Back three years ago, at this time, this famous painting from my previous life was still hidden in Mr. Yun’s study and had not spread in the world. Moreover, no one has written a poem on the painting. Therefore, except Su Jinxin, even Mr. Yun did not know what the second half of this poem was written.

Su Jin thought to himself that if she had the chance in the future, she would definitely ask Mr. Yun, who was good at poetry. Judging from the artistic conception of poetry, Mr. Yun’s friend would definitely be extraordinary and indifferent to ambition.

After all, it was not the poem written by Su Jinxin herself, and she felt a little guilty and guilty. If she could find Mr. Yun’s friend, she would also apologize to him in person. Of course, she would never tell Mr. Yun’s truth, because she was afraid that once Mr. Yun knew the truth, she would definitely look down on her. In addition to being unfair and unfamiliar, perhaps her Su Jinxin would have to add a little more despicable and shameless in Mr. Yun’s heart.

Su Jinxin, you are destined to be an open and upright person in this life.

Su Jin smiled bitterly, and Yu Guang accidentally swept to the bamboo curtain behind the main seat, as if he felt Su Jinxin looking at him. The person behind the curtain was completely stuck and seemed to be at a loss.

"Miss Su Er, can you write poetry?"

"If you can't do it, just hurry up and get down."

Seeing that Su Jinxin was slow to write, Miss Qian thought that this poem stumped Su Jinxin and was overjoyed. As long as Su Jinxin could not fill the second half of the poem, her vow would be repentant. She asked her to take the second lady of the Su family as her teacher. When she thought about it, she felt frustrated. After returning home, she was not laughed to death by the sarcastic sister-in-law.

"Good disciple, it's a big rebellious thing to talk to your master like this." Su Jinxin pretended to be a stern and a stern angrily made Miss Qian's face turn white and red. The ladies of several aristocratic families were still covering their mouths and laughing secretly. Miss Qian suddenly had anger in her chest, holding the long whip in her hand tightly, and mussed secretly, Su Jinxin, you can't write poetry, you dare to be so arrogant. Wait a moment, I will see that I won't beat you all over the ground for teeth.

Su Jinxin smiled, caressed the embroidery on her sleeve casually, turned her back to the painting, walked forward three steps, then turned around, closed her sleeves, and lifted her pen.

God, Miss Su Er really knows how to write poetry!

A few of the ladies present had pale faces and beautiful eyes, but they still had a little hope in their hearts. If they wrote a poem, no one among them would write it, but they would be perfectly connected with the first half of the poem without leaving any trace, as if it was made by one person, which would be much more difficult.

In any case, this Miss Su Er must not be allowed to write a poem, otherwise the young lady of Yun’s mansion will be the one in Miss Su Er’s possession.

Mr. Yun, like Mr. Yun who was exiled to the world, could he fall into the hands of this ordinary-looking Miss Su Second, and let her bully her? During the meal, the ladies of the aristocratic family saw that Su Jinxin was not very good, but had a bad temper and arrogant. Even if Mrs. Yun dared to refute Mr. Yun's words, they couldn't help but speak up for Mr. Yun in their hearts, as if the pure and kind Master Yun, the Master Yun who was not in the Chenhua, married the violent second lady of the Su family, and from then on, they suffered all the tortures and their husband's roots were difficult to revive.

The meal was silent, so quiet that even the slight sound of the bamboo curtain could be heard clearly.

All the ladies of the aristocratic families were staring at the woman in plain clothes without moving. The corners of her mouth were shiny, and the confident light forced her to compare the magnificent and glazed lamps in the hall. Even the aristocratic families, who were somewhat consciously beautiful, subconsciously developed a sense of inferiority in front of this second Miss Su.

Su Jinxin painted half of Prince Yun's paintings, as if she was not worried at all that she would ruin Prince Yun's paintings. She was so natural and so confident that she had already hit all the ladies of the aristocratic families present. Now, she still had to write poems on the paintings, and even defeated their efforts to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for more than ten years.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it looks free and easy, like a flowing cloud and water, letting it go naturally.

The moon is full of ice and snow.

The lying lips slightly, the wolf's hair was scurried away, and a poem was revealed. Those wives of aristocratic families who were already gloating and thought that Miss Su Er could not make a poem were all like a slap, and were stunned on the seat, unable to speak.

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 cried bitterly on the seat, sighing that they were not as good as they were. Miss Qian's face was so pale that she was no longer blood-colored. Could it be that she... she really wanted to take the second ladies from the Su family, who were fourteen years old, and heard a yellow-haired girl calling and drinking all day long, but she could not have any intention of disobeying her.

Thousands of feet of dew are born in the secluded path.

At this time, even the wives of Jiangnan families present could not help but look excited, with incredible expressions. A young lady from aristocratic family who had not yet reached the age of birth had such talent, which was rare in the world. If she was a man, she would be a title on the list and was a disciple of the emperor.

Dance straight towards the lonely shadow.

When Su Jinxin's last word fell, the wolf in his hand flicked, and his body turned slightly, provocatively meeting Mrs. Yun's horrified eyes. Looking at her look of crying or laughing, Su Jinxin laughed loudly. The silver bell-like laughter echoed in the quiet table, becoming more arrogant and arrogant, but it seemed as if she slapped Mrs. Yun in the face in public, stomping her dignity and nobleness hard on her feet.

At this time, half an hour had just arrived, and Mrs. Yun wanted to pick up the tricks again, but she couldn't find any of them.

Su Jinxin did all the requirements of Mrs. Yun, not only did it, but also did it impeccable, so that Mrs. Yun had no room for maneuver.

The wilderness is steep and dust is revealed, and the green bamboos and green leaves are noble;

The horizontal branches are hugged and want to penetrate the sky, but they are just free and easy in the mountains.

The moon is full of cold and snow, and the autumn wind scatters and ripples;

Thousands of feet of dew are blooming in the secluded path, dancing straight to the lonely shadow.

On the painting, poetry is used to describe paintings. There are poems in the paintings. The paintings and poetry scenes are blended together, and no flaws can be found.
Chapter completed!