Song Lanyi had a faint feeling, and could understand Ao Huanhuan's thoughts.

She pondered for a moment, then waved her sleeve and brought a piece of paper, on which she took up a pen and wrote a line of poetry.

Afterwards, she handed it over to the koi boy.

The koi boy was illiterate, and he didn't care about what was written on it, so he didn't care at first, and took the blank paper.

It's just that before she could react, she felt her hand sink suddenly.

She looked at it in amazement, but soon, she didn't care about it.

Because the seemingly light white paper is actually as heavy as a thousand pounds, even if she tries her best, she won't be able to pick it up for a while.

Fortunately, the child seems to be weak, but in fact he is a century-old koi, and his strength is stronger than Song Lanyi.

Her face was flushed, and she held the white paper without saying a word, and walked behind the screen with great difficulty, step by step.

It's just that if she doesn't take a step, she will leave a deep indenture on the ground.

It's kind of scary.

Everyone was stunned.

What's the matter, what kind of poem did Song Lanyi write?

It is important to know that to judge the quality of a poem, in addition to looking at visions, you can also rely on the weight of the poem.

It is said that the original ink treasure that passed on the poetry of the world can even be crushed by a meteorite outside the sky with a piece of ink treasure.

The so-called "catty" is nothing more than that.

Merely...... Song Lanyi's poem is obviously not light, but why hasn't the slightest vision been revealed?

It's puzzling.

Originally, Ao Huanhuan was also puzzled in his heart.

It's just that when you see the ink on the rice paper, everything is solved.

Just because ...... This psalm is not a complete poem.

Looking at its appearance, there is only one sentence.

"You bury the mud and bones under the spring."

"I'm full of snow in the world."

Ao Huanhuan looked at this sentence in a daze, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Under the nine secluds, what is corroded on Huangquan Road is not only the white bones of the forest, but also the earthly faces of the people who fall in love.

On the red dust, the snow-covered snow-covered mountain tops are not only Saga, but also like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

There was silence behind the screen for a long time, and even the people outside the screen couldn't help but fall silent.

In the middle of the night, a slightly dry and hoarse voice sounded.

"This poem...... Why is it incomplete?"

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "I didn't write this poem. It's a friend, but it's not convenient for him to come out to see you now."

After saying that, she also made a joke, "I am still young and have not parted, if I can write such a poem, wouldn't I hand over the handle myself and force others to be suspicious of me?"

Everyone outside the screen smiled, feeling that Song Lanyi was young, but he was a rare honest person.

At the same time, they became more and more curious about what was written on the rice paper.

"It's a friend...... Ao Huanhuan was a little distracted, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's really admirable to be so affectionate."

Song Lanyi chuckled, shook her head and said, "Seventh sister, you are wrong."

Ao Huanhuan wasn't annoyed, but was a little puzzled, "Why?"

"The author of this poem did not write this poem in mourning for his deceased wife, but in memory of his friend."

No matter what Ao Huanhuan thought, he couldn't think of this answer.

There was a flash of inspiration in her mind, but she didn't catch it.

"What do you mean......

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "Seventh Sister doesn't have to worry too much about the things in front of her. Not for men, but also for friends, relatives, teachers, etc. Heaven and earth are so big, in this immortal martial world, everything is possible. As long as you're patient, you'll always wait for the person you want."

As soon as he heard this, the young man in the back suddenly became anxious.

What does Song Lanyi mean?

originally thought that she couldn't marry a princess, so she couldn't be a threat at all.

But now...... What words? She said

What are the words?

This girl can't marry the princess, so she simply persuades the princess not to make trouble.

What the hell is this...... It's ruthless enough.

I dug up all the roots.

Men are not needed anymore.

Fortunately, there is a screen in the way, otherwise if they see Ao Huanhuan's enlightened expression, I am afraid that the eyes and knives will swish and fly to Song Lanyi's face.

Suddenly, Ao Huanhuan got up from the soft collapse and took the initiative to lift the screen.

She looked at Song Lanyi with gratitude in her eyes, "These days, I have fallen into a daze. I cared so much about what others said that I thought I wouldn't be affected, but in fact, when I proposed to choose a son-in-law, I was already affected."

She sighed, raised her head, and looked directly at Song Lanyi.

Although Song Lanyi is young, she is thin and looks a few points taller than Ao Huanhuan.

I saw Ao Huanhuan sincerely said, "I have never lacked anything, I have the care of my father and mother, and I have you companions. For me, love is not a necessity. And ......"

She smiled playfully, "If I really have to choose a son-in-law, I can follow my mother's example and pick a few more."

Song Lanyi was stunned, and only felt wronged, "Sister, I didn't teach you to say that!"

She turned her head and saw the prospective husbands, looking at her with murderous expressions.

Some have even begun to sharpen their knives against Song Lanyi.

A rich woman looks for a lot of men, can she be called a scumbag?

That's when a heart is broken into multiple petals, and each petal falls in love with a different person.

But...... They didn't dare to do anything to Ao Huanhuan, but they could do it to Song Lanyi......

Just as they were glaring, Crab Eighteen stared at them with wide eyes and bared teeth.

Even Zhu Xulin, who seemed to care the most, also took away the appearance of hanging a child at this time, and rolled up his cuffs with a smile, revealing a word mark on it.

Anyone who knew Zhu Xulin's identity was shocked in their hearts.

Compared to Zhu Xulin, even Ao Huanhuan and Crab Eighteen are not so important.

After all...... They are all sea tribes.

The county magistrate might as well be in charge now!

Ao Huanhuan was on the side, taking advantage of people's inattention, and wanted to put away the original poem in his hand.

But at this juncture, a young man of the Terran snatched the original poem from her.

Ao Huanhuan was startled, and then angry.

Oops, the original poems that I finally collected were thought to be taken home to show off, but where did I think that this boiled duck can really fly?!

She was about to reflexively take it back, and even the dragon horns above her head were shining in anger.

Originally, the young man was just angry that he had come to the poem in vain, and wanted to grab the poem and go back to take a good look at what was so strange about this poem.

After all, if he asks Ao Huanhuan for good words, with the arrogant temperament of the dragon princess, he really won't show them.

He didn't care a little at first, but when he saw the content above, his expression changed, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Holding the poem in his hand, which was as heavy as a meteorite, he only felt that his heart was like pressing a heavy boulder, and his sadness was like the wind and wind in the north of Shuobei.

I could only hear him read word by word—

"Jun, buried, spring, down, mud, pin, bone."

"I, send, people, between, snow, full, head."