After listening to Li Xiuzhu's words, Li Liuli rolled his eyes at first, then approached Li Xiuzhu, hugged Li Xiuzhu's arm, and said without concealment: "I can eat your little baby, but I can't write poetry."
Well, if you don't know how to do it, you won't do it. So what's the point of having such a proud and arrogant face?
I won't be very proud.
But it’s true, I’m so proud and so cute.
As for the title "baby", Li Xiuzhu let it slip in bed one time, and Li Liuli fell in love with it as soon as he explained it.
Now it's your little baby's turn.
Li Biyao has been participating in poetry gatherings all year round, and naturally knows nothing about poetry. After thinking about it, he said: "Since no one wants to write, then give it to me, and I will also compete with Miao Jin."
Then he looked at Li Xiuzhu and continued: "But my husband can't be idle, why don't we come together."
Li Xiuzhu blinked.
"But I didn't want to write."
Li Biyao also blinked, with a smile on his face.
"But the sisters all want to see your husband's masterpieces."
Li Xiuzhu was startled, and immediately thought of how everyone looked at him just now, "Good guy, are they all waiting for me?"
Before Li Xiuzhu could refuse, Li Biyao continued: "Husband, you don't want your wives to be disappointed, right?"
"...especially your little baby."
Hey, this young netizen, please calm down.
Li Liuli understood instantly, holding Li Xiuzhu's arm and shaking it, his eyes pitiful.
"Husband, I want to see it! Please."
Bulingbuling’s big eyes are hard to resist.
Looking to the side, who can bear this row of big eyes?
"Okay, put a piece of rice paper for me too."
"Um, don't you want the Four Treasures of the Study?"
Li Xiuzhu shook his head.
"No need, I can just wait until my wife finishes writing."
Li Biyao was startled and said with a smile: "Then let me write it first, I have to think about it first."
Li Xiuzhu thought about it and realized that it wasn't impossible. It was just copying. He was good at it.
Time passed by, and it took about more than a minute before Li Xiuzhu selected the poem to copy.
winter boudoir
The snowflakes fly warmly and melt into the cheeks, and the fragrance on the cheeks separates the warmth from the flying snowflakes.
Let the snow bully you in single clothes, and let the snow bully you in single clothes.
The plum blossoms are forming when they are leaving, and the plum blossoms are forming when they are leaving.
If you don't return home, you will regret opening it late; if you open it late, you will regret not returning.
When Li Xiuzhu was writing, pairs of eyes were staring at him. Only Li Biyao closed her eyes and didn't look. She wanted to compete and not be distracted. She must come up with her own poems first to be true.
"Hiss~ Husband, this poem is absolutely amazing."
"Although it doesn't meet the scene, there is no scene at this time. It responds to the title, but it exceeds the title."
Li Xiuzhu shook his head and smiled when he heard this.
After Li Xiuzhu finished writing the words, he covered the poem and did not give it directly to the maid.
These maids are not ordinary maids. As the maids of the third prince's house, they are naturally literate.
Not to mention the poetry, the maid was shocked by the words at the end.
The maid blinked and looked at Li Xiuzhu. Unexpectedly, the unjie layman who could not be found in the capital was actually the champion.
Well, it seems that he was still the son-in-law at that time.
While the maid was thinking wildly, Li Biyao also opened her eyes after a cup of tea.
She first glanced at Li Xiuzhu, and then subconsciously looked at the rice paper in front of Li Xiuzhu.
But when he saw it, Li Biyao was stunned for a moment, and saw that the rice paper in front of Li Xiuzhu was placed upside down.
Not only that, a piece of rice paper was also changed on it, making the seeping ink blurry and invisible.
Seeing this, Li Biyao couldn't help but cast a resentful look at her husband.
Li Xiuzhu didn't care about his wife's eyes, and said with a smile: "It's for your own good that I won't show it to you, so as not to mess up your thoughts. You write it first, and I'll show it to you after I finish it."
In fact, Li Biyao stopped worrying and started writing.
Chang'e's night dance
It's too late for the beautiful flowers in the sky. When people are idle, the jade trees produce their own fragrance.
Ye Shen Yue Leng Yao's stage is quiet, and she is probably dancing in neon clothes with long sleeves.
Li Xiuzhu couldn't help but laugh after reading it. Although there is no word for snow, Qionghua is actually snow.
The artistic conception is also very beautiful.
"As soon as Madam's poem comes out, girls should have a 70% chance of winning."
Li Biyao was also very happy to hear her husband's compliment, but she was more curious about what Li Xiuzhu wrote.
"Husband, show me yours."
Li Xiuzhu heard this and turned over his poem.
Winter Boudoir's Resentment? The title of the poem is quite satisfactory, but it has a more hazy and artistic conception than my own.
In fact, she also wanted to come up with a more artistic poem title, but she felt that whatever she changed, it lacked some charm.
I simply clicked on the title.
Looking down further, Li Biyao was startled for a moment.
Is the poem good? Good.
But what's even better is that the poem's front and back are poems, unique.
Topics, sentences, and artistic conception.
Hiss~ This is even three points better than my husband’s previous peach garden.
But to say which poem is better, I can only say that each is good in its own way, each has its own beauty, and they are all poems that can be passed down through the ages.
Is this my husband? He is so awesome.
Li Biyao was affectionate and proud of having such a husband. She did not realize at all that her husband was just a copycat, standing on Ju Ran's shoulders and taking advantage of the giant's heritage.
Not only Li Biyao, but others were also shocked by Li Xiuzhu's poetry even though it was not the first time they saw it.
Everyone looked at Li Xiuzhu and wanted to recommend themselves to the pillow.
I have decided that I must sleep with my husband at night.
Of course, it was a pity that my relatives came at the wrong time.
At this moment, Li Xiuzhu and the others were sitting next to Xu Miaojin, the previous female student, who handed her poems to the waitress and came over.
Xu Miaojin is not only a female student, but also a first-class beauty.
It's just that she was still young before, so the good guys didn't include Xu Miaojin in the three beauties of the good people in Beijing.
Now that Fu Yuehua is getting married, Su Chengcheng's family is having trouble, and Xu Miaojin is getting haircut after the Chinese New Year. Besides Yu Xuanji, she will also have a place among the three beauties in Beijing. But I don't know who else can make it to this year's list of beauties.
After Xu Miaojin came over, Li Xiuzhu saw this girl for the first time, as well as the sister-in-law who might be the one whom Zhu Di missed so much.
Although Xu Miaojin's figure is not thin, but has just the right proportions.
Wearing a beige long skirt, pink silk sleeves with white edges, a white jade ribbon around her waist, and a fiery red cloak.
A variety of colors form a harmonious and perfect match on Xu Miaojin's body.
It makes people’s eyes light up as soon as they see it, and it’s hard to forget.
But the most stunning thing is her face.
Her smooth and fair complexion, sharp-edged but moderately wide beauty, dark eyes like stars, tall nose, and thin but lovable lips all exaggerate her heroism and femininity.
Yes, this is a contradictory description, but when the contradictions are combined, it seems to be a perfect combination of offense and defense.
Among Li Xiuzhu's many women, less than half are on par with her.
Only Li Liuli, Suru, and Zhao Hede were slightly better.