Here, after the eldest girl Chunxing finished her errand, she turned back to Aunt Jin to tell her.

In the living room, Aunt Jin was sitting on a chair, tasting the boiled ginseng tea before leaving. Women, you have to be kind to yourself, especially the most important thing is to maintain your body, skin and beauty, you don't see anyone, no one asks, and there are half-old chasing?! And this ginseng tea or something, is the most helpful for recuperation. Aunt Jin has been in the Zhao family for many years, and she has no other hobbies, but she likes to drink a few sips of ginseng tea.

Slender jade hands, lift the embroidered phoenix tea tablets, plain teeth and red lips, blow the fragrant tea wind. The mantis hangs slightly, the sandalwood mouth is lightly opened, the low grade is shallow, the posture is elegant, and the style is thousands.

"Tell Madame, a qiē has been prepared, those compass tools, ink fountain pen and ink, Liu Gongzi used it very well." Chun Xing gave Aunt Jin a salute, and then stood aside and said carefully.

Aunt Jin put down the teacup, "Didn't he say anything else?" ”

"Anything else? I just mentioned that Mrs. was careful and thoughtful in helping him prepare, and let me thank Mrs. a lot here. Chunxing said with a smile.

"He is a fortune teller, but he has never even brought anything for dinner, I have helped him a lot, of course I have to thank me." Aunt Jin glanced at Chunxing, and saw that this servant's cheeks were red, circulating, and full of charm, and she couldn't help but have doubts in her heart, so she said, "You have been in contact with him for so long, what kind of person do you think Liu Gongzi is?" ”

"Young Master Liu? Slaves don't dare to comment! Chun Xing bowed.

"But it doesn't matter, I just want to hear what you think of him, is he good or bad?" Aunt Jin asked with a smile.

"This ......" Chun Xing thought for a while, then avoided the important and said lightly: "That Liu Gongzi looks polite, but his speech and demeanor are a little frivolous...... But on the whole, it's quite polite. ”

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all."

"It's hard for you, I haven't been bewitched......"

"The slave didn't understand what Madame meant." Chun Xing said boldly.

"If you don't understand it now, you'll understand later, okay, go down!" Aunt Jin waved her hand, and the spring apricot was about to retreat, but Aunt Jin suddenly said, "What are you holding in your hand?" ”

"Ah, this ......" Chun Xing realized that she had kept the "abandoned" masterpiece of Prince Liu in her hands, but she didn't want to be seen by Mrs. "Mrs. Yu, this is a word written by Mr. Liu, and the slave maid helped to throw it away."

"The word? I forgot, in addition to being a god stick full of nonsense, he is still from a show...... Bring it to me. "Aunt Jin is very curious, what kind of poems can this mean-mouthed, slippery-headed little god stick write; However, it is expected that he has been a showman, and this poem must be like the eight-strand essay he made, and those who are full of mouth will not know what to do.

Chunxing listened to her wife's instructions, although she was a little reluctant in her heart, she didn't dare to disobey her master's order, so she presented the words to herself.

Aunt Jin took the paper scroll and spread it out, her opinion was quite different from Chunxing's.

Chunxing looks at this kind of thing and directly skips the quality of the handwriting, only looking at whether the content is high or not, and whether the words are deep or not. Aunt Jin, read the words before reading the poems.

There is a way that the word is the character of the person, and the spirit is open-minded.

And Liu Wenyang's brush character is definitely ...... What a "rotten" word.

In her spare time, in addition to learning to be a female celebrity and embroidering needles, Aunt Jin likes to dance and make ink, occasionally read some poems and sentences, and write some petty bourgeois articles, so as to improve her literary accomplishment.

Therefore, in Aunt Jin's eyes, the quality of a person's handwriting is directly linked to the person's character.

The word is like its person, and if the word is square, its person will be upright; If the words are scribbled, they will be cunning and wicked.

But the brush in front of me ...... No matter how high Aunt Jin's cultivation is, she can't help but say: Is this still written by people?!

It can be said that at this moment, Liu Daguan's calligraphy and handwriting directly lowered his character by several grades. Of course, if someone still has character......

The maid Chunxing was observing the words and expressions on the side, and saw that her wife's brows were furrowed, her lips were slightly curled, and the corners of her mouth showed a touch of disdain and disgust, so she knew that the poems of her beloved Liu Gongzi were very out of the eyes of her wife. Seeing this, she was happy in her heart, she couldn't say why, she just felt that the more Madame hated this Liu family's son, the better, it was best to throw this word back to herself, so she hid it and framed it, put it in the boudoir and pondered it carefully, pressed it under the pillow and tasted it slowly.

"I really don't know how Liu Wenyang's show is done, there is such an ugly calligraphy!" Aunt Jin was slandered in her heart, resisted the urge to rub and throw away the paper in front of her, and read it patiently.

"Mulan Ci" ---

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

After reading the first two sentences, Aunt Jin couldn't help but be surprised. The brows that were originally tightly locked naturally loosened, and there was an unbelievable look in his eyes.

She took the scroll of poems and looked at it---

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain and zero bells did not complain.

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

After reading the last two sentences, Aunt Jin was stunned again, her fingers holding the paper scroll trembled slightly, and the whole person had already flown into the space of reverie, as if she had seen herself alone in the boudoir for many years, and her red face flew away...... But as it is written in this word, "tears and rain and zero bells will never complain".

What kind of poetry is this, it is simply a portrayal of my own life!

Guarding the boudoir alone and no one complains, this qiē is his own life!

But if life is only as it is for the first time, where is your first sight?!

Aunt Kim's mind became a little crazy.

But one thing she knows for sure is that it's a "great word"!

But what she didn't expect was that a person who wrote such bad words could write such a quatrain?!

Is this still the creation of one person?!

Words are as bad as a dog crawling!

Words are as beautiful as a phoenix!

This qiē is incredible!

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." Aunt Jin silently recited, "What kind of talent should it be to write such a sad and poignant poem?!" ”

For a while, she was completely stupid.

Earlier, the big girl Chunxing frowned when she saw her wife taking the poem, and she endured the thought of vomiting and looked at it carefully, and she was secretly happy in her heart; But suddenly I saw that Aunt Jin was in a trance like a demon, and there were words in her mouth, so she hurriedly called: "Madame, how is it?" ”

Aunt Jin woke up, returned to reality from the elegant and beautiful verses, and disguised: "I thought about some miscellaneous things, but I was distracted...... Go down and get busy, and the team will leave in a moment. ”

Chun Xing answered, had the heart to speak, and asked Liu Gongzi for the words back, but saw Aunt Jin's eyes fluttering and her expression was strange, and she didn't mention it at all, so she had to leave reluctantly.

How did Aunt Jin know that she only seized a bad word of poetry, but actually seized the spring heart of the big girl Chunxing.

Seeing the maid go out, Aunt Jin couldn't help but spread out the words again and looked at them carefully, read them over and over again, and the more she looked at them, the more she liked them, so she took a pen and paper and carefully copied them on the new paper, so as not to stain this wonderful word with Liu Wenyang's bad words.

After transcribing it, looking at the new poem where the words and handwriting were integrated, it was like a beautiful boy who was dressed up in brocade clothes by a beggar full of talent, and Aunt Jin spit out a mouthful of fragrance, and felt extremely comfortable in her heart, and vaguely felt that she had saved a beautiful poem that could be passed down through the ages.

But not long after she was comfortable, she remembered the "original" of this poem again, and her heart was extremely chaotic, and she said angrily: "The words are so rotten, and the words are so wonderful...... But I don't know what kind of monster that Liu family child is! ”

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