She can sing, dance, heal, and even plant trees! If she can compose poetry, how can it not be?

In Dujia Beizhuang, when Luo Yunxi prescribed medicine, it was written down by Jiuqu finger through oral description, and Jun Lanfeng really hadn't read her words, and at this time, he was also very surprised. ()

There was silence in the Water Moon Hall, and the dignitaries and nobles, the daughters, all held their breath and stared at Luo Yunxi who was standing in the center of the hall.

At this moment, the woman is wearing a white dress, her black hair is tied into pigtails, hanging low on her shoulders, slim and elegant, although her body is thin, she can be slender, especially the touch of bee waist, which is unbearable to hold, arousing the infinite desire for protection in people's chests.

Luo Yunxi lowered his head and studied the ink carefully.

No one bothered her.

Li Wuyan stood aside with her chest crossed, and the two maids lowered their faces and kneaded the painful place for her. Li Wuyan had a very enjoyable expression on her face, she never thought that she could turn over in one day, not only had a husband, but also married a minister, which really made the people in that alley envious to death, and her parents even prepared a few tables of thin wine at home.

Luo Yunxi, she remembered that this waste had a marriage contract with her husband before, so she had to seize every opportunity to make this waste ugly, in this way, her husband would be the only one in her heart in the future.

Luo Feiying's face kept changing, staring at Luo Yunxi's skillful ink grinding technique, and she couldn't believe what she thought just now.

Jun Lanfeng squatted on the roof tiles, staring at Luo Yunxi's little face through the small slit for a moment, secretly admiring in his heart, when she got serious, it was her most beautiful time, and it was a beauty that no one in the world could match, just like that time in Du Qingyan's boudoir, she took Du Qingyan's pulse, how big did he overcome to not be attracted by her expression, and in the days of torment, he was even more crazy.

And this time, I was able to see enough from the rooftop.

Luo Yunxi suddenly froze her wrist, her eyelids went up, and from her angle, she could easily see the direction where Jun Lanfeng was standing, but the tile gap was very small, and she was only eyed by the carved beams and paintings.

Jun Lanfeng was taken aback, and hurriedly looked away, secretly embarrassed in his heart, so alert!

A trace of doubt slipped through Luo Yunxi's bright eyes, she could feel a hot gaze staring at her, was it an illusion?

No longer thinking about this problem, she sharpened the ink, spread out the haode rice paper, dipped the pen in the ink, dangled her wrist in the air, thought for a while, lifted the pen, and the writing speed of the clouds shocked all the people around her, and a low gasping sound came from her throat, and the person standing in front couldn't help but take a few steps forward, surrounding Luo Yunxi.

Liang Zongfu and Liang Yeqiu were also shocked, and ran over to see the words written by Luo Yunxi.

As soon as they looked at it, the father and son were stunned, what a word! The font is not familiar, it is a family of its own, but it is very stylish, majestic, and it is a good word that can never be written without more than ten years of hard practice!

Luo Yunxi felt their shock, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, very satisfied with this effect. Brush writing is a Chinese tradition, in the previous life, she often did undercover, in order to cater to some of the older generation, she studied brush writing well.

With a wave of her hand, the dragons and phoenixes danced on the snow-white rice paper, just like a model work just produced by a famous artist, both the whole and the details are perfect. The atmosphere around was crazy, and everyone surrounded the calligraphy that was definitely a famous style and exclaimed loudly.

"Oh my God, this is Miss Luosan's words?"

"How so? I don't believe it, I bought a notebook a few days ago, and the words are not so good! ”

"How many people do you think there can be who can write so beautifully? This is everyone's magic pen! ”

In an instant, everyone's gaze towards Luo Yunxi changed greatly, with a little more envy and admiration, and the officials with older qualifications were even more appreciative.

The daughter in the back squeezed her head, just wanting to squeeze to the front and see the good words written by people's mouths.

After Luo Yunxi finished writing, his wrist turned slightly, and he took back the brush in one go, and half a drop of ink did not spill on the rice paper.

The prince stood very close to Luo Yunxi, looking at the words written on the rice paper, his mood changed. He didn't notice what words were written on the paper, only stared at the font trend, although his emotional intelligence was not high, but he had also read poetry since he was a child, and he could see at a glance that Luo Yunxi's font was hidden in the edge, which showed that the person who wrote had a furrow in his chest.

If it weren't for Luo Yunxi's own writing, he wouldn't have believed that this word would have been written by Luo Yunxi.

Luo Yunxi gently blew the ink on the rice paper, and a few people standing close to read softly: "The sun is twilight, the crescent moon is ......"

Everyone was babbling, it was difficult to hear what the whole poem was written, Luo Yunxi smiled slightly, and read softly: "Su Musha - Injury, the twilight of the sun, the remnants of the crescent moon, lovesickness is not old, and the dream of a cold window." I don't know where the wild goose has returned. The belt is getting wider, who cares about it?? The fate still exists, the love has passed, the east wind is weak, and the laughing mountain alliance was at that time. It is hard to accept the silent hatred by the railing. There are tears, and the wine dares to gush! ”

Luo Yunxi finished reading silently, her voice was tactful, her tone was sad, and she felt a sense of resentment.

Others listened and couldn't help but sigh.

Until, someone began to shout: "What a good word!" A good sentence Dongfeng is weak, at that time laughing at the mountain alliance! ”

Other people woke up from the beautiful artistic conception of the words, everyone has the same idea, this poem is emotional but not pretentious, natural, not the slightest trace of the axe chisel, it is really wonderful!

Liang Yeqiu was stunned, staring at the rice paper with stupid eyes, and the heat in her heart surged, did she write this lovesick words to herself? With such a delicate mind and such a deep affection, how did he treat her for so many years?

When Liang Yeqiu looked up at Luo Yunxi, his eyes were already stained with deep guilt: "Xi'er......"

It turns out that she is not without talent, and behind the waste aura, there is a seven-clever and exquisite heart!

Luo Yunxi interrupted him indifferently: "This poem is written for Liang Gongzi and Mrs. Liang Shao, don't be sentimental." ”

Her palms were gently clasped, and she sighed secretly in her heart, Luo Yunxi, Luo Yunxi, I knew that you were making trouble, you said you left, you didn't leave at all! On the surface, she sighed low in her heart.

When she wanted to write words, what came to mind was such a complaining lyric, which was not in line with her style of acting, and suddenly thought of a possibility, Luo Yunxi deceived her and did not leave, this poem was what she wanted to write, because, Duanmu Zhe was standing behind her.

"The belt is getting wider, who cares about it? The fate still exists, the love has passed, the east wind is weak, and the laughing mountain alliance at that time? Duanmu Zhe stood stupidly on the first step not far from Luo Yunxi, the ink in front of him was already blurred, he muttered, and suddenly felt that the mind of his whole body was completely withdrawn, and his hands trembled violently.