The warm spring sun is sprinkled softly on her body, adding to the beautiful posture.

After writing a poem, she put down the brush and turned her head to look at the old lady, her beautiful eyes, there were fine pieces of light flowing, and she looked sparkling when she moved.

She stuck out her tongue and said playfully, "Grandmother, I wrote well, but unfortunately I didn't write well, don't punish me." ”

Long Chi was stunned, and then, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I never knew that this straw bale girl had such a good color!

"You girl, are you afraid of my punishment?" The old lady spat, but her face softened, she got up, walked to Lu Liangwei's desk in person, and picked up the paper in front of her.

Read softly: "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. ”

After reading, the courtyard was silent.

After a long while, the old lady came back to her senses, staring at Lu Liangwei intently, "Girl, did you write this poem yourself?"

Lu Yunshuang clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and a little complexity flashed in her eyes.

How is it possible, this straw bag girl, who can't even memorize a poem, how can she write a poem?

Aunt Zheng also thinks like this, this little slut has been growing up since she was a child, relying on the favor of the country, she is arrogant and willful, and she hasn't read a few books, how can she write poems?

Compared with the mother and daughter's contempt for Lu Liangwei, Long Chi stared at Lu Liangwei thoughtfully.

I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze?

Thinking that he understood the meaning conveyed by Lu Liangwei through the poem, Long Chi's eyes flashed with a little contempt.

This woman also stated before that she didn't want to be her concubine, but in her heart, it was clear that she hadn't forgotten him, otherwise, how could she make such a poem today?

Lu Yunshuang saw that the old lady's eyes were full of appreciation, and she was about to pierce Lu Liangwei, but she had already spoken first.

"Grandmother, you really think of me so much, where can I compose a poem, this poem is what I used to read in books, I think it's good, so I memorized it."

When Lu Yunshuang heard this, the corners of her mouth hooked, and she was considered to be self-aware.

When the old lady heard this, although she was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, this granddaughter didn't like to read before, how could she become a high-ranking girl in the past?

Thinking about it like this, she was relieved again, stroked Lu Liangwei's hair, and said lovingly: "It doesn't matter if you can't compose poetry, grandmother didn't want you to be a teacher, but it is always beneficial to read a little more books on weekdays." ”

"I know." Lu Liang responded slightly, looking very well-behaved.

When the old lady saw this, she was even more happy in her heart, and asked, "Grandmother has also read a few books, but how come I have never seen this poem you wrote before?" Which book is it?"

Lu Liang blinked slightly, "I don't remember which book I saw it in, but next time I see it, I will definitely send it to my grandmother." ”

"Okay." The old lady nodded.

Lu Yunshuang's eyes flashed gloom.

Obviously, the poems she wrote are better than the poems that Lu Liangwei copied from nowhere, but in the eyes of the old lady, there is only Lu Liangwei.

This made her feel very uncomfortable.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Long Chi staring at Lu Liangwei, thoughtful, his heart was shocked, and he was instantly filled with jealousy.

The old lady is like this, and even the prince's gaze falls on Lu Liangwei.

Lu Yunshuang's gaze glanced at Gu Liangwei fiercely.

This straw bale girl!

Soon it was noon, the kitchen had prepared wine and food, and everyone stayed in Fushoutang to eat.