Chapter Eighty-Nine: Heavy Snow Covers the Mountain

The snow was unimaginably large, for a day and two nights, goose feathers flew, as if God was standing on a heavy cloud, constantly pouring down. When I got up in the morning and opened the door, it was cold, so that Shi Zhongyu couldn't help but chant a poem by Wang Xifeng: The north wind is tight all night, and the snow is still drifting when the door is opened.

Her crisp voice sounded in this equally crisp morning, reaching Jin Yichen's ears, making Miss Jin, who was still sitting under the quilt, smile, "I'll just say, those love poems are all made by Xiaoyu, I didn't expect him to be such a little family member, he has such a natural talent, unparalleled in the world." ”

If Shi Zhongyu heard this, he would probably blush. Well, she took out the collection of poems of the 5,000-year-old civilization of Chinese culture and used them, with all kinds of asanas and famous styles, how could she not be shocking and unbeatable in the world?

"Why did Miss say that?" Guoguo twisted the warm veil, wiped Jin Yichen's face first, and woke up from a nap, "The slave maid thinks that those poems given to the young lady must be from the handwriting of His Royal Highness King Yu. Who in the entire Dayan doesn't know that His Royal Highness King Yu is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs. His paintings, every inch of paper and every inch of gold, are hard to find even like that. How can this be compared to Brother Xiaoyu's yelling in the morning? ”

Jin Yichen nodded, "I know, I also appreciate the paintings of His Royal Highness King Yu." However, there is a saying that the text is like the person, the painting is like the person, although the calligraphy and painting can be faked, but to the point of absolute subtlety, it is like the voice of the heart, which can always reveal the author's heart. The paintings of His Royal Highness King Yu, even if they are the content of the pleasant landscape and the beauty of the moon, always have the meaning of killing. Such a person would never be able to write such lingering and moving verses. It's Xiaoyu, who is thoughtful and gentle and affectionate, and every time I ask him to read those poems, he is very emotional. And the handwriting, I accidentally looked at those letters, and those letters were indeed written by her. Having said that, in the entire Dayan, it seems that very few people have seen the words of His Royal Highness King Yu. ”

"That shows that His Royal Highness King Yu's words are more precious than his paintings, and those letters are just ghostwritten by Brother Xiaoyu." Guoguo retorted unconvinced, "Actually, only those who don't write well are going around with their pens." ”

"No, Xiaoyu's words are very clear, weak and windy, my father saw it that day and praised it for a while."

Hearing that it was the comment of the old man Jin Jingshi, Guoguo bypassed the topic and said, "Then the young lady has always heard a sentence, right?" It is called 100 steels to be soft around the fingers. His Royal Highness King Yu was born in the military, and he is responsible for the north of our Dayan, and it is normal for him to have killing intent in the painting. But if a man likes a girl, his heart will become gentle, and he can't write such an expressive poem. ”

Jin Yichen was stunned for a moment, and said with a casual smile, "You little hooves are jealous, right?" Because I'm kind to Xiaoyu, you're not convinced, aren't you? Besides, you're a little older, and you know how to be a man, a woman, and you like it. It's a good thing my dad isn't here, otherwise you'd have had someone slap your mouth. ”

"It's not always sung like this in the play." Guoguo pouted, "I was close to the young lady, so I said it regardless of shame, but it was arranged by the young lady, and the slave died unjustly." ”

"No big or small, they will talk back to me." Jin Yichen scolded with a smile, "Help me get dressed and freshened up, we have been in the south, and it is rare to see such a big snow, so naturally we have to enjoy it." ”

"The slave is not dedicated to the sake of the young lady." Guoguo ran to the table and brought the clothes that had been warmed by the iron iron for a long time, so as not to warm the clothes with her body when she was dressing in the winter morning, but she also said, "Miss can't wronged the slave and maid for being jealous of Brother Xiaoyu, and the slave and maid are afraid that the young lady's eyes will be biased and she will look at things that shouldn't be seen." ”

Jin Yichen was stunned.

This implication is too obvious, Guoguo...... Are you afraid that she will fall in love with Shi Zhongyu? However, Shi Zhongyu gave her a very strange feeling, they could talk to each other very well, and she also felt that Shi Zhongyu was very caring, and when she was facing him, she would be very relaxed and comfortable, and she seemed to have endless words. Therefore, she especially likes to be with him. If he doesn't come for a few days, she'll be around like there's something missing.

Is this like? She couldn't figure it out, she had lived seventeen years old, she had never liked a man, she didn't understand what it was like. This is also the reason why she loves to watch dramas so much, those talented and beautiful women, although her father always prevents her from watching, but she really likes it. It's also true, I hope that the martial arts will move the world, the proud nine heavens devour the starry sky, the throne of the divine seal, cover the sky, the night, the mortal cultivation of immortals, kill the gods, the Great Zhou royal family, seek demons, cultivate the true world, the official family, the full-time master, the brocade night, the super strong soldier