Hearing Shi Xiangyun's inquiry, Lin Daiyu covered her forehead with her hand and secretly screamed that it was not good.

This poem is a word given to him by Brother Huan, and it is also a portrayal of Brother Huan himself.

This poem is not easy to spread, otherwise, I am afraid that it will bring trouble to Brother Huan.

The original manuscript of this poem has long been locked up by Lin Daiyu, and she is not afraid of being seen.

However, because I love this song too much, I don't miss it on weekdays.

I didn't expect to be listened to by the flat-haired beast, and I actually remembered two sentences.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Daiyu smiled and said: "Sister Yun, where did I write this poem, it is clearly the words of Li Yi'an, the first talented woman of the Song Dynasty, haven't you read it?" ”

Helpless, Lin Daiyu had no choice but to use the trick that Brother Huan had used to coax herself, hoping to hide it from Shi Xiangyun.

Shi Xiangyun's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Sister Lin, Li Yi'an, the first talented woman of the Song Dynasty?" My sister is really knowledgeable, I have never heard of it, my sister will soon write this poem, I want to see the whole picture. ”

Lin Daiyu nodded and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Shi Xiangyun pushed Zijuan away and studied the ink himself.

After the ink was studied, Lin Daiyu picked up the pen and wrote the partridge day.

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help but groan: "The dim and light yellow body is soft, and the love is far away. Why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class among flowers. Mei Ding is jealous, Ju should be ashamed, and the opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival. People can think ruthlessly, why didn't they see it back then? ”

Shi Xiangyun stared at this poem, his eyes first burst out with dazzling brilliance, but after a while, he was stunned and shed tears.

This poem, of course, is a portrayal of Sister Lin herself-

Yes, Shi Xiangyun didn't believe it from the beginning, and it was written by the first talented woman of the Song Dynasty.

However, this poem, why is it not writing about itself?

Although my body is not weak, my parents died in my infancy, and I am under the fence of my uncle's house, and it is difficult to describe all kinds of filthy places.

Isn't it dull and light, the body is soft, and the love is far away, only fragrant?

And the ambition in my heart, why doesn't it need to be light blue and crimson, since it is the first class of flowers?

Thinking like this, the whole person was stupid, but the tears on his face rolled down, wetting his clothes.

Seeing this, Lin Daiyu was very distressed, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on Shi Xiangyun's face.

The two of them have something in common.

Both parents died - well, Lin Daiyu still has a father.

They all have no brothers and sisters, they are alone, and they are all under the fence.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the two will hit it off at first sight and become like sisters.

Shi Xiangyun came to his senses and said embarrassedly: "Sister Lin, you, the first talented woman in Great Xia, really deserve your reputation, as soon as this poem comes out, there will be no osmanthus words since then!" Based on this word alone, Sister Lin can even be called the first talented woman in history. ”

Hearing Shi Xiangyun say this, Lin Daiyu smiled bitterly: "Yun girl, I know I can't hide it from you." However, this poem was not written by me, but by Brother Huan. ”

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help but smile after hearing this: "Sister Lin, if you want to coax me again, I won't believe it anymore." It's not that I don't know Brother Huan, how can he write such words? ”

Lin Daiyu smiled bitterly: "In your opinion, if I can really write such words, will I deliberately push them to others?" If you read the poem again, are you sure you really know Brother Huan? ”

Shi Xiangyun is not the first time to enter Jiafu, she grew up in Jiafu when she was a child.

Naturally, he knows Jia Huan.

But in her mind, Jia Huan is the hairy boy with crooked eyebrows and squinted eyes to describe obscenity, how could he write such words?

However, after listening to Lin Daiyu, Shi Xiangyun was also thoughtful.

If you write these words yourself, you will definitely not give them to others.

As for Brother Huan'er, you only need to think about the identity of his concubine, and you can probably understand why he was like that before.

It turns out that Brother Huan'er is so bitter, but he has a great ambition in his heart.

For a while, Jia Huan's original obscene image collapsed, and a new image was quietly established.

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help but say: "Sister, I can't imagine that there is such a great poet hidden in our house." The Poetry Society of Tomorrow categorically wants to invite Brother Huan to come, otherwise, where would we still write poems? ”

Lin Daiyu smiled bitterly and said: "Sister Yun, you don't know, Brother Huan is being hated by the old lady because of Baoyu's matter!" I don't dare to go to him now, for fear of causing trouble to him. ”

"Let's start a poetry club, why bother calling him again? No, it made the old lady and his wife unhappy. They are not happy, and they can't say that it will make Brother Huan'er's situation more and more difficult. ”

Shi Xiangyun said angrily: "Brother Ai has always been scorpion stingers, and he will do this kind of thing that affects others. Sister Lin, it's actually irrelevant. ”

"Ming'er still has Baoyu here, as long as Baoyu is happy, the old lady and Mrs. will never be angry with Brother Huan."

Lin Daiyu thought about it carefully, but there was some truth.

Originally, Brother Huan'er was right, but he suffered an unwarranted disaster in vain.

If there is Baoyu Dinggang, it will not be in the way, and it will not be able to make the old lady change her attitude.

Thinking of this, Lin Daiyu said: "Okay, then ask a few sisters tomorrow to see what they say." ”

Shi Xiangyun said: "As long as they come up with this poem, they have no reason to object." ”

The two of them talked, washed up, and lay down on the bed together.

Shi Xiangyun muttered endlessly.

Lin Daiyu has not slept well, and in a year, she usually sleeps ten to be satisfied.

And now, after getting to know Jia Huan, he can not only relieve the dark emotions in his heart through letters every day.

And she is also doing a simple version of the five poultry opera every day, which makes her body improve.

Sleep is not very good now, but it is much better than before.

But now that Shi Xiangyun is talking about it, where can I still sleep?

I don't know when the two girls fell asleep.

When they woke up in the morning, both of them did not look very good.

Lin Daiyu said angrily: "It's all your fault for being a cloud girl, I don't know when I talked about it last night, so I didn't sleep well all night." ”

Shi Xiangyun chuckled: "I said mine, you sleep yours." If you refuse to sleep yourself, what does it matter to me? ”

Lin Daiyu rolled her eyes and said, "You mutter, do you think I can still sleep?" ”

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help laughing.

The two had just washed up, and before breakfast, Jia Baoyu was already busy running over.

"Are you alright? Let's hurry up. It's overcast outside, and I'm afraid it's going to snow. ”

Lin Daiyu rolled her eyes and said, "What are you anxious about?" It's not too late to go after breakfast. Every time you write a poem, you fall into the first place, either that you can't write a good poem with a limited rhyme, or you don't have enough time, and I blame you for being shy. ”

Jia Baoyu's face was sarcastic.

He hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Then let's go to the old lady for dinner." ”