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

Chapter 89 The banquet for the son-in-law turns into grabbing the poem manuscript (6)

You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.

This simple sentence touched the hearts of many people present in an instant.

We are all young men, high-spirited, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and they are the most romantic and carefree.

But again, just like the rime in the winter morning, the young man likes the faint sadness of a river of tobacco, the wind all over the city, and the yellow rain of plums.

As a poem says: Young people don't know the taste of sadness, so they fall in love with the stairs. If they fall in love with the stairs, they forcefully express their sorrow in order to compose new words.

The word "sorrow" is the most hurtful, but also... the most touching.

I could only hear someone shaking his head, lowering his head and murmuring this poem, murmuring, "I want to write about melancholy, not about the coolness of autumn, not about the light rain, but about the wild geese flying south, and about the several coolnesses of autumn in life."

"If you want to write about life and death, don't write about tombs, don't write about plain things. Instead, you should write about the beautiful scenery in good times, but how the sky is, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow."

These words made everyone think deeply.

Ao Huanhuan took this opportunity, tiptoed over, stretched out her hand to cover the original poem, and jerked it.

But he didn't take it away.

She was stunned for a moment, then twitched hard, but it still didn't come away.

Ao Huanhuan's eyes were almost red.

She has many treasures, but among these treasures, there is not a "one-word" manuscript of poetry.

Now she was asked to watch the manuscript being snatched away, how could she bear it!

Ao Huanhuan was furious, "This is mine! Sister Nineteen wrote it to me!"

The young man glanced sideways at Ao Huanhuan and said lightly, "Oh. This poem is quite good. Now it's mine."

Ao Huanhuan was stunned.

Are all humans this way?

How can he be worse than a bandit?

She was surprised and couldn't help but said, "Aren't you going to pursue me? Is it really okay for you to just take my things away like this?"

The young man's eyebrows jumped, "I was pursuing you just now, but not now."

Ao Huanhuan:......

Ao Huanhuan felt a little tired.

Maybe this is human beings.

Her previous filter on human beings was too deep.

Song Lanyi hid aside and watched everyone fight over a sentence of poetry.

Even Ao Huanhuan, who had prided himself on his identity at the beginning, could not help but join the chaotic battlefield at this moment. Dressed in golden dragon scales, he suppressed everyone for a while.

Seeing that Ao Huanhuan showed off his special skills, the remaining sea and human tribes did not stop.

Grandma, what are you getting into?

Real men should grab poetry manuscripts!

Song Lanyi hid in a small corner and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded as she watched the turban and the feather fan flying together, and the robe and boots of the same color.

No matter how many times she hinted it in her heart, she would still be shocked by the world's pursuit of knowledge.

Especially poetry manuscripts, which are easier to learn and appreciate than scriptures and meanings, and have a stronger ability to empathize, are increasingly sought after by everyone.

In this way, Song Lanyi realized more and more how valuable the so-called "last life" experience was to her now.

She even suspected that she had always thought that among the nine lifetimes, she only knew Mengdie I.

So is it possible...the so-called previous life is also one of the Nine Life Paths and Fruits?

Song Lanyi patted Crab Shiba and yawned, "Brother Shiba, it's getting late, it's time to go back."

Crab Shiba still had eyes the size of brass bells open, trying to identify a suitable son-in-law for Ao Huanhuan.

After watching for a long time, he only saw the scene of Ao Huanhuan and this group of people fighting swords.

Hearing Song Lanyi's voice, Crab Shiba woke up as if from a dream.

He slapped his forehead suddenly and smiled naively, "Yes, yes, it's getting late. The adults in my sister's family should be worried. Brother, I will take you out right now."

When she heard "the adults in the family", Song Lanyi's smile faltered slightly, but the next second, the curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider, and her smile became brighter.

When Zhu Xulin heard this, he took another look at Xie Shiba, and then looked at Song Lanyi carefully. Seeing that Song Lanyi had no reaction, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking out of the mirage, the brilliant embroidered buildings behind you and the noisy gongs and drums on Luogu Street have all disappeared.

It's as if it's really a mirage.

But in my ears, the loud sound of books in the embroidered building seemed to be echoing again.

Arriving in front of Song's house, Song Lanyi looked at the plaque on the house, the stone lions on both sides, and the empty door. She sighed slightly in her heart, but she still had a smile on her face.

She stood in front of the vermilion gate, turned around and said goodbye to Xie Shiba and Zhu Xulin.

Before leaving, Crab Shiba, a fool, said with a smile, "Sister, we have known each other for a while, why haven't I seen your father and mother?"

As soon as he said this, Zhu Xulin kicked him rudely and dragged him away without waiting for him to say anything.

Song Lanyi laughed when she saw this.

Her father is not dead, he just left home because of something.

Perhaps because he was born in the royal family, Zhu Xulin was born to be very sensitive to this kind of observation.

He usually looks carefree, but that's simply because he's too lazy to watch his actions.

Seeing their figures disappear, Song Lanyi turned around, opened the door, and walked into the mansion.

As soon as Hajime entered the mansion, she saw a dim yellow light swaying slightly in the lampshade.

"Uncle Wang?" she said in surprise when she saw the person coming.

Butler Wang held the light and stood on the spot. The thick ink-like night became his background at this moment.

The wind blew suddenly, and the lights swayed.

All I heard was his gentle voice, "Miss, welcome home."

Song Lanyi looked at this scene and was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, she seemed to be back when Song Hanhai was still at home.

No matter how late she came back, the light in the study would always come on.

She also looked at Butler Wang and smiled, "I'm back, Uncle Wang."

the other side.

Zhu Xulin dragged Crab Shiba all the way to a secluded place. Seeing the latter's confused look, he said angrily, "If you can't speak, don't talk about it next time. You know what happened to Song Lanyi's parents, but you still took advantage of it."

Speak up."

"Huh?" Xie Shiba said in surprise, "What happened to her parents?"

Zhu Xulin was simply convinced.

"Her father has gone on military duty, and her mother is gone. If you are such a fool, don't mention such things in the future."

"That's it..." Crab Shiba didn't expect that there was such a connection.

Zhu Xulin glanced at him suspiciously, "You idiot, what are you thinking about there?"

Xie Shiba followed his words and spoke out what was in his heart, "What I mean is...since the sea ban has been opened, can the sea ban be opened wider?"

This is not something a fool would say.

Zhu Xulin became curious, "What are you going to do?"

Crab Shiba said nothing, but took out the mirage beads from his pocket.

He stretched out his hand and tossed the mirage in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the mirage is translucent and translucent, giving it a dreamlike feeling.

I have published six chapters so far, each chapter contains 2000+ words, which is about 1.20,000 words. I will continue to write as much as I can, and strive to have a total of no less than 20,000 words. Thank you to the genuine readers who have supported it until now.

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