When Lu Yunshuang heard this, her heart sank.

No wonder when she came back this time, her grandmother's attitude towards her was much lighter, and it turned out that the problem was here.

"Grandmother, I'm ......"

"Don't listen to a little nonsense, although I am old, I still have the strength to go to the door of the house." The old lady interrupted her lightly.

Lu Yunshuang's face turned pale.

When the old lady was young, he followed the old prince across the battlefield, which was not imposing, but when he was old, he had to bow to a granddaughter, which could not be comfortable.

At this time, seeing the old lady say these words, Lu Yunshuang was very anxious and regretful.

Before coming this morning, she asked someone to hand a letter to Aunt Zheng, but she forgot to ask her to keep everything simple and not to alarm her grandmother.

When I arrived at the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion, I remembered this matter, but it was too late.

At that time, the old lady did not show displeasure, so she did not take this matter to heart.

At this time, Lu Liangwei said it like that, but it seemed that she was ignorant, had no filial piety, and did not take the old lady in her eyes at all.

She wanted to say something more to remedy, but the old lady had already spoken.

"It's March now, it's the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the flowers are red and willow green, so you can take this as the theme and write a poem."

After a pause, he glanced at Lu Liangwei and added, "You don't have to compose your own poems, if there are good poems in the books you usually read, you can also copy them." ”

The latter words are obviously taking care of Lu Liangwei.

Because Lu Liangwei is arrogant and willful on weekdays, he doesn't know anything about learning.

Lu Yunshuang glanced at Lu Liangwei mockingly, and was very disdainful and disdainful in her heart.

The old lady's intentions are afraid that they will be in vain.

Lu Liangwei has a face and some merits, but he is a straw bag who does not learn and has no skills.

Even if she is asked to copy the verses from the book, she is afraid that she will not be able to.

The corners of Lu Yunshuang's mouth were vaguely hooked, she stopped talking, one hand held her sleeve, and the other hand dipped the pen in ink.

Such a demeanor immediately attracted Long Chi's eyes to float, which was very amazing.

He couldn't help but leave the table and paced behind Lu Yunshuang.

When his eyes fell on the paper, he couldn't help but read out loud: "The poet Qingjing is in the New Year, and the green willows are only yellow and half uneven." If you stay in the forest like flowers, you will go out to see the flowers. ”

Long Chi read word by word, coupled with his clear and beautiful voice, a poem can move people's hearts very much.

After reading it, Long Chi thought about the scene in the poem, and then, his eyes could not hide the color of appreciation, "Shuang'er, good poem!" ”

Even the old lady nodded, "Shuang'er's poem is wonderful, and the words written are also quite stylish." ”

Aunt Zheng was even happier when she heard that her daughter was praised by the prince and the old lady successively.

The whole person was full of energy and was very proud.

Lu Liangwei was not affected, she didn't know how to write poems, but in modern times, she had also read a few ancient poems, so it was not difficult to copy a few good poems.

Anyway, the old lady has already said that he can't compose poems, and he can directly copy poems.

She saw the peach blossoms blooming on the branches in the courtyard, and after a little groaning, she wrote a poem on the paper.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red, and the human face did not know where to go, and the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze."

Her voice is soft and glutinous, and when she reads this poem, there is a kind of soft language unique to the children of Jiangnan.

And when she writes poetry, she is very serious, and with the movement of her head, the green silk slides down to the side of her shoulders, and a beautiful white neck is exposed to the sun.

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ps: The two poems in the text are both from Tang poems, Yang Juyuan's early spring in the east of the city and Cui Hu's title capital Chengnanzhuang.