Chapter 37

The warm spring sun, soft sprinkle on her body, add more beautiful posture.

When a poem is finished, she puts down her brush and turns to look at the old prince. Her eyes are clear and beautiful, and there is a little light flowing. When she moves, it looks like a wave of light.

She vomited and said playfully, "grandmother, I've finished it, but it's a pity that it's not good. Don't punish me."

Long Chi was dazed, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Never know, this grass bag girl, unexpectedly has this good color!

"You this wench, still can be afraid of me to punish?" the old Tai Jun spat, but the complexion is soft down, get up, personally walk to Lu Liangwei's desk, pick up the paper in front of her.

Read softly: "last year, today in this door, face peach blossom red, face I do not know where to go, peach blossom still smile spring breeze."

After reading, the yard was quiet.

After a long time, the old lady regained her mind and stared at Lu Liangwei, "girl, did you write this poem yourself?"

Lu yunshuang clenched the handkerchief in her hand and glanced a few complicated things in her eyes.

How is it possible that this little girl can't even recite a poem? How can she compose a poem?

aunt Zheng thinks the same way. This little bitch has been pampered and indulgent since she was a child. She hasn't read several books. How can she compose a poem?

Compared with their contempt for Lu Liangwei, Long Chi stares at Lu Liangwei thoughtfully.

When people don't know where to go, peach blossom still laughs at the spring breeze?

after thinking that he understood the meaning of Lu Liangwei's poems, the bottom of Long Chi's eyes flashed a little contemptuous.

This woman, before, said that she didn't want to be her own concubine, but in her heart, she clearly didn't forget him, otherwise, how could she write such a poem today?

Lu yunshuang saw that the old prince was full of admiration, and just about to expose Lu Liangwei, she had already started.

"Grandmother, you really look up to me. Where can I write poetry? This poem is what I used to read in books. I thought it was good, so I recited it."

Lu yunshuang smell speech, the corner of the mouth hook hook, calculate this grass bag girl has self-knowledge.

The old lady heard that although she was disappointed, she thought that her granddaughter didn't like reading before. How could she have become so talented in the past?

When she thought about it, she felt relieved again, stroked her cool hair and said lovingly, "it doesn't matter if you can't write poetry. Grandma didn't ask you to be a teacher, but it's always good to read more books on weekdays."

"I know." Lu Liang Wei should come down, the appearance is very clever.

Seeing this, Lao Taijun felt even more happy and asked, "grandma has read several books, but how come I have never seen this poem you wrote before? Which book is it?

Lu Liangwei blinked, "I don't remember which book I saw, but if I saw it next time, I will send it to my grandmother."

"Good." Lao Taijun nodded.

Lu yunshuang's eyes were full of gloom.

It is clear that her poems are better than those copied by Lu Liangwei, but in the eyes of Lao Taijun, there is only Lu Liangwei.

It made her feel very uncomfortable.

As soon as I turn my head, I see that long Chi is staring at Lu Liangwei. I feel thoughtful. My heart is shocked and filled with envy.

Old prince so, even the prince's eyes also fell on Lu Liangwei.

Lu yunshuang's eyes gouged out Gu Liangwei.

This little girl!

Soon it was noon, and the kitchen had already prepared the food and wine, so the people stayed in fushutang for dinner.

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