My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Chapter 354 Lantern Festival (3)

In fact, Zeng Jing misunderstood.

Teenagers in the world of cultivation generally refer to those in their early twenties, and there is no definite age division.

If calculated based on Mou Jin's true age, he is less than 22 years old.

This is also the age on the ID card, and the government can check it.

"I can't compose poetry, so I won't disturb everyone's enjoyment."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by someone.

It turned out to be Mo Qiuhen, and Zhan Pingcai was standing behind him.

Zhan Pingcai's charming eyes are full of spring, another girl who has lost her footing, should now be called a young woman.

"Mou Jin, who just said that the Mou family is a famous family? A person from a famous family can't even compose a poem, right?"

Zeng Jing was furious. This bastard obviously wanted to embarrass herself.

Although my friend can’t compose poetry, he knows three hundred Tang poems by heart. How can he still copy poems?

"Okay, then I'll write one, but I want to declare that for this one, I still want to watch the oiran performance."

Zeng Jing thought for a while and chose a poem.

Zhang Xian's "Drunken Whip" from the Song Dynasty can be slightly modified. There happens to be a beautiful woman wearing an embroidered skirt on the high platform performing it, which suits the situation.

Feng Qilin has already picked up pen and paper and is ready to record.

Zeng Jing pretended, looking at the high platform in the distance, his right hand stopped in mid-air.

"A hundred-flower embroidered skirt, a lantern banquet, the first time we met.

The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and springy.

Look carefully at all the good things, everyone is humane and willow waist.

Yesterday, the mountains were in chaos and it was dark. When I came here, my clothes were covered with clouds. "

As soon as he finished reading the words, there was a burst of applause.

Zeng Jing quickly held up her hands: "Show your ugliness! Show your ugliness!"

Then he pulled Bai Shuwen and turned around and left.

A group of talented people also surrounded Feng Qilin, analyzing Zeng Jing's new words word for word.

Mo Qiuhen's eyes were cold, and it seemed that he would not give up until Zeng Jing was eliminated.

Zhan Pingcai was also very depressed. Mou Jin was the center of attention wherever he went. She should have been hers, but now that she was Mo Qiuhen's woman, there was no point in regretting it.

Bai Shuwen was so happy that he didn't let go despite Zeng Jing's pull. He just liked it more and more.

He returned to the edge of the stage, but no one was watching.

A beautiful girl is playing the piano on the stage, and the sound of the piano is sad, as if she is telling a sad story.

Zeng Jing was in a trance, and seemed to see her heart again. The wives appeared one by one. Zeng Jing burst into tears, feeling particularly depressed.

The acceleration of time unexpectedly returned to three seconds. Zeng Jing's figure flashed and she was already on the high platform.

Bai Shuwen was stunned. He was so powerful. How did he get up there?Did it turn out that he had been hiding himself?

Being able to fly to a high platform in an instant, Bai Shuwen thought he couldn't do it. Wasn't Zeng Jing born with a weak pulse?

This is really a treasure boy, he must find a way to get it, Bai Shuwen made up his mind.

Zeng Jing took another look at the beautiful face of the girl playing the piano, which was indeed somewhat similar to Xinxin's face.

"Girl, can you borrow the guqin? I want to sing a song."

"Sir, please."

Zeng sat quietly opposite the guqin and took a deep breath.

At the second level of the Witch God's body refining technique, Zeng Jing possesses a real iron lung.

"My dear, this song is dedicated to you as I was at that time. I hope you will feel my love."

Zeng Jing stroked the strings gently, and the familiar music came to her heart again.

“When we talk about love, a name comes to mind.

I still remember her and that time.

This uninvited sentimentality,

Just stay this night,

Stay with me.

The wind is blowing again, put a coat on the memories.

I want to gently pick a moonlight flower for her.

Maybe missing is like this, coming and going head-on.

In my heart, there are waves. "

At this time, Zeng Jing was completely immersed in the longing for Xinxin, as well as Xiangjun, Ranran, Sisi, Junyi, and Yunsu.

She in the lyrics represents more than just a woman.