many kinds of understanding, and their "over time" has achieved many good "understandings". Her words had a deeper meaning, and the clever landlady understood it too, but just smiled casually to show that she understood.

How many barrels? The previous rain was confused, and the few people present were also stunned.

Moreover, as youth approaches its twilight, peach blossoms fall like a red rain. After Yan Ruyu finished reciting, her countenance resembled jade, with her right hand suspended in mid-air. She paused for a moment, her eyes revealing a hint of wickedness, and a smile played at the corners of her mouth as she gazed at the bright moon. "Your poem just now seems to lack the word 'flower,' doesn't it?"

The bright moon paused for a moment.

On her fair face appeared a blush, and she slightly opened her mouth as if wanting to say something. However, the words seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak them out. Seeing this, Mingyue couldn't help but want to laugh. He was afraid that the more she tried to explain, the worse it would get. But she was shameless, and what she wanted was to turn a bad situation into a good one.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. It's another cycle that has come to the full moon.

The other four all praised civilization, while this vulgarity was immediately spoken by Mingyue herself. In fact, she really wanted to indulge in vulgarity, because vulgarity can be "fun" and captivating. Several people looked at Mingyue, and Bingyue burst into laughter first, saying, "Shiwei, you're bragging about yourself."

Oh! The bright moon silently curses in her heart, never expecting that a little lamb is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing, with such a strong desire for revenge. She pats her head, strengthens her spirit, and shouts, "Come again."

Speaking of the moon, there is indeed a bit of "heart pounding". My own dream is unexpectedly right in front of me, so close that I can reach it without any hesitation. And so, my hand couldn't help but reach out, gently caressing his face. When I touched his dark eyebrows, I could clearly feel his discomfort. She withdrew her hand like a startled bird, staring at his face intently. What should I do if he opens his eyes? Fortunately, he continued to sleep peacefully. She let out a sigh of relief, hiding in his embrace, falling asleep quietly like a tired little cat hiding in its owner's arms after playing.

Happiness does not lie in spending every moment together. If beauty is like water, let the bright moon be a grain of sand in the water. Following its tenderness, let the clarity flow through her entire life.

Drinking game.

When she finally finished the last glass, her face had turned red, feeling a bit dizzy, she sat down and complained to Rongruo, "You are ruthless."

She glared angrily at Rongruo, "You little brat, how many times?"

The bright moon gazed for a moment, then returned her a deep and affectionate smile.

The first one to show interest in "What game?"

Deeper moonlight, half a person's home. The Big Dipper hangs low, the Little Dipper slants south.

The moon is somewhat embarrassed. She thought that humans are actually civilized on the surface but vulgar in their hearts, and they have the inertia of following the crowd. She emphasized that being vulgar is interesting, and naturally assumed that they would use their curious minds to explore. However, from this case, it can be concluded that who says humans have a strong desire for knowledge? Overturning the fallacy.

She honestly replied, "I really don't know."

The bright moon smiles, and I bow to the landlady with my hands clasped, saying, "Your generosity sometimes makes us feel unworthy."

There are twenty-seven rounds, twenty-seven cups. The rain counted and recited.

When will the bright moon appear? Raise your wine cup to ask the sky above.As if in a trance, when reciting this poem, the bright moon burst out laughing and said, "You've got it wrong."

"Hehe, since everyone loves civilization, let's be civilized. " The bright moon felt embarrassed and just wanted to leave. The drizzle on the side chuckled. The bright moon glanced coldly and said, "Go, bring a few jars of wine."

This is a word, not a poem. She secretly rejoiced in her heart, and this "moon" word can be connected in a chain for at least twenty cycles.

The bright moon nodded, pouring a few cups for everyone present, except for Qianyu. She said, "Civilized play is to recite poetry individually, but each recitation must include designated words."

The bright moon has a headache, just wants to sleep, waves her hand, "I am a delicate lady, quickly ask the landlady for some sobering tea to give her, send her back, I don't want to turn uncooked rice into cooked rice."

Everyone at the table looked at Mingyue eagerly, waiting for her to explain. With a smile, Mingyue said, "There are two types of manners: civilized and vulgar. Generally, people find vulgarity more interesting. So, which one do you choose?"

... ....

As Rong Ruo looked at the 27 glasses of wine that Yu had poured for him, he couldn't help but bitterly smile and say, "I really am willing to risk my life to keep a gentleman company."

If she had seen her calm appearance without blushing or heart palpitations, and felt that what she said was true, her face would have turned red with embarrassment and she would have fallen silent.

Pear blossoms in the courtyard, the melting moon shines bright. Willows by the pond, a light breeze blows light.

After speaking, he drank one cup after another with great enthusiasm. When there were twenty-eight empty cups neatly arranged on the table, his face was flushed, with a hint of red on his fair complexion. His long eyelids drooped slightly, flickering with a touch of charm. "His lips were rosy, his teeth were bright, his eyes were clear and affectionate, and his beard added to his authority. His graceful and elegant appearance, calm demeanor, and leisurely posture make him an adorable and shy man."

When it's Mingyue's turn, without hesitation, she immediately said: "The spring scenery in the garden cannot be contained, as a red apricot blossoms outside the wall."

If Rongruo returns her gentle expression, "Don't worry."

Then the drinking game resumed. Rongruo took the lead again, this time using the word "flower" as the prompt. He began by saying, "The swallows do not return until late spring, with misty rain and cold apricot blossoms on the riverbank."

Upon seeing this, Bingyue couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Shiwei and his cousin are very compatible and harmonious."

She smiled and said, "Being drunk is the most enchanting indulgence." She laughed openly, and everyone knew that the previous "vulgar" remark had caused it, so they remained silent. The innkeeper brought two jars of wine and said, "Young master, the boss lady said this is the best daughter red wine, very enchanting."

On the side, Ru Yu, who had been silent all along, spoke up at this moment. She said to Mingyue, "Master Lu, it seems that the hour is getting late."

She was stunned for a moment, and her mind became slightly clear. She blinked and observed the entire room, which was a small and ordinary guest room belonging to the landlady. Presumably, they were given a room to sleep in after getting drunk. It was perfectly normal for two men to sleep together.

And so another round began, during which there were big and small mistakes. After both jars of daughter red were finished, almost all four people collapsed on the table. Mingyue struggled to support herself, stood up unsteadily, and saw Yan Ruyu lying next to her. She hesitated for a moment and said to Rain in front of her, "Rain, take Miss Yan back."

Rong Ruozheng was stunned for a moment.

The innkeeper seemed to understand what they were thinking, and couldn't help but smile. "Scholars should have their own places to gather, and I think this inn is quite suitable," she said.

The moon was feeling hot, so she adjusted her posture, squinted her eyes, and looked at the crimson curtain in front of her. She couldn't help but put her arm on her forehead to cool down the heat. When did she lie down? But her head was too heavy and couldn't withstand any thoughts. She felt that the round hat on her head was a bit obstructive, so she took it off, turned to the side, and faced Rongruo's calm and translucent little face.

The moon is bright and clear, "Just arrived, there's no need to be in such a hurry. Come, shall we play a game?"

Vulgar.

Upon seeing her, Rongruo smiled at her and Xi. After a moment of contemplation, he recited slowly, "Writing the Golden Sutra on the incense table by hand, hoping to be together in the next life. The lotus turns in the clock, and dew drops on the willow branches, reflecting on the sincerity of the heart. If you want to know how much the offering to the deity hurts, tell Autumn Qing. The west wind doesn't care about the pond full of duckweed, and the lotus lanterns shine faintly." When he finished reciting, the bright moon had just finished writing the words smoothly. As soon as Rongruo finished his thought, the bright moon put down his brush.

The landlady took away Rongruo's lyrics, swaying her hips with the unique charm of a woman, and left the room. Mingyue looked at this woman and thought to herself that she must have many stories, which could be seen from her indifferent eyes, indicating that they were too painful to look back on.

The bright moon immediately connects, "Even if the wind blows away in one night, it only stays by the reeds and shallow water."

The bright moon sighed in its heart, is it because it wants her to accompany it back to that wolf's den? Thinking of the light revealed in Yan Zhao's eyes, feeling a chill, wanting to turn uncooked rice into cooked rice?

The bright moon is as hard as swallowing a whole boiled egg, almost unable to breathe, forty-six? What an astonishing number. She looked at the full glasses on the table with a mournful face, took a deep breath, picked up one glass after another and drank them all. Her alcohol tolerance is average, and she doesn't know if she can stay upright.

With the words "very good" in mind, she casually picked up the pen, looked at him, and smiled.

Yes, for example, the character "月" in the name of the Ice Moon girl. Every time it's our turn, we have to make sure that the poem we recite contains the character "月". If we can't recite it correctly or break the rules, we have to drink a few glasses depending on how many rounds we've played. Women drink half as much. Qianyu counts the rounds while pouring the wine. She is very confident in herself and can recite the Three Hundred Tang Poems fluently and effortlessly.

A luxurious and elegant attic room. In the center, there is a set of vermilion, purple sandalwood table and chairs. Hanging on the wall facing the porch is a landscape painting of ink-splashed mountains and rivers, with a brushwork that is both rigid and soft. On the right side of the table and chairs, there is a folding Suzhou embroidery screen with a pattern of moon-white flowers and clear lotus. Tassel curtains are hung on both sides of the doorway, creating a clean and neat layout without losing its elegance. The five of them were shocked by the elegant room of this small inn, and even more surprised by the generosity of the innkeeper. She invited them to stay for free, truly a generous innkeeper who doesn't care about money.

The bright moon nodded with a smile, "Then let's begin. Let's play a word chain game using the word 'moon'. I'll start. In the mountains, the moon comes at night, but I haven't seen it until dawn."

Rong looks mournful, with a helpless expression, looking at the bright moon, expressing deep apologies.

The bright moon doesn't really care. If the man she admires is stronger than her, she won't strive to pursue him because it's meaningless. Looking at the fair and gentle handsome man in front of her, the bright moon curls her lips. This is what she wants to pursue.

Before the raindrops, Yan Ruyu was taken out. The bright moon was sinking, unable to resist supporting the table, slowly sitting down, looking at Rongruo lying opposite, finally hanging a smile, and falling asleep with a hint of contentment.

The bright moon knows her intentions. If she is both cultured and martial, possessing both literary and military skills, then I would like to test and ask if she is also like this.

Following the clockwise track, Yan Ruyu murmured, "If there were no moonlit windows in the sky, the cassia branches would lean and break towards the west."

At a glance, Mingyue and Rongruo agreed that it was appropriate, so they accepted the offer. The landlady was efficient and quickly called someone to bring the four treasures of the study, laid out the rice paper, ground the ink, and prepared everything, waiting for someone to start writing.

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The bright moon has no choice but to admire these three individuals, and I don't know how many cycles have passed, but I have never seen one of them get stuck and unable to continue.

Civilization.

Ice Moon laughed heartily and patted Rongruo's shoulder, "Cousin, you comforted me. You have one more art than Shuimicro."

The full moon flies like a bright mirror, and the returning heart breaks a big sword.

The boss lady saw that two of the four individuals, who seemed to be focused on "men," were like this, so she could only smile and say, "Then would you scholars please write a couplet for my shop? Would that be alright?"

The landlady joined in, "Oh? The trend of broken sleeves?" She also glanced at Mingyue and Rongruo, "It's actually feasible, just a pity."

Why is there no, Red Apricot is not... ... "The words choked halfway, and then lost confidence. Red Apricot is a flower, but unfortunately there is no character for flower.

Ice Moon Calm, "Autumn sky, bright moon hanging, radiant dew moistened."

Yongruo hesitated a little, "No merit, no reward, this... ..."

If Rong Ruo purses her lips and smiles shyly, "Shiwei's handwriting is very good."

"Regulated character?," Yan Ruyu asked curiously.