Here, the eldest maid Chunxing finished her business and turned around to report to Aunt Jin.

In the living room, Aunt Jin was sitting upright on a chair, and while she was leaving, she should carefully taste the cooked ginseng tea. Women should be kind to themselves, especially to maintain their body, beauty, no one asked, no one was asking about it, and some old lady Xu was chasing her? And this ginseng tea is the most helpful for recuperation. Aunt Jin has been here in the Zhao family for many years, but she has no other hobbies, but she just likes to drink a few sips of ginseng tea.

With a delicate jade hand, I lifted the embroidered phoenix tea slices, my plain teeth and red lips, and I blew the fragrant tea style. My head was slightly hanging, my sandalwood mouth was lightly opened, and I tasted it lightly, and I felt elegant and charming.

"Report to my wife, everything is ready. Mr. Liu is very good at using those compass utensils and brushes." Chunxing bowed to Aunt Jin, and then stood aside and reported in detail.

Aunt Jin put down the teacup, "Didn't he say anything else?"

"Others? I just mentioned the care and thoughtfulness of my wife for helping him prepare. I would like to thank her more here." Chunxing said with a smile.

"He is a fortune teller, but he didn't even bring anything to eat. I helped him a lot, so of course I would like to thank me." Aunt Jin glanced at Chunxing, and saw that the maid's cheeks were red and circling, full of charm, and couldn't help but have doubts in her heart, and she said, "You have been in contact with him for so long, what kind of person do you think is that Mr. Liu?"

"Mr. Liu? I dare not comment!" Chunxing bowed and said.

"But it's okay, I just want to hear what you think of him. Is he good or bad?" Aunt Jin asked with a smile.

"This..." Chun Xing thought for a moment, then avoided the important and said lightly: "The young master Liu looked gentle and kind, but his behavior was a bit frivolous... but in general, it was quite gentle and polite."

"Is that all?"

“Yes, that’s all.”

"It's hard for you, I haven't been bewitched..."

"I don't understand what the lady means." Chunxing said with courage.

"I don't understand now, you will understand in the future. Okay, let's go down!" Aunt Jin waved his hand. Chun Xing was about to retreat, but Aunt Jin suddenly said, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Ah, this..." Chunxing then realized that he had always held Master Liu's "abandoned" masterpiece in his hand, but he didn't want his wife to discover it. "Madam, this is a poem written by Master Liu, I ask me to help throw it away."

"A poem? I forgot that he was a scholar in addition to being a traitor full of nonsense, and he was also a scholar... Please let me see it." Aunt Jin was very curious. What kind of poems could this little traitor with a mean mouth and a slick head? But I thought that he had been a scholar, and this poem must be like the eight-legged essay he made, and those who were full of words could not understand what it said.

Although Chunxing was reluctant to leave her, she did not dare to disobey her master's orders and naturally presented the poem.

Aunt Jin took the scroll of paper and spread it out to see that her opinion was quite different from Chun Xing.

Chun Xing directly glanced at the quality of the handwriting, just looking at whether the content was elegant and whether the lyrics were deep. As for Aunt Jin, she looked at the words before she read the poems.

There is a saying that the word "女" means character and character, and a broad mind.

And Liu Wenyang's calligraphy is definitely...why is the word "bad"?

In his spare time, Aunt Jin not only learns to be a girl and embroider, but also likes to dance and write ink. Occasionally, she also reads some famous poems and writes some petty-bourgeois articles to improve her literary cultivation.

Therefore, in the eyes of Aunt Jin, the quality of a person's handwriting is directly related to the person's character.

If the person's hand is like a person, if the person's hand is square, the person will be upright and unrighteous; if the person's hand is sloppy, the person will be treacherous and evil.

But the brush calligraphy in front of me... no matter how well Aunt Jin is in cultivation, she couldn't help but say: Is this written by someone?!

It can be said that at this moment, Liu Daguanren's calligraphy and handwriting directly lowered his character by several levels. Of course, if someone still has character...

The maid Chunxing was watching the words and expressions. Seeing her wife's brows frowning, her red lips were slightly raised, and a trace of disdain and disgust appeared on the corner of her mouth, she knew that the poems of her beloved Mr. Liu were not attracted to her. Seeing this, she was happy and couldn't tell why. She just felt that the more her wife hated this Mr. Liu, the better. It was better to throw this poem back to her, so she hid it, put it in the boudoir and ponder it carefully, press it under the pillow and savor it slowly.

"I really don't know how Liu Wenyang's scholar was, and he actually had such ugly calligraphy!" Aunt Jin complained in her heart, and she resisted the urge to rub the paper in front of her and looked patiently.

"Mulan Ci"---

If life is just like the first meeting, what if the autumn wind is sad and painted a fan?

The old friends' hearts change easily, but the old friends' hearts change easily.

After reading the previous two sentences, Aunt Jin was shocked. Her originally locked brow naturally released, and an incredible expression appeared in her eyes.

She held the volume of poems and continued to read them---

After the songs in Mount Li, the night is half gone, and the tears are gone and the bells are gone.

How can I be as happy as a man in a brocade and wish to be together on the same day?

After reading these last two sentences, Aunt Jin was stunned again, her fingers holding the scroll of paper trembled slightly, and she had already flown into the space of imagination. She seemed to see herself staying alone in the boudoir for many years, and her beauty flew away... But as the poem says, "The rain of tears will never complain."

This is not a poem, it is simply a portrayal of one's own life!

I am alone in the fragrance of the boudoir and no one complains. All of this is my own life!

But if life is just like the first meeting, where is your first meeting?!

Aunt Jin's thoughts became a little crazy.

But there is one thing she can be sure of, it is definitely a "perfect and good word"!

But what she didn't expect was why a person who wrote such bad words could write such quatrains?!

Is this still a person’s creation?!

The words are as bad as dogs!

The words are as beautiful as the dance of the phoenix!

All this is incredible!

"If life was just like the first meeting, why did the autumn wind make a sad fan?" Aunt Jin said silently, "What kind of talent should be able to write such a sad and sad poem?!"

For a moment, she was completely infatuated.

Previously, the eldest maid Chun Xingyan frowned when she saw her wife holding the poem and waiting for the thoughts she wanted to vomit, and she was secretly happy in her heart. However, she suddenly saw Aunt Jin looking like she was possessed of a demon, and she was still muttering words in her mouth, so she hurriedly called out: "Madam, how are you?"

Aunt Jin woke up, returned to reality from the elegant and beautiful poem, and concealed it: "I thought about some errands, but I was distracted... You go down and work, and the team will set off later."

Chunxing replied, and had the intention to speak, and asked Mr. Liu to return the poem, but saw Aunt Jin's eyes were slight and strange, and she didn't mention this matter at all, so she had to leave reluctantly.

How could Aunt Jin know that she had just seized a bad poem, but actually seized the heart of the big maid Chunxing.

Seeing the maid go out, Aunt Jin couldn't help but spread the poem out and look at it carefully. She looked over and over again. The more she read it, the more she liked it. So she took the paper and pen and copied it carefully on the new paper to prevent Liu Wenyang's bad hand from staining this wonderful poem.

After copying, looking at the new poem that integrates the words and words, it is like a talented beggar dressed in a beautiful young man dressed in a gorgeous dress. Aunt Jin then exhaled a breath of fragrance, feeling extremely comfortable in her heart, and vaguely felt that she had saved a beautiful poem that could be passed down through the ages.

But not long after she was happy, she remembered the "original creator" of this poem again. Her heart was extremely chaotic and she said angrily: "The words are so bad, and the words are so wonderful... But I don't know what kind of monster the Liu family child is!"

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