Chapter 167 Second Miss Su and Mr. Yun share a common heart
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Did you laugh today?
Back to three years ago, at this time, this famous painting from the previous life was still hidden in Mr. Yun’s study and had not been spread around the world. Moreover, no one had written a poem on the painting. Therefore, in this world, except Su Jin
My heart is alone, and even Mr. Yun doesn't know what the second half of this poem is about.
Su Jinxin secretly thought that if she had a chance in the future, she would definitely ask Mr. Yun which of his friends was good at poetry. Judging from the artistic conception of the poems, Mr. Yun's friend must be unusual and indifferent.
Mingzhi.
After all, the poem was not written by Su Jinxin herself. She plagiarized other people's poems. She felt somewhat guilty and guilty. If she could find Mr. Yun's friend, she could apologize to him face to face. Of course, she would never
She will tell Mr. Yun the truth because she is afraid that once Mr. Yun knows the truth, he will look down on her. In addition to being immoral, maybe she, Su Jinxin, will add another layer of despicability to Mr. Yun.
Su Jinxin, you are destined not to be an upright person in this life.
Su Jinxin smiled bitterly, and inadvertently glanced at the bamboo curtain behind the main seat with his peripheral vision, as if he could feel Su Jinxin looking at him. The person behind the curtain froze, as if he was at a loss.
"Miss Su Er, do you know how to compose poetry?"
"If you don't know how to do it, just come down quickly."
When Miss Qian saw that Su Jinxin was still reluctant to write, she thought that this poem had stumped Su Jinxin. She was very happy. As long as Su Jinxin could not fill in the second half of the poem, she could renege on her vow and ask her to worship her.
The second young lady of the Su family was my teacher, and I felt aggrieved when I thought about it. After returning home, I was still laughed to death by the mean sister-in-law.
"Good disciple, it is treasonous to talk to my master like this." Su Jinxin pretended to be old-fashioned and said "good disciple", which made Miss Qian's face turn white and red in anger, while several people beside her
A young lady from an aristocratic family was still covering her mouth and enjoying herself. Miss Qian's chest suddenly surged with anger. She held the long whip tightly in her hand and hummed secretly, Su Jinxin, you can't write a poem, how dare you do this?
Arrogant, wait a minute and see if I don’t beat you to pieces.
Su Jinxin smiled, carelessly touched the embroidery on her sleeves, turned her back to Danqing, took three steps forward, then turned around, drew back her sleeves, and picked up her pen.
God, Miss Su Er can really compose poetry!
Among the ladies from aristocratic families present, there were several pale-faced ladies with staring eyes, but they still had some hope in their hearts. If they were to compose poems, none of them would be able to compose them, but they would have to compare with the first half of the poem.
It is much more difficult to make the connection perfect and leave no trace, as if it was made by one person.
In any case, Miss Su Er must not be allowed to write poems, otherwise the young lady of the Yun Mansion would be the treasure of Miss Su Er.
Mr. Yun, like Mr. Yun who was banished to the world, how could he fall into the hands of this mediocre Miss Su Er and let her bully her? The ladies from the aristocratic family at the table saw that Su Jinxin was not very good-looking, but had a bad temper.
He was so arrogant and arrogant that he even dared to refute Mrs. Yun's words, so he couldn't help but feel grievances for Mr. Yun in his heart, as if the pure and kind Mr. Yun, the untainted Mr. Yun, married this member of the Su family.
A violent second lady, she has been tortured ever since, and her husband has been unable to regain his integrity.
It was so quiet at the table that even the slightest sound of the bamboo curtain could be heard clearly.
The eyes of all the ladies and ladies from the aristocratic families present were fixed on the woman in plain clothes. She saw a bright smile on her lips, and the light of confidence forcibly compared with the magnificence and glazed lamps in the hall, even the
Some young ladies from aristocratic families who feel they are extremely beautiful also subconsciously feel a little inferior in front of Miss Su Er.
Su Jinxin painted on half of Mr. Yun's paintings, as if she was not worried at all about ruining Mr. Yun's paintings. Such a matter of course and such confidence had already shocked all the ladies from aristocratic families present to shame.
, now, she still wants to write poems on that painting, which has completely suppressed their efforts in studying piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for more than ten years.
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, with a look of freedom and ease, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, letting nature take its course.
Chanjuan looks beautiful in the ice and snow.
The red lips groaned slightly, the wolf hair walked quickly, and a poem came out. Those ladies from the aristocratic family who were already gloating about the misfortune and thought that the second Miss Su could not compose a poem, all the ladies seemed to have been slapped, and stood stunned on the seats, saying no.
Speak up.
The autumn wind scatters and reflects the ripples.
Bang... It seemed that several ladies from aristocratic families could not bear the blow and fell directly to the ground; several ladies from aristocratic families burst into tears at the seats, lamenting that they were not good enough. Miss Qian's face was so pale that there was no blood left. Could it be that she... really
I want to take the fourteen-year-old second young lady from the Su family as my disciple. I listen to a yellow-haired girl shouting and drinking all day long, but I still can't have the slightest intention of disobeying her.
A thousand feet of dew creates a secluded path.
At this time, even the ladies from the Jiangnan aristocratic families present here couldn't help but look excited, their faces full of disbelief. A young lady from aristocratic families who had not even had hair extensions could have such talent. It was simply rare in the world. If she were a man, she would definitely be on the gold list.
Disciples of the Emperor.
Dancing straight towards the lonely shadow.
When Su Jinxin said the last word, she flicked the wolf hair in her hand, turned slightly, and faced Mrs. Yun's frightened eyes provocatively. Looking at her face, she didn't know if she was crying or laughing, Su Jinxin laughed heartily.
, the laughter like silver bells echoed in the silent dining room, making her look even more aloof and awe-inspiring, but it also seemed like she had slapped Mrs. Yun in the face in public, trampling on her dignity and nobility.
At this time, when half an hour had just expired, Mrs. Yun wanted to find fault again, but could not find any fault.
The retouching of paintings and poems were completed within the stipulated time. Su Jinxin did all the requirements stated by Mrs. Yun. Not only did she do it, she also did it impeccably, leaving Mrs. Yun with no room for maneuver.
The dust rises from the steep mountains in the wilderness, and the green bamboos and green leaves become noble and pure;
The horizontal branches are clasped in knots and are about to fly into the sky, wandering freely in the middle of the mountain.
Chanjuan looks like ice and snow, the autumn wind scatters and reflects the ripples;
Thousands of feet of dew creates a secluded path, leading straight to the solitary dancing figure.
In painting, poetry is used as a metaphor for painting, and there is poetry in the painting. The painting and the poetic scene blend together without any flaws.
Judging from the poem alone, this is basically the work of one person, but in the eyes of all the ladies and ladies from aristocratic families sitting at the table, it was written by Mr. Yun and Miss Su Er. What does this mean? What does it mean that Su Er
The young lady and Mr. Yun have always had the same mind. Not only in painting, but also in writing poetry, the two of them could think of the same thing for a while. In an instant, all the young ladies from the aristocratic family present were heartbroken. Could it be that the rumors were true?
Mr. Yun, who was like a man from heaven, was actually brutally murdered by the ordinary-looking Miss Su Er, who was ripped into his belly and his reputation was ruined.
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