I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

As the old saying goes, men chase women to separate mountains, women chase men, and separate layers of gauze.

Wen Xi firmly believes that as long as she chases after her, there will be no man who can control her.

Then Ji Mo is just a farmer, and he will never escape from the palm of own.

Full of confidence, she wrote a letter not long after and asked Xiao Lan to send it to Ji Mo.

The pink letter paper, the graceful handwriting, and the faint fragrance of a girl.

When Ji Mo received this letter, he was still very excited. After all, it was the first time he received a love letter from a girl at such a young age.

But soon, he looked disgusted.

Love poems?

Wen Xi wrote a love poem for own?

That's it?

What the hell is that savage lady trying to do?

"The handwriting is not bad, but it's indistinguishable, and the antithesis is inappropriate. Can this be considered poetry?"

Ji Mo glanced at it briefly, then returned the letter to Xiao Lan, and at the same time dismissed the poem as worthless.

To bluntly say that Wenxi's title as the number one talented woman in Southwest China is not worthy of her name.

After all, after being influenced by Tang poetry and Song poetry on the earth, and under the pressure of the system, Ji Mo has a very high demand for poetry, and he obviously doesn't like Wen Xi's confession poem with extremely poor literary talent.

"Master Ji, this is a love poem specially written by the young lady for you. How could you do this?"

Xiao Lan feels a little bit wrong for Wen Xi.

It's not easy for a girl to take the initiative to write poems to express her love, why Ji Mo doesn't understand the style at all.

"Miss Xiaolan, look for yourself, such perfunctory poems don't have any real meaning, who are you fooling?" Ji Mo said.

With doubts, Xiaolan opened the letterhead and read it twice. From her point of view, she also felt that it was really not very good.

Miss wrote very perfunctorily, indeed she has the reputation of being a talented woman.

Xiao Lan defended, "It's the first time for my young lady to write a love letter to a boy, so she's definitely not very good at it."

the first time?

Ji Mo felt better.

Although it is clear that Wen Xi is obviously not sincere and her motives are not pure, but since it is the first time for the other party, it is difficult for her to give some pointers.

Purely as an exchange of literature lovers.

"She won't, I can teach her."

"For example, Linglong dice an red bean, penetrates the bone lovesickness. This sentence is most appropriate to express a hint."

"If it's love at first sight, you can use this narration to just look back at you, making me think of you in the morning and evening."

"When the love is strong, something like 'May I be like a star king like a moon, and the night and night flow bright and clean' is the most appropriate scene."

"If it's too late to meet each other, I'll express my heartfelt feelings with the phrase 'Returning the King's Pearl with tears, and wishing to meet when I was not married'.

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Ji Mo talks eloquently, with frequent good sentences and various love poems.

Xiaolan rested her cheeks on her hands, her cheeks were slightly red, when she looked at Ji Mo, her eyes were full of little stars.

She was by Wen Xi's side, and she was fascinated by poetry, but she had never heard such a touching and soul-stirring poem.

Even if it is my own lady, it is only after deliberation and deliberation, deliberation and deliberation, that a poem can be written.

But what about Ji Mo?

One step at a time, a good sentence is formed naturally, and the output is all quatrains that can last through the ages.

And they are all affectionate, making people blush when they hear it.

This kind of talent can definitely be called the past and the present!

Xiaolan was deeply impressed by Ji Mo's talent.

"Master Ji, I don't think my lady is good enough for you, so I'll go back and dispel her unrealistic thoughts."

Xiao Lan, who has become Ji Mo's little fan, said very seriously.

Comparing it in my heart, my young lady, a talented woman, is like a firefly and a bright moon in front of Mr. Ji.

What's more, Mr. Ji has an amazing talent, but chooses to be unknown. This kind of modest gentleman is really unparalleled in the world.

The son is unparalleled, which is to describe Ji Mo.

After returning home, Xiao Lan relayed Ji Mo's comments on the love letter to Wen Xi verbatim.

Miss Wen's family was completely blown away.

It's so ridiculous that a farmer plowing the fields actually questioned her?

She also admitted that it was perfunctory, but Ji Mo is not qualified to comment.

Unconvinced, she planned to write another love poem to Ji Mo, to show her literary skills and not tolerate being looked down upon by a rough person.

"Miss, forget it. With your level, no matter how you write, you probably won't be able to catch Mr. Ji's eyes." Xiaolan kindly reminded.

This sentence is like a slap in the face!

"Xiaolan, what nonsense are you talking about, what's wrong with my level?"

Wen Xi's eyes widened, wondering why Xiao Lan said that?

I am not a flower vase, the reputation of a talented woman is earned by her own talent and learning, the title of the number one talented woman in the Southwest is evaluated by the great scholars of Langya Academy, it is genuine.

Although Xiao Lan didn't want to hit Wen Xi, in order to make Wen Xi give up, she still recited the poems she heard from Ji Mo one by one.

These poems, not to mention Wen Xi, I am afraid that the great Confucian of Langya Academy will definitely not be able to write them.

The more Wen Xi listened, the more frightened she became, her face full of disbelief.

How could these lines be written by someone like Ji Mo?

"Impossible. These poems were definitely not written by him. Plagiarism must be plagiarism."

Wen Xi really can't accept that a farmer has such a high literary attainment.

If he really had this talent, he would have been famous all over the world, and he would have been farming in the countryside.

Xiaolan said realistically, "Miss, you don't know whether to plagiarize or not. These poems of Mr. Ji have never appeared in the world."

Wen Xi is familiar with all ancient and modern poems, and of course knows the truth.

But she couldn't believe that Ji Mo was a reclusive literary figure, and believed that these lines might have been plagiarized from some isolated or ancient books.

"Miss, look at these again."

Xiaolan had no choice but to take out the dozen or so "Humble Room Inscriptions" that Ji Mo had paid for last time.

Wen Xi flipped through it casually, and was immediately dumbfounded.

Its style, breath, brush and ink, etc. are all exactly the same as the "Humble Room Inscription" that I have always cherished in my arms, but it is obviously better.

According to the inkblots, this should be written recently, while Own's is obviously written a few years ago.

Obviously, they were all written by the same person, and the other party's calligraphy skills should have improved a lot.

"Could it be that Ji Mo is the author of "Humble Room Inscription" that I have been looking for?"

Wen Xi's head roared.

"Miss, don't make wild guesses. It is clear that the dozen or so pictures written by Mr. Ji are much better than yours. They are definitely not the same person."

Xiaolan doesn't know much about calligraphy, anyway, she thinks that Ji Mo's calligraphy is better, which is not comparable to Miss's.

I think that the lady must be greedy for these ink treasures and wants to take them back.

"Xiao Lan, you don't understand. These are clearly made by the same person. It's just a few years apart, so there is naturally a gap."

Wen Xi explained very seriously, and then hugged the pile of calligraphy tightly, without any intention of returning it to Xiaolan.

The remorse in Xiao Lan's heart, now it's time to beat the dog with meat buns and never return.

As a maid, you can't compete with the young lady for things.

"Ji Mo, you bastard, you've made me search hard for three years. You don't want to run away in this life, even if you force me, I will marry you."

Wen Xi made up her mind that even if she took it by force, she would force Ji Mo to obey her.