Now that the Red Mansion is spending his days, I suddenly heard Shang Lin singing.

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.

As soon as the two sentences of seven laws appeared on the white paper, the four girls were all attracted, and in just 28 words, Shen Youwei looked like when she came out.

At this moment, the four daughters once again saw Li Xiuzhu's exquisite poetic talent.

The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune.

The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition.

The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in the heart.

Gently and slowly twist and wipe and pick up, Liangzhou is full of voices.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns.

Seeing this, although the four girls did not speak, they were all in a mood.

This time, Li Xiuzhu's poems wrote the mood and tune of Shen Youwei playing Liangzhou Daquan.

Every line of poetry in the poem is as if Shen Youwei is writing about herself, which looks natural and just right.

Hearty......

The four of them can already imagine that if Shen Youwei's reaction to see this poem, it must be a shock, and it must be a shock, shocked why someone would understand their shock so well.

If you change them, I'm afraid you don't have to go through three levels to already have a place in your heart.

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

Groaning and plucking the strings, straightening up the clothes and showing up the face.

said that she was a woman in the capital, and her home lived under the shrimp toad tomb.

Thirteen learned the pipa, and the name belongs to the first part of the Red Mansion.

Seeing these five elements and seven laws, everyone understands that this is written about Shen Youwei's current situation at this moment.

The youth is successful, and the fame is moving.

At this moment, the four girls were even more curious about what was next.

But everyone didn't speak, just watched silently, and Li Xiuzhu's pen and ink didn't stop.

Qu Ba once taught good people to wear, and made up every time he was jealous of Qiu Niang.

Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played.

The silver grate of the head is shattered, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine.

This year's laughter will return to next year, autumn moon and spring breeze and other leisure.

Terrified!

Why is this happening? Although these poems write about the future of most Qinglou women, this is not what they want to see.

What they want to see is a sweet ending, for a while, the four women looked at Li Xiuzhu, but Li Xiuzhu, who was immersed in his own world, didn't see it.

In his opinion, this is Shen Youwei's most real future.

The pen has not stopped, and it continues, no matter how reluctant the four girls are, it seems that everything has been closed.

The color of the twilight is gone, and the saddle horse is sparse in front of the door.

The eldest married a businesswoman, and the businessman valued profit over separation.

The month before yesterday, Fuliang went to buy tea and went to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed of juvenile things, and my dreams were dry with tears.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

This...... It's really lonely, miserable and miserable. As soon as Shen Youwei's poems in her later years came out, the four girls felt that their breathing was slowing down.

It's miserable!

A poem, 280 words, five pieces of paper, but it has written Shen Youwei's life.

Li Xiuzhu nodded with satisfaction, but heard Fu Yunshuang ask faintly: "Brother-in-law, why did you write about Youwei so miserably." ”

Li Xiuzhu subconsciously glanced at a few people when he heard this, and was suddenly startled.

I wiped it, why did you look at me so resentfully, I don't know if you thought you were going to kill your husband.

Li Xiuzhu stabilized his mind, smiled mildly and said: "Because this poem is realistic, the end of this story is the most in line with the real situation." ”

"But brother-in-law ......"

"No, but!"

At this time, at the entrance of the third staircase, there was the voice of a small servant.

"Sister Cuiyun, there is a poem to send upstairs!"

Hearing this, Cuiyun immediately looked at Li Xiuzhu and the others.

Li Xiuzhu shook his head, and suddenly Cuiyun spoke: "No ......"

"Wait, I've written everything, Cuiyun, you can help me take this down."

"Okay."

Cuiyun took Su Chengcheng's poem and went downstairs, and came up again in two minutes.

At this point, the poem is finished.

After a while, Shen Youwei appeared in front of everyone again, this time she didn't hold the pipa, but appeared in front of everyone with a fan in hand.

"Thank you for your support, Vicky is grateful......"

Good fellow, that's what I said......

Is this the same sentence, I have to say thank you to someone for sleeping with me.

No matter what others think, Li Xiuzhu thinks it's quite appropriate.

"After reading them one by one, they finally selected three poems."

"If you think your poems are better, you can put them forward and the scholars present will comment on them."

"Then Youwei will read the three shortlisted poems first."

"The first one was written by Dr. Sun."

Jade pillar and red string, clear sound and wonderful transmission.

At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the moon is in the sky.

The gold emblem is not broken, and the silver armor is strong.

Where to fly, the court is full of smoke.

At this time, I remembered each other and was independent Chanjuan.

As soon as this song came out, everyone who was not selected was admired, but not everyone was convinced.

But it's only the first song at this time, what if there is your own behind?

"The second one is from Gongzi Wenchang."

3,000 Kare ancient Liangzhou, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into the building.

Playing to the song of Hu Chentian, the pipa is not sad to the moon.

？？？

This hasn't reached mine yet?

Shen Youwei looked at the scholars below who were already nervous, and read out the third song.

"It's the first time I've seen the signature of the third poem, and I don't know who this son named Zhucheng is."

Su Chengcheng looked at the others in disbelief when he heard this, and he never thought that the poem he wanted to write would actually go up.

Shen Youwei looked around, didn't see anyone admit it, and smiled slightly.

"Since this newcomer is so shy, Youwei will read the poem first."

Thousands of miles of border cities are stuffed with grass and autumn, and who is worried about the ancient times.

Pipa wants to write lovesick songs, and the sunset yellow clouds and geese are Manchuria.

As soon as the three poems came out, everyone immediately couldn't stand.

Suddenly, a slightly obscene-looking man walked out.

"That's it, that's ......?"

"Miss Youwei, there is no poem of mine in this, I am not convinced."

Shen Youwei nodded when she heard this, this situation is normal.

"I don't know the payment of the childe."

Hearing this, Du Ziteng suddenly held his head high.

"The little lady has good eyesight and knows that I am a son."

As soon as Du Ziteng's words came out, everyone was stunned for a while, and there was a faint laughter.

But his next sentence immediately made everyone laugh.

"The payment of this son, if you don't quit the layman, I'm afraid."

At this moment, Li Xiuzhu, Lang Yue and Fu Yunshuang upstairs were stunned and glanced at each other.

What's the situation? Can you still meet Ghost Li in this last Qinglou?

At this time, there was an uproar downstairs.

Everyone didn't expect this person to be a well-known non-precept layman.

Cuiyun had seen the words in the young lady's room, and looked at Li Xiuzhu suspiciously.

"Miss, Childe ......"

Rongyue didn't wait for Cuiyun to finish speaking, and immediately interrupted.

"Cuiyun went pour some cups of tea."

Cuiyun suddenly woke up, glanced at Miss, and sure enough, saw Miss staring.

Cuiyun stuck out her tongue and hurriedly ran away, for fear that the young lady would curse.

At this time, Shen Youwei downstairs looked at Du Ziteng with surprise.

"It turns out that the son is not a layman, Youwei likes the grievances you wrote very much, and Youwei is very happy to be able to come today."

(End of chapter)