The warm spring sun shone softly on her body, adding to her beauty.
After finishing writing a poem, she put down her brush and turned to look at the old lady. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tiny rays of light, and they seemed to sparkle with every movement of her frown.
She stuck out her tongue and said playfully: "Grandma, I've finished writing. Unfortunately, I didn't write well. Please don't punish me."
Long Chi stared blankly, then narrowed his eyes slightly.
I never knew that this idiot girl could have such a good color!
"You girl, are you still afraid of my punishment?" The old lady spat, but her expression softened. She stood up, walked to Lu Liangwei's desk in person, and picked up the paper in front of her.
He recited softly: "On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where they are, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
After reading, the courtyard fell silent.
After a while, the old lady came back to her senses and stared at Lu Liangwei intently, "Girl, did you write this poem yourself?"
Lu Yunshuang clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and something complicated flashed through her eyes.
How is it possible that this idiot, who can't even memorize a poem, can compose poetry
Aunt Zheng also thinks the same way. This little bitch has been arrogant and willful since she was a child. She has relied on the favor of the Duke of the country since she was a child. She has never read a few books, so how can she write poetry
Compared to the mother and daughter's contempt for Lu Liangwei, Long Chi stared at Lu Liangwei thoughtfully for a few times.
The human face doesn’t know where to go, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze
After thinking that he understood what Lu Liangwei meant through his poem, Long Chi's eyes flashed with contempt.
This woman had previously stated that she did not want to be her concubine, but in her heart, she clearly had not forgotten him. Otherwise, how could she write such a poem today
Lu Yunshuang saw the old lady's eyes full of admiration. Just when she was about to expose Lu Liangwei, she had already spoken first.
"Grandma, you really think highly of me. I don't know how to write poetry. I read this poem in a book before and thought it was good, so I memorized it."
When Lu Yunshuang heard this, the corner of her mouth curled up, thinking that this idiot was self-aware.
When the old lady heard this, she was a little disappointed, but then she thought about it, this granddaughter didn't like to study before, how could she become so talented all of a sudden
After thinking about it, she felt relieved again. She stroked Lu Liangwei's hair and said lovingly: "It doesn't matter if you can't write poetry. Grandma didn't ask you to become a teacher, but reading more books on weekdays is always beneficial. of."
"Weiwei got it." Lu Liangwei responded, looking extremely well-behaved.
When the old lady saw it, she felt even more happy and asked: "Grandma has also read a few books, but how come I have never seen this poem you wrote before? Which book is it?"
Lu Liang blinked slightly, "I don't remember which book I saw it in, but if I see it next time, I will definitely send it to my grandmother."
"Okay." The old lady nodded.
Lu Yunshuang's eyes flashed with gloom.
The poems she wrote were obviously better than the poems Lu Liangwei copied from somewhere, but in the eyes of the old lady, she only saw Lu Liangwei.
This made her feel very uncomfortable.
Turning around, he saw Long Chi staring at Lu Liangwei, looking thoughtful. His heart was shaken, and he was instantly filled with jealousy.
The old lady was like this, even the prince's eyes fell on Lu Liangwei.
Lu Yunshuang's eyes gave Gu Liangwei a hard look.
This idiot girl!
Soon it was noon, wine and food were prepared in the kitchen, and everyone stayed in Fushou Hall to eat.
(End of chapter)