Lin Zhiran's face turned pale all of a sudden.

When her previous poems were seen by her cousin, it was the beginning of the year. At that time, Zhang Hanwen also read the poems she wrote carefully and carefully, then sighed and criticized many shortcomings in each poem.

But Zhang Hanwen's tone was not disgusting or impatient, but like an adult tolerating children's jokingly, she was soft and helpless, but every sentence was heart-wrenching.

His meaning is that his poems cannot be put on the stage.

This perception made her ashamed and uncomfortable. There were a lot of poems in the box. The whole process of reading poetry lasted for a long time. Lin Zhiran wanted to stop it several times, but was stopped by Zhang Hanwen on the grounds that she was kind to read the text. She had to do so.

It's like a needle and felt next to it

Lin Zhiran still remembered that Zhang Hanwen finally sighed, and thoughtfully listed several books for her to read these books first and then try to write poems.

Although he did not complain, Lin Zhiran could sense what he meant and wasted his time.

The books Zhang Hanwen talked about are all basic rhythms. In fact, she had read them a long time ago. It is precisely because of this that she felt that she might not really be the material for writing poetry, and she was discouraged and locked up the poems again.

Back to the box.

But now I am told that my cousin once wrote a poem that was almost the same as her at that time.

Lin Zhiran's eyes were a little complicated and flustered. Even though she never liked to guess people's hearts, she knew that this matter was a bit subtle.

Lin Zhaoying patted A Ran's hand comfortably, and turned to Xie Jingci and said, "I would like to ask Zhuang Yuanlang and our sisters to go to the study to discuss in detail."

Although Zhang Hanwen was sent by her to pick up horse manure for her horse, just in case, it would be better to find a place where there is no one.

When I arrived at the study, Lin Zhaoying gave all the poems in the box to Xie Jingci, "How about everything except the one just now?"

Lin Zhiran was also seriously beside his sister and listened to Xie Jingci's next words.

Xie Jingci read all the poems in it and picked out more than ten poems that were very similar to those written by Zhang Hanwen.

Most of them were written by Zhang Hanwen when drinking with literati guests in restaurants. Every time he came out, he was amazed by the literati around him.

Although Xie Jingci is estranged from Zhang Hanwen, he is also a candidate in this year's examination and has also heard from his friends many times.

Every time I pick it out, there is no need to say that Xie Jingci, Lin Zhiran will first introduce the origin and time of his writing of this poem.

The more I talked, the more frightened I became, and half of the small box actually collided with Zhang Hanwen.

Xie Jingci was no longer as casual as before, but sat up straight and looked at Lin Zhaoying solemnly.

Lin Zhaoying saw that these two people were looking at her, as if she was waiting for her to make a decision.

She couldn't help but touch Lin Zhiran's head, although Xie Jingci's head seemed easy to touch.

But after a moment, Lin Zhaoying returned to her true colors and asked Lin Zhiran: "What are Aran's plans to do?"

Lin Zhiran lowered her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Whether I am selfish or stingy or narrow-minded, I don't want to let this go."

These are all her hard work. These poems that she refused to give up when she was discouraged, but now she just decorated her name with someone else's name, and she was unwilling to accept it.

Lin Zhaoying nodded, she also thought so, "What evidence do you have to keep in your poems? Did you do it first?"

Lin Zhiran looked puzzled. She wrote poems just because she liked them, so she would not know what evidence to leave.

She was anxious, but she had no thoughts for a moment.

Xie Jingci said: "If you really can't think of it, it's best to publish the poems that Zhang Hanwen has not touched, so as not to be used by him in the future. Even if it is stolen in the future, you can make a reasonable and evidence to identify them."

Lin Zhaoying protects her baby: "Aran, don't worry, just a villain, can you do anything to him with your elder sister?"

"I think this time, the poems Zhang Hanwen has written before are indeed a bit awkward and stiff. Except for Miss Lin Er's work, others may have other sources."

Lin Zhaoying agreed, "Zhang Hanwen can easily plagiarize poetry and avoid being criticized, mostly by coaxing the confidants around him who don't know much about these confidants. Just send someone to ask questions. Doing unrighteous things will kill you.

Zhang Hanwen cannot be without any mistakes.”

The two of them comforted each other and sang and reconciled, which really made Lin Zhiran calm down a little. Her heart was a little warm, and suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared, "I have a sister who is in common with me and likes to write operas. Two years ago, my father was out and accompanied her at home.

My relatives and friends went to Lanzhou, but before leaving, they asked me for a few poems and said they wanted to be included in the play."

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Zhang Hanwen has been proud of the past few days. The servants in the mansion are very respectful to him, and Lin Zhaoying is becoming more gentle and gentle to him.

My cousin used to ask him to do some work all day without saying a word. Now, after only picking up horse manure for a long time, he recruited servants to ask if he was tired.

The general's wife no longer urged him to return home quickly, but instead tentatively mentioned in front of him that she was worried about Lin Zhaoying's marriage.

All signs are showing that his cousin seems to be interested in pleasing him.

Therefore, when Lin Zhaoying asked him to go to Zangxiu Building to meet, Zhang Hanwen immediately agreed.

He trims his face, and although he is a little haggard recently, it will probably only arouse his cousin's pity.

Zhang Hanwen visited Zangxiulou once before, and was invited by a wealthy traveler. At that time, he was shocked by the carved beams, painted buildings and magnificent decorations.

This time, it was a little different from the past. A high platform was set up in the middle of the canteen, and a opera troupe was added to sing a "jade case" opera. The actress was graceful and her singing voice was gentle and cool, and the diners below were cheering.

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The room Lin Zhaoying booked was on the second floor, with a vast view and no noise, so she could see the stage on the first floor clearly.

Zhang Hanwen had to walk Lin Zhaoying to feed dogs earlier, so he was different from her. He always thought that he and Lin Zhaoying were the only ones who made every move. Xuanxuan was very good. After entering the compartment, he found that he was still sitting there.

The two of them - Lin Zhiran and Lin Zhiyan.

He said intimately that the two of them had something to do with him, and they were afraid that they would ruin his good things.

Zhang Hanwen was thinking in his heart when he saw Lin Zhaoying put the empty teacup on the table. Before she could think of anything else, she subconsciously poured water.

Lin Zhiyan was also stunned when she saw Zhang Hanwen. She had just lifted her confinement when her sister came to have dinner and watched the show. She wanted to see her cousin before she could meet her.

I didn't expect to meet here.

It was just a month since I saw each other, but Lin Zhiyan felt that it seemed like many years had passed. It was not because I didn’t see each other a day, but because Zhang Hanwen got much older.

Lin Zhiyan was moved by Zhang Hanwen at first because of the beautiful charm of the green robe book growing up, like the bright blue pine and bright moon. But now it seems that it has changed from the bright blue pine and bright moon to the shabby stone under the pine and dark clouds beside the moon.

She has always paid attention to her appearance and dressing up. Even if she is confined to the mansion, she will dress up carefully and beautifully every day.

Now seeing my cousin whom I miss day and night, and who has beautified countless times, has become a little bit shrill. Lin Zhiyan’s love and longing have faded a lot.

No, she shouldn't be so shallow. Lin Zhiyan warned herself that although her cousin is not good now, she has excellent character and is in a mountain scenery and is extremely majestic.

He is as handsome as a man and never flatters others. This is where he truly impresses her and makes her sure of her feelings.

After doing a good job in psychological construction, Lin Zhiyan smiled, "Cousin."

Without receiving a response, she looked over with some confusion and saw Zhang Hanwen, who was "like a jade, powerful, and never flattering others", bent down skillfully while pouring water for Lin Zhaoying with a flattering smile.

"My cousin has been waiting for so long and must be thirsty. I'll pour a glass of water for Cousin Ying'er first. It's the temperature you are familiar with. It's not hot or cold. It's just right in the mouth."

He spoke in a flattering tone, skillful movements, and his voice was filled with unintentional intimacy, like a flattering villain.

Lin Zhiyan was stunned again. Before she could even break her heart, Lin Zhiran next to her pulled her sleeves.

Lin Zhiran has long been impressed by Lin Zhaoying's "rich and powerful". Today, the elder sister and Zhang Hanwenyi look even more handsome.

She couldn't help but shine with Lin Zhiyan and exclaimed in a low voice: "Sister has changed into smoke-green clothes today, just like the bright green pine and moon, and is extremely majestic. If she is a man, it will cause many women in the capital to worry about it."
Chapter completed!