Inner courtyard of Liu Mansion.
Xiyuan, in Ren Qingxin’s boudoir,
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.
To be continued...