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Chapter 26 Let Her Write Poetry

Zuo Xiang was stunned for a moment. Yan Hao rarely brought his wife to show up. His wife was also very low-key. Everyone thought it was because of his wife's ugly appearance. Of course, many people had seen the black face of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It's just that when his wife became so beautiful, it's no longer comparable to ordinary women.

"Please invite you," he quickly stretched out his hand and compared the word "Ask", but his eyes narrowed and he stared at Qi You'er from time to time.

Qi Youer smiled at him, actually trying to roll her eyes. Yan Hao shook her fingers and said, "I will go to the Imperial Pinlou later and buy his snacks for you."

"Okay," Qi Youer felt a little worried when she heard this, and she was full of displeasure.

By the way, she wants to buy more and keep them for nighttime as a night of rest.

Entering the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, there are already lights and decorations in the mansion, and people come and go, and you can see all the officials, ladies, and ladies of all sizes at any time. Some of them cover their mouths and smile, shy and timid, some of them.

As for this, I am aloof and self-admiring, and I really have all kinds of people.

Qi Youer sat down with Yan Hao. She was still interested in the fruits and snacks placed on the table. Yan Hao knew her temperament and had already picked up a small snack for her to eat. She ate it without hesitation.

He also looked at others from time to time.

Three women play one, and so many women don’t know how many dramas it is.

"Mrs. Yan?" This was a soft and charming voice that reached Qi You'er and his ears. To be honest, it was really too soft and tired, which made her whole body full of goose bumps.

"You are..." She raised her face and smiled dignifiedly. In fact, according to Qi Youer, this is not dignity, but a thrust face.

"Hello, Mrs. Yan, I'm polite." The woman in front of me gave a tribute. She was a natural good socialist, with good movements and expressions in place, and even the feeling was that Qi Youer knew that she was beyond the reach of the world.

"This is Mrs. Zuo Xiang," Yan Hao reminded Qi You'er, and he smiled politely at Mrs. Zuo Xiang, without much heat.

Qi Youer also stood up and gave a gift, "Hello, Mrs. Zuo," and gifted like this. In fact, Qi Youer was really helpless, and she knew that she could not eat this snack.

This is not good, and the good ones do not come. This has been the case throughout history.

"I wonder if you can ask Mrs. Yan to say a few words?" Mrs. Zuo Xiang pointed to the group of women on the side, where were wives and concubines of all officials in the court. This time, Zuo Xiang probably killed the entire Tianyu officials.

He invited him, and of course his wife.

"Then there is Mrs. Lau," Qi You'er closed her eyes slightly, very shy, but in the eyes of Mrs. Zuo Xiang, she had already determined that Qi You'er was a woman who couldn't get on the table, and her eyes were quick

Something happened to pass by, and then he pulled Qi You'er's hand very hotly.

"Sister, please come with my sister," Qi Youer felt goose bumps on her body again. Their relationship was not so good, right?

Qi You'er was pulled among a bunch of women, and she really felt that her face was about to laugh.

These women are fat and thin, obviously, they are not good. The pair of wolves-like eyes are simply swallowing her and then cubes. She really wants to say that her meat is not delicious.

Very dirty.

Two more greetings, Qi You'er always kept her low profile. When others greeted her, she said yes. When others praised her, she bowed her head and pretended to be shy. In fact, she was yawning. She really didn't want to be.

I'm wasting time here and if I have time, it's better to go back and study a few types of ice creams and make money for her.

I don't know who proposed to compete for his talents, Qi Youer couldn't help rolling his eyes. Is there any newness? At this time, she found that many eyes were falling on her, Qi Youer's

Her head lowered even lower, but it also made people think she was afraid.

"Sister, let's play with us. Lord Right Prime Minister is an outstanding talent today. I believe my sister is also a scarf country," Mrs. Left Prime Minister took Qi You'er's little hand again. This was a praising word in public, and secretly in public.

Maybe it's ironic. Who doesn't know that Qi Youer was born in a farmhouse, and how could this farmhouse child learn to learn to read?

The excitement here is naturally impossible to hide from the man who is talking a lot in the distance. This was a very ordinary family dinner, but now it has become a competition. There is more than just a smoke removal here.

Now these ladies are already thinking about what kind of talent they should be amazed by, and they are all preparing for their best skills.

Qi Youer thought about herself, yes, it seems that she is not good at it.

The people in the prime minister's house are very efficient. They quickly arranged the pen, black paper, inkstone, musical instruments, etc. they wanted to use.

"I'll do it first," Mrs. Zuo Xiang walked forward slowly, picked up a pen and wrote a poem on the paper. She wrote the small plum blossom calligraphy very well. I think that when she was at home, she was not missing her at home.

I had to worry about it, otherwise I wouldn't have married the Zuo Xiang.

Then other people came forward, and even the lady who wanted to show off was inevitable. She always wanted to give her some light on her face.

When it was Qi You'er, Qi You'er held the pen for a long time, then gently stroked the broken hair in his ears with embarrassment, and naturally he didn't feel ashamed.

"I am a farm girl and I don't know poetry."

"Sister is humble," said the Left Prime Minister, laughing, "Our right Prime Minister of Tianyu Country is a stunning talent. How could my sister not understand poetry?"

Qi You'er's lips bent, but in fact, Xinchen is already cursing people. Shi, you sister, didn't you say just now, sister is a farm girl, she can farm, how can she do poetry? In fact, she can also grow it.

A small potato.

Yan Hao's eyebrows were a little tight, but he didn't stop anything. He knew that Qi Youer would solve these things himself, and she seemed to be having a lot of fun.

After a while, Qi You'er was really entangled and had no choice. She snorted in her heart, "You want to write a poem, okay, just write it, and even if you write it, it's amazing. I'm so angry, let you go again in the future."

I don't want to see my sister's masterpiece.

She picked up the pen and bit her lips gently. Her eyes were also misty and foggy, which was adorable. However, most people were watching her jokes at this time. No, it was to see Yan Hao.

It was a joke, but there were people who were close friends with Yan Hao, who secretly broke into a cold sweat for Yan Hao.

Therefore, marrying a good wife is an extremely important thing. To put it bluntly, it is to not talk about glamor or something in these occasions, at least, don’t just smear the face.

Qi Youer waved his pen.


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