"Set the storm, don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves!

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

Han Yanchen was in the attic of Chunmanyuan, savoring the poem that exploded in the capital, and she was in a mood when she read it.

"This poem is popular all over the country, and I heard that Li Lao spent a hundred taels of silver to sell thousands more copies of her poetry collection." Wanwan looked at Han Yanchen and said with a smile.

"Is this poem really written by the stupid son of the Su family?" Han Yanchen asked.

"Then I don't know, someone's granddaughter is here, why don't you ask." Wanwan glanced at Li Ningxiang, who was drinking tea on the side, with her eyes.

"Miss Li, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, I didn't see you here."

"It doesn't matter if you recognize me or not, you are a fool of the Su family, you are really eyeless." Li Ningxiang said disdainfully.

"Miss Li, I really ask a question, this poem is really from Su... Su Hanfeng's hand? ”

"How can this be fake?" Li Ningxiang was still expressionless.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, that fool can't read a few big characters, how can he suddenly recite poetry right.

"It's ridiculous, people pretend to be stupid, you think people are really stupid, and now that the tide is receding, you finally know who is really stupid, right?"

Who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is in his life!

Return, it is also rain and rain!

Li Ningxiang continued to recite the poem that made her heart pound.

"Miss Li, do you know that I once married the fool of the Su family, and later I was fortunate to regret the successful marriage, so I escaped the fate of living on the streets. From my family's observation of him, he's a complete piece of shit. Han Yanchen almost roared.

"What are you calling here with my dog? I am also fortunate to regret my marriage, but now I regret it? Li Ningxiang had already heard about this, so she naturally mocked.

However, what makes Li Ningxiang happy is that she really wants to regret her marriage, so that she has a chance to be with Su Hanfeng.

"I don't want to hide it, I really want to repent of my marriage, and I know it's wrong, but who wants to marry a fool?"

Idiot? Until now, some people still regard Su Hanfeng as a fool, which Li Xiangning never dreamed of.

"In that case, why bother, just get out of the marriage quickly." Li Ningxiang said lightly.

"Miss Li doesn't know, this finger has two copies of the marriage certificate, and my share was torn up early, but his share was delayed and refused to be handed over, so this marriage..."

"Huh? So that's ......," Li Xiangning said with a pretended pity.

"It turns out that my sister is a poor person, don't worry, my sister will definitely help you, and this marriage must be refunded to you." Li Xiangning nodded pertinently.

At this moment, Han Yanchen seemed to have met his reborn parents, and thanked him with a handful of snot and tears.

"Sister, don't worry, leave this matter to me, you go back to rest and wait for my good news."

Sending Han Yanchen away, Li Xiangning proudly picked up a cup of tea and tasted it.

"Miss Li, you won't really like that kid, will you?" Wanwan asked with a smile.

"Don't make a fuss, I just appreciate his literary brilliance, how could I like others so casually."

"And ah, the outside world is rumored that he is really stupid, although I firmly believe that he is a talent, but other people's crazy words also make me feel uneasy."

"Miss Xiangning, if you want to see if he is really talented, I have a way." Wanwan sat down.

"Tell me about it"

"The saint wants to hold a cruise poetry meeting in a few days, and whoever can win the poetry can serve as the royal pen himself, which is a fragrant dumpling coveted by thousands of literati."

"When you say this, this is really a good opportunity, on the one hand, to see if he really has real talent and learning, and on the other hand, if he becomes a poet and becomes a celebrity in front of the saint, then I ......."

"Then you can marry him rightfully." Wanwan said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, I just think that genius must be useful, and I don't want to see him buried in the world." Li Ningxiang said with a shy face.

"Okay, okay, Miss, you're right." Wanwan shook her head helplessly.

Li Xiangning's face was ruddy when she said a few words Wanwan, her face was full of shyness, and she kept covering her face and snickering.

"I can't help but say if you like it or not, you look at your performance." Wanwan smiled and retreated.

Li Ningxiang: "......"

At this moment, Su Hanfeng had already bought the materials and started to make soap in the garden of the mansion.

He has a hand in making soap, and those seemingly unrelated materials slowly blend together in his hands, plus his exclusive spices, the taste is superb.

As he carefully boiled it, a faint scent of peach blossoms wafted down his mansion, and he poured the sticky soap into the bamboo tubes he had prepared, then placed it in the water and finally demolded it.

A set of processes went smoothly, and in just half a day, fifty pieces of soap had been manufactured.

While Su Hanfeng was working hard, a carriage stopped at the door of the mansion.

A man with a delicate face slowly descended from the carriage, followed by a maid dressed in red.

"Childe, this seems to be some kind of spice place, it's very nasilous! What do you want to do here? The little girl pinched her nose and asked.

After all, this is not a gentleman, this is the emperor of Ningguo, but the entire Ningguo almost doesn't know that the emperor is a woman, and it is an exaggeration that this empress still has a concubine.

Now what makes the empress sad is how to choose a man who reads poetry and books for her own concubine, which can be regarded as a borrowed seed.

"Come here... Come here to see who is the bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than the horse"

"Who is in the rain of smoke and rain?"