"A cut plum blossom, the fragrance of red lotus root and the lingering jade mat in autumn?"
"There is a mistake, there is a mistake. The sisters are wrong. Sister, please speak slowly."
"Sister, he said, sisters, listen."
"Do you know me husband, the man named Li, Xiaojia, sister Yan'er?"
We sisters are in the same boat, so no one should call anyone stupid. Who is weaker than the other?
"Keke, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my sister is teasing him, he should continue talking."
Ren Qingxin picked up her tea cup and took a sip of herbal tea before shrugging her shoulders with a smile.
Murong's pretty face was slightly startled. Before she could react, she smiled and shook her head: "Well, that stinky girl of his actually made fun of you sisters."
"Smelly girl, what's wrong?"
"Hey, Sister Lian'er?"
When the eighth princess saw the eyes of all the sisters looking at her, she stood up and waved her hands in a hurry.
You doubt my promise and have been waiting for the day when I will fulfill it.
Now, what we sisters should consider is how to accompany sister Qingxin to sing that poem, "Sister Lian'er, right?"
"Hey, sister Yan'er?"
When we have free time, we sisters will take the time to ask our husbands directly if he is a good guy.
"Hahaha, there is a way. Who can prevent our sisters from getting old and losing their beauty? Sister Wu Xin'er has become more beautiful in her youth."
Furthermore, sister Xin'er also said just now that the poem was written by Xiaojia, a man whom my husband knew.
"Sisters, we sisters have the honor of having sister Wu Xin'er."
"Sister Qingxin, has he thought of another topic to tease the sisters?"
How could one hear that there was a lot of weak and suppressed grievances in that seemingly very intense and very open-minded tone.
"elder sister?"
"Yes, yes, sister Qingxin, what did you tell this good guy before he composed that poem?"
"Sister Qingxin, the sisters will help him."
Ren Qingxin looked at Qinglianshan silently, her head a few times with firm emphasis.
"Sisters, don't look at you, do you know what's going on?
"Sisters, Xiao Guoguo, I personally promised my sister that in the future I will definitely use a four-carriage sedan to marry my sister and leave the house in a grand manner.
"But, Xiao Guoguo, I told my sister that the poem was not written by you.
Bao Liangjia nodded and took a sip of herbal tea, then looked at the small group of sisters around her and smiled.
"Sister Qingxin?"
As soon as Ren Qingxin finished speaking, the mist swirled in her eyes for a long time, and finally slid down quietly along her cheeks.
In this way, sister, you will always wait."
Although my sister may feel wronged in her heart, you have never blamed me.
"Did he personally watch this good guy write that poem with his own hands?"
Sisters, I am willing to spend your whole life betting on Xiao Guoguo's promise.
You can't tell them if those poems have anything to do with you.
"Sister Lian?"
Among the sisters that my sister knows well, is there anyone whose talent can reach the point of turning back?"
Sister Qingxin's reaction at this time was obviously the same as what her sisters were thinking.
Husband, as a dignified daughter, I am not very sentimental, but I am the least sentimental, right?"
Seeing Ren Qingxin's hesitant look, Murong, the Eighth Princess, Wenren Yunshu and all our sisters were moved by it.
"Sister Xin'er, what's the name of the brand?"
"Sister Shan, among my sisters, and among the nephews above who are the same age, are there any who don't have such talent?
Qing Lianshan stared closely at Ren Qingxin's bright, bright eyes, and asked in a sweet voice with a strange expression: "Sister Xin'er, what happened just now, is he happy outside of his heart?"
"Sisters."
Ren Qingxin's face suddenly froze: "Ah? Cry?"
Come, wait until this good guy leaves. Sister, you can compose a melody to that song in your free time.
"Sister Lian'er, that's a bad thing to say. After all, we have a good husband, and we were quite sentimental in those years.
They also thought about it, you are the kind of person who hides in the countryside and hides in the city, pretending to be mysterious and a lowly person in the world.
After about half a cup of tea, all the beauties looked at each other with strange expressions.
Seeing Ren Qingxin's reaction, the Eighth Princess, the Emperor, Yun Daxi and you sisters all looked stunned and looked at each other for a few seconds.
Sister, you always firmly believe that until I fulfill my ambitions, I will not be able to fulfill the promises I made to you."
"A work by a man named Li, sister Yan'er?"
"Yeah, there's something wrong."
As soon as Bao Liangjia finished speaking, Murong, the Emperor, Wenren Yunshu and the sisters all turned their attention to the Eighth Princess in unison.
"Sisters, given my husband's character, it seems that he is capable of writing such poems."
"The man named Li has a small family, and the man named Li has a small family.
Sister and your sisters will not laugh at you."
"Sister Daxi, I am really my sister.
Qing Lianshan saw Ren Qingxin's pear blossoms with rain, and she quickly took out her handkerchief from her sleeves, and wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes with a sigh.
In an instant, Ren Qingxin finally realized what was going on.
"Sister Qing Shi, having said that, my husband, no matter how sentimental I am, can't I write such a poem?
Bao Liangjia immediately took the handkerchief from Qing Lianshan's hand and took a deep breath.
"Oh, sister, I understand. Sisters, it turns out that they have been staring at me with such strange eyes because they are worried that you, sister, will think you are cheating.
When Ren Qingxin said those words, your tone seemed very intense and open-minded.
They treat you so badly, sister, how dare you tease them?"
"Sister Yan'er, is it really him?"
"Yes, if there wasn't a small family with such talented men in the capital, we wouldn't even hear the slightest news!"
Very slowly, Bao Liangjia returned with a few pieces of rice paper in her hands and a beaming smile.
"Sister Qingxin, where are the poems and music scores?"
"Well, that's fine."
"Sisters, why do we sisters have to speculate about that matter out of thin air?
"Sister, what's the name of Ci Pai?"
Bao Liang pressed his finger under Ren Qingxin's fair and jade-like forehead, pretending to be evil and sneered: "Smelly girl, does he dare? Who said this just now?"
If there wasn't such a famous figure in the capital, with our status as sisters, would it be possible for us to hear nothing about it?"
I will marry you at any time, and you, my sister, will marry you at any time.
Sister, you are just right, I am really such a kind and righteous person."
"Hey, Sister Shan."
Bao Liangjia glanced at the sisters around her with a smile on her face, turned slightly and looked into the window, looking towards the study room with longing in her exquisite eyes.
Qinglian Shan'e's eyebrows narrowed and she was about to speak.
Sister, you always firmly believe that Xiao Guoguo and I did it for no reason of my own.
To be continued...