When Xiong Yaoying wrote, Yu Xilou had been watching from the side, and when he finished writing, he couldn't help but look sideways: Brother Yaoying is really very interested in this Miss Yixiao, and I only hope that Miss Yixiao will not live up to Brother Yaoying's hard work!

In the past, after Xiong Yaoying wrote a letter or finished writing a draft, Lin Ziqi, who had long legs and long legs, was responsible for delivery, and today he took the initiative to take over this errand in the West Building-

I hope Miss Yixiao read this painstaking work of Brother Yaoying earlier!

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Song Huanxi didn't know that the practical writing guidance from no wine and joy was already on the way, and because of her poor family, she always ate attentively, and it was summed up that she ate fragrantly and ate a lot.

Today, faced with a bowl of rice of the same amount, I felt that it was extremely difficult to swallow, and after only two bites, I couldn't eat it.

The special dish cooked by the canteen master today is braised beef, which was originally her favorite, but it also ended up with the same fate as rice - after eating a slice, she put her chopsticks away.

Song Huanxi knew that this was all because she realized that the story of Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu adapted today was not exciting enough.

Song Huanxi still ran out of food in the end - it was really a family motto since she was a child that she was not allowed to waste a little.

During the lunch break, Song Huanxi also couldn't sleep for a long time, but he didn't want to turn over frequently and startle others, so he barely lay on his side, and finally fell into a soreness half of his body.

After sitting on the edge of the bed and easing down for a long time, Song Huanxi followed Shen Mengru and Zhu Shengxiao and walked towards the classroom together.

In the morning, I wrote the script, and as soon as the class started in the afternoon, the students started the group discussion with ease.

Song Huanxi's group is still exchanging manuscripts clockwise.

The first thing she saw was Wang Yu's masterpiece.

"Daiyu has not been in good health since she was a child, and her father sent her to Mount Emei, where she practiced and learned some martial arts to strengthen her body."

After only reading one sentence, Song Huanxi put it aside, and yesterday said that Wang Yu had made great progress, and he could not see the shadow of some chivalrous men until the end of the article.

Today is straight to the point!

It's just rotten!

The next one to reach Song Huanxi is Zhu Shengxi's masterpiece, this introverted girl, really did not disappoint.

Daiyu knew that her health was not good, and she couldn't compete with others, so she simply relaxed her heart, read and write every day, read and write, and see if the flowers bloomed, and when she was in a bad mood, she pulled a few petals down.

Holding a small but solemn funeral for them is as if even those bad moods are buried together.

When I'm in a good mood, I also pull a few petals down and make a bookmark, and write a few small poems on it, which are excellent to give away.

On this day, she took out the bookmark she had just made, used pink, green, and purple peonies, and held a cluster of brocades.

Daiyu didn't dare to make a big move when she saw him shaking his sleeves, one hand tightened the cuffs, and the other hand grabbed the swing of the sleeves, and suddenly her heart softened, leaving only her favorite green peony, and the other two colors were given to him.

Who would have thought, the next day, she saw the bookmark of the pink peony from Baochai!

Heh-

Daiyu looked at the blood spit out on the veil, and said with hatred, there are always people who don't want her to be good!

She just wants to live well, is it that hard! ”

is a simple page, and even the lines are pitiful, but Song Huanxi is inexplicably sad to watch.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the next one, Guan Zhizhou's masterpiece.

It's as simple as just a few words:

Daiyu vomited blood and died, on the wedding day of Baoyu Baochai.

Baoyu wore a big red wedding robe, rode a horse and galloped to Daiyu's grave, a lightning bolt struck, the grave cracked, and Baoyu jumped in.

Baochai took the carriage, came one step late, and also threw himself in.

The next day, three butterflies flew out of the grave, two red and one white, and if you look closely, the red one is chasing the white one, and the other red one is chasing after the two butterflies! ”

Song Huanxi: "......"

Good guy, this is the Dream of Red Mansions version of Liang Zhu?

She shook her head, passed it to Qin Haoyang casually, and looked at the next one, what Shen Mengru wrote.

"Daiyu has always been impatient to socialize, it is Baoyu's birthday, and the surname Xue is afraid that he will offer some handmade handkerchief purse.

She is not good at handwork, and she doesn't want to write some sour words, last time she wrote a small poem, the frost fell and the cold wind pushed the window, and the number of long nights was more leaky-

The next day, the second aunt sent someone to send a book of Tang poems!

It's just something she memorized when she was three years old, so why so!

After thinking about it, Daiyu took out a few cups of copper plates, and sent the little maid to the market to buy a noodle person and come back.

The noodles are still acceptable, and the skirts and hairpin rings are all there, but the face is less delicate, a bit like the feeling of a sweeping woman pretending to be a noblewoman.

Daiyu lifted the pen and used some rouge to refine a beautiful face.

The next day, Baoyu's birthday, sent it by hand, and Baoyu really liked it.

This time, Baochai gave a pair of hand-picked shoes.

Daiyu shook her head secretly, sure enough, it can't be compared to sending anything, it's better to send one randomly.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Wang called someone to deliver the message, saying that she painted the face carefully, and asked if she could paint more to give it away.

Daiyu didn't say a word, she sent the maid directly, asked for the noodle person who was given to Baoyu yesterday, and asked someone to send it to her second aunt.

Baoyu has such a mother, no matter how good others are, Daiyu will never get married.

Despite thinking so, Daiyu still spat a mouthful of blood onto the veil. ”

Song Huanxi: "......"

Shen Mengru and Zhu Shengxiao wrote that they had the same end in the same way, and they both felt a bit miserable and miserable.

I was depressed and unhappy.

She let out a long breath and looked at the next and last draft.

Qin Haoyang's new work.

Daiyu saw Baoyu and Baochai getting married, and her heart ached, and it happened that the eldest sister in the palace needed a sister to accompany her to compete for favor.

She took her aunt and sent her into the palace.

At this time, Mrs. Shi had passed away, and Mrs. Wang was distressed that Baoyu had never forgotten Daiyu.

Daiyu's appeal happened to hit her mind, and Mrs. Wang immediately agreed.

Thinking that Daiyu is not in good health, there will be no people after entering the palace and tossing around.

Unexpectedly, after Daiyu entered the palace, the appearance of the sick beauty entered the eyes of the emperor, and she was favored.

He also sent a physician to treat her, and devoted the whole country to collecting medicinal materials.

Daiyu is getting better day by day, although she is still not as good as a normal person, she also successfully gave birth to a unicorn.

The emperor was overjoyed, and eighteen years later, he passed on the throne as the son of Concubine Lin.

A few years later, the Emperor passed away, and Daiyu became the Queen Mother.

Hang the curtain and rule, the uncrowned king. ”

Song Huanxi: "......"

It's really Qin Haoyang's consistent style!

Okay! There is no emperor this time, so I just got an empress out!

After reading the homework of the classmates, the male classmates were all perfunctory, and the female classmates were all sad, Song Huanxi suddenly felt that his writing seemed to be good?