Ren Qingxin looked at the three princesses, the queen, Wenren Yunshu, Su Weier, Huyan Yunyao and the other sisters, sipping the tea in their cups while staring at her intently, and her whole body tensed up uncomfortably.
Tighten your Lingluo shirt.
Immediately, she lowered her eyes and looked at her clothes a few times, but found nothing wrong.
Ren Qingxin gently lifted up her light green dress, slowly sat on the round stool in front of the dressing table behind her, and looked at the third princess, Murong Shan and the other sisters with a strange expression.
"Everyone...sisters, why are you looking at me like this?"
Murong Shan gently put down the tea cup in her hand, walked to Ren Qingxin's side and stopped.
"Sister Xin'er."
Ren Qingxin raised her jade neck slightly, looked at Murong curiously and nodded gently: "Hey, Sister Shan, what's wrong?"
"Silly sister, if you feel really uncomfortable, just cry and don't hold it back."
"Silly sister, cry, cry, you will feel bad if you cry."
Sister, you haven't waited for so many years, you only care about waiting for a few more years.
Sister, sister, you haven’t gotten used to it a long time ago.”
As Ren Qingxin spoke, she withdrew her gaze from looking at the study, and looked solemnly at the small group of bad sisters in the room.
If you can really create such a small work that can be passed down through the ages, how could you share it with your sisters in a bad way?"
This good guy had something to do, so he accompanied his sister to compose a poem.
Murong E was silent for a moment with a slight frown, then glanced at the bad sisters behind her with a smile.
"The man named Li is Xiaojia, the man named Li is Xiaojia, and sister Yan'er."
Ren Qingxin pursed her red lips a few times and said with a smile: "Sisters, before I saw Xiao Guoguo and I wrote that poem with my own hands, I was also surprised.
Sister, if you weren’t so talented, you would have shown off to them long ago.”
"Oh, Sister Lian."
"So, what did this good guy tell him?"
"Bad sister, this good guy, please tell me slowly what kind of poetry this good guy made with him?"
"Hmm? Sister Xin'er?"
"Oh, sisters, what are they thinking?
"Sister Shan'er, he wants to say that the content of the poem is something that a woman can produce, right?"
Apart from Sister Yun, have any of you sisters gritted their teeth, felt secretly sad, and cried alone until dawn because of this good guy?
After listening to Ren Qingxin's words, the expressions of Murong, the Eighth Princess, Yun Daxi, the Emperor... you sisters and others all became surprised.
"Sister Shan, of course you are happy, sister, how could you be happy?"
Bao Liangjia snorted with a blushing face as she listened to the ridicule of the bad sisters.
Before Ren Qingxin wiped away the tears on her cheeks, she walked towards the nearby table eucalyptus with a smile.
"Hehehe, that's true."
"Sister Shan."
Even ten years, seventy years, or longer...
So, my sister immediately asked me, did I write that poem for my sister?
"Sister Xin'er, I'm really sorry..."
Just tell me, why did they suddenly become so strange today? Why are they acting like this?"
Ren Qingxin nodded hurriedly, smiled softly and said softly: "You bad sisters, that's what it is.
Seeing Ren Qingxin's stunned expression, Murong Shan raised her hand and patted her left shoulder a few times, and said softly: "Yes, if you want to cry, just cry. It will be much better after you cry.
"Sisters."
At that time, he said that the grievances he endured should be a few points more than those of you, sister, right?"
Ren Qingxin wiped the tea from her lips with her fingers and looked around at the bad sisters with a smile.
"But what?"
"Hey, sister, you really know what kind of ecstasy soup this conscientious guy has given him."
This stinky guy is already that old now. A man who can meet me must be too old in terms of age.
"Sister Xin'er, tell me."
Ren Qingxin immediately stood up, placed the teacup under the table, and walked towards the soft spot in front of the screen with heavy steps.
"Sister Xin'er, please speak slowly."
"Sisters."
"Sister Lian, you didn't act like that originally.
"Yes, sister, but what?"
"Sisters, please wait a moment. My sister will go get it for them."
"Keke, it's strange that sister De Xin'er is so willing, but his bad Guoguo, it turns out I dote on him so much."
The eighth princess handed the rice paper to Yun Daxi and turned to look at Ren Qingxin.
"Yeah, sister, that's exactly what I mean."
"Hey, sister Xin'er?"
"A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrance of red lotus roots and the lingering jade mat in autumn."
In a certain state of mind, it is possible to create such a poem."
Rather, it was done by Xiaojia, a man named Li whom you know."
You stood up and glanced at the small group of bad sisters around you with a smile.
Last year, apart from the few days when you, sister, were alone with this good guy in the courtyard in Chengzhou City, it happened to rain continuously every day.
"Oh, silly sister."
"Among the men of their Li clan, is there any man who is not as talented as this one?"
However, in my sister's impression.
The Eighth Princess frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook her head heavily at the sisters behind her.
The connotation of that poem is obviously not the thoughts of a man's family, right?
However, Bao Liangshan, the Eighth Princess, the Emperor, Aunt Mo Rongrong, you sisters are not here yet.
"Hiss... that... that..."
"Sisters, don't just talk about younger sisters. Were they the same way back then?
"Huh, as long as I am willing to marry, sister, you are willing to marry.
As long as Xiao Guoguo, I despise you, sister. As the years go by, your appearance gradually fades, and your youth is gone.
Bao Liangjia said again: "But, sisters, there is nothing you can do about your happiness, sister?
"Sisters, I want to tell them something unintentional.
Now that we sisters have something to do together, how about singing and having fun together?"
Bao Liangjia's pretty face was embarrassed, and she directly held Bao Liang's wrist and started acting coquettishly.
"Bad, bad, bad, my sisters are wrong. Please speak slowly about the bad sister."
"Sister Xin'er."
"Yeah, yeah, my sister saw it with her own eyes."
Bao Liangjia took a long breath and interrupted Qing Lianshan's words.
"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.
But...but..."
"Hahaha, the past is like smoke, the past is like smoke."
"Sisters, please take a look."
Murong, the Eighth Princess, the Emperor, Su Weier and the other sisters immediately took the pieces of rice paper handed over by Bao Liangjia, gathered around them with curious expressions, and looked at the contents under the rice paper with curious expressions.
"Hmph, sisters, if they tease you so deliberately again, you've just said it, girl."