-"Miss Sangpu, the gameplay of Feihua Order is very simple. Two people are matched in groups, and one person from each group uses the poem as the order. The last word of the first sentence of the first person is the first word of the next person's order, within seven steps. You have to write a poem, otherwise the other person will be fined with wine."
After Ruan Mianmian pretended to explain it nicely, he enthusiastically asked Song Weichen to check who the item in the kit was paired with - she had already seen it. Let the magpie tamper with the brocade bag, and Mo Tingfeng will definitely be a match for her.
Song Weichen took out a peony brooch from the brocade bag. Just when he didn't know what it meant, Qin Che spoke beside him, "Little beauty, I just said that we are a match sent from heaven!" He looked at it intently. , he also held a peony brooch in his hand.
The remaining ones are naturally Zhuang Yuheng and Shu Yulong.
“I saw that Miss Sangpu was very drunk just now. How about Mianmian accompany the girl to give orders in the first round, and let brother Tingfeng and Mr. Qin Xiaohou make wine for us?”
Ruan Mianmian smiled and threw the battle flag at Song Weichen without leaving any trace. She just wanted to make her unable to get on the stage and make her look embarrassed in front of Mo Tingfeng.
“I participated in the first round, and the boss helped me drink.” Zhuang Yuheng smiled and attended the battle.
"This is the first time I have heard of this game. I may not be able to play well. If I lose, Mr. Qin Xiaohou must not be angry with me." Song Weichen felt a little nervous, although he had memorized Tang poetry and Song lyrics a lot before. But how much it can be used is still unknown.
"Little beauty, my brother has a good drinking capacity, so you can play with ease, but after tonight you have to spend time with your brother."
"Haha, Mr. Qin Xiaohou really loves to joke. "Song Weichen smiled sarcastically and followed Ruan Mianmian's example and walked to the open space in the middle of the elegant terrace.
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"Today is Brother Yuheng's home court. You come first, Mianmian second, let Miss Sangpu get acquainted with her for a while."
If Ruan Mianmian really wanted to let Song Weichen, he should Let her start, this move was obviously intentionally difficult, but it was just a game, and no one cared about it.
Zhuang Yuheng looked around and said, "Since we are here today at the waterside pavilion, I will start with this." He pondered for a moment and took three steps, "The waterside pavilion is in the sky, and everyone is singing happily. "
"Get up...", Ruan Mianmian began to pace, and after five steps, her eyes lit up, "When I got up and faced the embroidered door, there were sometimes sparse people." Then she smiled sweetly, "The word "du" begins. It’s your turn, Miss Sangpu, remember to complete the poem within seven steps, otherwise Mr. Qin will drink.”
"Degree?" Song Weichen had a bitter look on her face. She couldn't think of it, but after drinking the glass of wine just now, she felt that the faint pain in her stomach was real.
"Qin Xiaohou, I can't survive, or you'll be hurt and just drink." Song Weichen didn't take a step away and just gave in.
Seeing this, Ruan Mianmian covered her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled. This was not what she wanted. It really suited her heart. Then he looked at Zhuang Yuheng, who waved his hand to admit defeat. He smiled and drank a glass of wine.
Feihua Ling returned to Ruan Mianmian again. She took two steps forward and spoke slowly, "The cuckoo sings in the desolate night, and the flowers are ruined and only hurt."
"Du? Du? ? No money will be deducted for homophones?" Song Weichen's first reaction was to ask Ruan Mianmian if he studied under Wang Jianguo.
"Feihua Ling has the same pronunciation but different words, and yet you dare to show up even though you don't know anything, and you don't mind being embarrassed." Magpie mocked in a low voice from the side - this maid was clearly her master's black-mouthed substitute.
"Miss Sangpu wants to invite Mr. Qin Xiaohou for a drink again?" Ruan Mianmian deliberately used words to provoke her.
"No, it was just a warm-up, now let's start playing for real."
Song Weichen smiled lightly, it would be easier once she understood the rules of the game. Her usual way was to leave the novice village. Just do the elite monsters! .
“I stare alone at the mist of spring, and I am temporarily relieved when Huang Er returns home.” After taking two steps and sitting slantedly towards the Yatai, Song Weichen opened his mouth and composed a poem, remembering the poet Li Hong of the Song Dynasty in his heart.
Zhuang Yuheng was stuck and gave up, so Shu Jielong had another drink.
"Sad face and faded temples, spring will come again tomorrow." After reaching the seventh step, Ruan Mianmian opened his mouth.
Sang Pu stood up from the balcony, but before he could walk out, he said, "Spring silkworms will die when silkworms die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up." She thanked the kindergarten teacher in her heart. Fortunately, she At that time, kindergartens were required to memorize ancient poems. Without teachers, they would always go out and dig in the small garden.
The word "Qian" made both Zhuang Yuheng and Ruan Mianmian stuck. Mo Tingfeng drank a glass of wine coldly with her, which made Ruan Mianmian's face red and white. She never expected that she He would lose to a servant of Sichen Mansion.
"How about we start the second round and let's make substitutions?" Zhuang Yuheng suggested.
"Brother Yuheng, don't worry, I want to hear how Miss Sang Pu can pick it up."
Ruan Mianmian feels that Song Weichen is just lucky. As long as she can't pick it up by herself, she won't be embarrassed.
"Qian..." Song Weichen walked to the sixth step and remembered Du Xunhe's poem from the Tang Dynasty, "Qian people have no choice but to do what I want to do." She turned to look at Zhuang Yuheng and Ruan Mianmian, both of whom looked at each other. In line with the principle of not wanting to be left alone, Song Weichen spoke, "Then I will continue, can you interrupt me at any time?" After that, he pointed at the bundle. Qi Long and Mo Tingfeng, "Don't forget to drink, you two."
"The king has not been in love with Nanzhijiu for a long time, and has given up the winter white fur."
"Everything you ask for will be answered. If you don't believe it, it's hard to praise."
"Exaggerate the similarities between songs and wine, and you will know how to entertain your poverty and sorrow."
"I know that your destiny is not coincidental, and I have the same disease and the same sorrow. . ”
“I don’t dare to forget you when I come to you, and my clothes will be stained with tears.”
“Ma Rufei returns home from admiring the flowers, but he is still drunk.”
"The bird that scares the stream with its faint chant flies into the depths of the clouds and crows."
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"How many drinks have you had?"
Song Weichen saw that the two of them had not accepted the drink. Then he took the initiative to stop.
"Seven cups, Master Si Chen and I drank." Shu Jielong looked at Song Weichen with a smile, his face full of pride, as if he and she were the same team.
Ruan Mianmian's face was red, as if she had been slapped several times. She looked at Song Weichen with her mouth open. If she couldn't believe the sound, the entire Sikong Mansion might have been deafened at this moment.
"Sang Pu, that's enough. How can you let others play like this?" Mo Tingfeng stopped her, but there was a faint smile in his eyes. He didn't know how many surprises she had.
“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
Hearing his words, Song Weichen sat back obediently. As long as Mo Tingfeng doesn’t go crazy and doesn’t make dangerous remarks tonight, he can help Ruan Mianmian. The hatred value is her god, and whatever he says is whatever he says.
How did Song Weichen know that Ruan Mianmian's hatred value had been fully filled for her just now...
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As soon as Song Weichen sat down, Qin Che came up and hugged her waist, bringing his face very close to her.
"Little beauty, not only you are so beautiful, but you are also so talented. You really impress me!"
"Don't, don't be like this..." Song Weichen turned his face and struggled, Looking embarrassed.
Suddenly the pressure on her waist disappeared. She turned around and saw that Qin Che had been picked up by Mo Tingfeng and pushed to the center of the elegant terrace. He staggered a few steps before he stood still.
"Master Qin Xiaohou, it's time for the second round of Flying Flower Orders, please." Mo Tingfeng's eyes were as cold as ice. No matter how stupid Qin Che was, he knew he had touched someone he shouldn't have touched, so he didn't dare to get angry or speak out.
It was no surprise that even though Mo Tingfeng and Shu Yulong kept flirting with each other, after the second round of flying flower orders, Song Weichen still drank four glasses of wine for Qin Che. She only felt her stomach was burning and her head was a little dizzy. I felt dizzy and almost fell down on the table.
Although Mo Tingfeng sat back next to Ruan Mianmian, her eyes never left Song Weichen. She was obviously drunk and thought for a moment, "It's getting late, and there are important morning meetings tomorrow. I Take her first, and you can continue to be in good spirits." After saying that, he stood up to help Song Weichen.
How could Ruan Mianmian let him leave so easily? She had a new plan just in the second round, and this was the time to take action.
She grabbed Mo Tingfeng's arm tightly, "Miss Sangpu is a little drunk. I'll take her to Xixuan. She will feel better. It won't be too late for brother Tingfeng to leave before she comes back."
Hearing her thinking for Song Weichen, Mo Tingfeng had a smile on his face when he looked at Ruan Mianmian for the first time tonight. He nodded and sat back down. Ruan Mianmian pretended to be intimate and helped Song Weichen. She didn't even Asking the magpie who was always with them to help them, the three of them headed towards Xuxuan not far from the water pavilion.
“Where are you taking me?” Song Weichen didn’t realize that she had offended Ruan Mianmian tonight until now.
Staring at the nearby waterside flower pond, Ruan Mianmian sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"Take you to sober up."