The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 88 I send this world to the world with a head full of snow, who did I write it for? (5)

Song Lanyi had a vague feeling and could understand Ao Huanhuan's thoughts.

She thought for a moment, then took out a piece of paper and wrote a poem on it.

Then, she handed it over to the koi boy.

The koi boy was illiterate and didn't care what was written on it. He didn't care at first and took the piece of white paper.

But before she could react, she felt her hands suddenly heavy.

She glanced at it in shock, but soon she no longer cared about it.

Because that seemingly light piece of white paper was actually as heavy as a ton of weight. Even if she tried her best, she wouldn't be able to pick it up for a while.

Fortunately, the little boy looks weak, but he is actually a century-old giant koi, and he is stronger than Song Lanyi.

Her face turned red from suppressing it, and without saying a word, she held up the white paper and walked towards the back of the screen step by step.

It's just that if she doesn't take a step, she will leave deep indentations on the ground.

This is a bit scary.

Everyone was stunned.

What the hell, what other poems did Song Lanyi write?

It should be noted that to judge the quality of a poem, in addition to observing the vision, you can also rely on the weight of the poem's traces.

It is said that the original calligraphy used in poetry and prose all over the world can even crush a meteorite from the sky on a piece of paper.

The so-called "a thousand kilograms" is nothing more than this.

It's just that... Song Lanyi's poem is obviously of great importance, but why is there no sign of any vision revealed?

This is puzzling.

Originally, Ao Huanhuan was also confused in her heart.

But when I saw the ink characters on the rice paper, everything became clear.

Just because... this poem is not a complete poem.

Judging from its appearance, there is only one sentence.

"You buried your bones in the mud under the spring."

"I send this world to the world with a head full of snow."

Ao Huanhuan looked at this sentence blankly and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Under the Nine Netherworld, not only are the bones corroded on the Huangquan Road, but also the earthly faces of the lovers.

On the worldly road, the tops of the mountains are covered with white snow. Not only are there craggy rocks, but they are also like green silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening.

There was silence behind the screen for a long time, and even the people outside the screen couldn't help but fall silent.

After a while, a slightly dry and hoarse voice sounded.

"Why is this poem... incomplete?"

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "I didn't write this poem. It's a friend, but it's just not convenient for him to come out to see you now."

After saying that, she also made a joke, "I am still young and have not been separated. If I can write such a poem, wouldn't I hand over my own excuse and force others to be suspicious of me?"

Everyone outside the screen smiled, feeling that Song Lanyi was a rare honest person despite his young age.

At the same time, they became more and more curious about what was written on the rice paper.

"They are friends..." Ao Huanhuan was a little lost in thought and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really admirable to be so affectionate."

Song Lanyi chuckled lightly, shook her head and said, "Seventh Sister, you are wrong."

Ao Huanhuan was not annoyed, but just a little confused, "Why?"

"The author of this poem did not write it to mourn his deceased wife, but to mourn his good friend."

No matter how much Ao Huanhuan thought, she could never expect this answer.

A flash of inspiration flashed through her mind, but she failed to capture it.

"you mean……"

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "Seventh sister, don't worry too much about the things in front of you. Not only men, but also friends, relatives, teachers, etc. The world is so big, in this world of immortal martial arts, everything is possible. As long as you are patient enough

, you will always wait for the person you want."

Upon hearing this, the young man behind him suddenly became anxious.

What does Song Lanyi mean?

I originally thought that since she couldn't marry the princess, there was no threat at all.

But now...what words? What did she say?

This girl can't marry the princess, so I might as well advise the princess not to marry her.

This is so... so cruel.

All the roots were dug up.

No need for men anymore.

Fortunately, there was a screen to block it. Otherwise, if they saw Ao Huanhuan's enlightened look, they would probably have knives flying towards Song Lanyi's face.

After a moment, Ao Huanhuan stood up from her knees and actually took the initiative to open the screen.

She looked at Song Lanyi with gratitude in her eyes, "I have been confused these days. I care too much about other people's words. I thought I would not be affected, but in fact, when I proposed Xiu Lou

I was already affected when I was choosing a son-in-law."

She sighed, raised her head, and looked directly at Song Lanyi.

Although Song Lanyi is young, she is thin and looks a bit taller than Ao Huanhuan.

Ao Huanhuan said sincerely, "I have never lacked anything. I have the care of my father and mother, and companions like you. Love is not a necessity for me. And..."

She smiled playfully and said, "If I really must choose a son-in-law, I can follow my mother's example and choose a few more."

Song Lanyi was suddenly startled and felt that she was wronged, "Sister, I didn't teach you to say that!"

She turned her head and saw those prospective husbands looking at her with murderous looks on their faces.

Some have even started sharpening their knives against Song Lanyi.

If a rich woman has many men, can she be called a scumbag?

It's like a heart breaking into many petals, each petal falling in love with a different person.

But... they didn't dare to attack Ao Huanhuan, but they could attack Song Lanyi...

Just as they were staring, Crab Shiba's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at them with his teeth bared.

Even Zhu Xulin, who seemed to be the least concerned about it, stopped being careless at this time and rolled up his sleeves with a half-smile, revealing a seal on them.

Anyone who knew Zhu Xulin's identity would be shocked.

Compared to Zhu Xulin, even Ao Huanhuan and Xie Shiba are not that important.

After all... they are all from the sea tribe.

It’s better for the county magistrate to take charge now!

Ao Huanhuan was on the side, trying to put away the original poem in his hand while no one was paying attention.

But at this juncture, a young man from the human race suddenly snatched the original poem from her hand.

Ao Huanhuan was startled, and then angry.

Oops, I finally collected the original poems. I thought I could take them home and show them off. Who would have thought that this cooked duck can really fly?!

She turned around and wanted to take it back, so angry that the dragon horns above her head shone.

The young man was originally just unhappy that his trip today was in vain, and wanted to seize the poem and go back to take a closer look to see what was so strange about the poem.

After all, if he wanted nice words from Ao Huanhuan, with the proud temperament of the dragon princess, she really wouldn't show it to them.

He didn't care at first, but when he saw the content above, his expression changed and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Holding the poem as heavy as a meteorite in his hand, he felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on his heart, and his sadness was like the wind in the city of Shuobei.

I could only hear him reading word for word——

"Jun, bury, spring, under, mud, pin, bone."

"I sent my head full of snow."

(End of chapter)