Out of the garden, one person stands alone, Shen Lian knows it, but it is Shen Ruoxi.

Although Shen Lian rarely returned to the Shen Mansion, every time he came back, he became more and more powerful, even Shen Qingshi and Shen Qingshan did not consciously treat him politely.

It's not that Shen Lian is strict, but that a person's status and influence have gone up, and others see him differently.

Shen Ruoxi was prejudiced against Shen Lian from the beginning, and later learned some things about Shen Lian in private, and learned more about the rivers and lakes, but instead gave birth to a complex and indescribable worship.

He didn't know that it was Shen Lian who rescued her from the dream that year, after all, it had been a long time, even if there was a little memory at the time, it was completely blurred later.

What's more, she doesn't know where she came from or where she went.

"Ruoxi, are you waiting for me? Shen Lian took the initiative to say hello, Shen Ruoxi is nearly twenty-eight years old, the most beautiful age, slim and elegant, like a handful of lotus.

"As soon as I wanted to go in, Grandpa held his back and had to wait for you outside. Shen Ruoxi bit her lower lip slightly, and the girl's fragrance escaped quietly and peacefully between the two.

In Shen Lian's eyes, even though Shen Ruoxi's skin is so tender that she can pinch out ~ water, she can also see many flaws, which are far less perfect than Xin Shi Niang, but they are more real.

Besides, Shen Lian didn't have a sister in his previous life, his generation was an only child, and he really longed for his brother and sister.

In the end, there is a continuous blood relationship in this life, and Shen Lian is gradually still her sister, which is different from when she first returned to the Shen family.

"What's the matter?" Shen Lian didn't go around in circles, he was about to seek a hometown, and he might not have a chance to come back in this life, if Shen Ruoxi had any requests, he would try his best to help her.

"I want to hold a plum poetry party. Shen Ruoxi stood on her toes, and as she grew older, she had a lot more ladylike demeanor and was much more gentle.

"If you want to do it, you can do it, and the second uncle won't let you go to the poetry party. Shen Lian said with a smile.

"You know that I'm not as good as you in elementary school, can you help me make a song?" Shen Ruoxi pulled the corner of Shen Lian's clothes.

"I'm afraid I'm not doing well and making you ugly. Shen Lian shook his head.

"Why, if you do it seriously, you will definitely be able to beat the crowd. Shen Ruoxi almost hugged Shen Lian's arm and shook it.

Recently, she has peeked at a lot of scripts describing chivalry, words like overpowering the crowd, and she has come up with it.

"I can't write my own poems, but I can help you copy someone else's poem, and I'm sure no one will find out. Shen Lian said casually.

"Really?" Shen Ruoxi looked suspicious, I don't read much, don't lie to me.

"Fake, believe it or not. Shen Lian raised his feet and was about to leave.

"I can't believe it, you have the ability to never forget, thinking that I don't know, looking for a poem that is out of the way is enough to fool them. Shen Ruoxi happened to see Shen Lian's memory once, or last year, she was studying in the home school, and it happened that Shen Lian came back that day, and her husband gave her a question, but she couldn't answer it, so she asked her to find the books she had learned and copy them a hundred times.

Shen Lian used the martial arts of sound transmission into the secret and told her that she was in a certain book, a certain volume, a certain page, and a certain line.

Mr. asked the question casually, of course, Shen Lian could not have known in advance.

This also shows how exaggerated Shen Lian's memory is.

The Shen family is not a family of poetry and books, but in the entire Qingzhou Mansion, there is no place where the collection of books is richer than the Shen family.

Shen Ruoxi knew that Shen Lian would sometimes go to the places where the books were stored at home for a while, and he really saw some out-of-the-way poems, and it was not unusual to write them down.

Of course, Shen Ruoxi would never know that Shen Lian didn't spend much time to finish those Tibetan secretaries, and he also knew a lot of anecdotes that others didn't know.

"Then you listen, I'll just say it once. Shen Lian patted Shen Ruoxi's head.

"Not too long, or I won't remember. ”

"It's short. ”

"Say it quickly, then. ”

Shen Lian has thousands of books in his chest, just the poems of this world, no matter how remote the origin is, there will always be people who know.

What he wanted to give Shen Ruoxi was, of course, poetry from the earth.

The two worlds have similar cultural backgrounds, and their poems share the same rhythm.

I had read poems about plum blossoms before, and Shen Lian chose one and said: "

In the snow forest,

Different peach and plum mixed with fragrant dust;

Suddenly, a night of fragrant hair,

Scattered for thousands of miles of spring. ”

Shen Lian's internal qi is sufficient, although it is a low groan, but it has the spirit of a young phoenix.

The words of this poem are not elegant, but the idea is high, and the artistic conception is wonderful, in fact, it coincides with Shen Lian's temperament.

After finishing in one breath, Shen Lian actually had a feeling of being in harmony with God, and the pass that had been stagnant for a long time was actually a little loose.

"This poem doesn't work. Shen Ruoxi muttered.

"Why?"

"Such a good poem, I guess others already know it, wouldn't it be ugly for you to ask me to take it out. "Shen Ruoxi is really shocked and troubled, if Shen Lian's poem is above average, it's fine, but the difficulty is that this poem is easy to understand, and the rhyme is outstanding, there must be no lack of popularity, and it is easy to goof.

"If you believe me, you take it out, but if you don't believe me, think for yourself. ”

"Well, when the time comes, I will say that you did it, and it is you who was exposed and made a fool of yourself. Shen Ruoxi snorted.

"I wish someone could debunk it. Shen Lian secretly said in his heart, Shen Ruoxi reminded him that the five-character poem by Wang Chongyang when Ling Chongxiao told the story before should not be the original product of this world.

I don't know what mystery is in it.

Time flies, today is the fifteenth, but it is not a good weather, two days of sunshine, and ushered in a cold wave.

There are no stars or moons in the sky, only the lights on the ground, which can illuminate.

Of course, the lights of Garan Temple are bright and as clear as day.

Shen Lian saw Xin Shiniang for the second time, in the Garan Monastery of Garan Mountain.

The lights were like flowing water, flowing out of the door, mixed with ice and snow, as bright as stagnant water.

A sparse plum blossom, a bright and moving girl.

Pale yellow flowers, crimson Kasumi.

"The girl is here, and I don't know for a while whether to look at flowers or people. Shen Lian smiled with a smile on his face, in this ancient temple in the deep mountains, on a night without stars and moon, he was calm.

"First, I'm not human, and secondly, I'm not as good-looking as me, but Shen Gongzi doesn't know how to speak?" Xin Shi Niang smiled.

"Plum blossoms are proud, ice and snow beauties, all are appreciable, respectable and amiable things, all of them are eye-catching, and they can't be distinguished from beautiful in my heart. ”

"When I saw Ye Liuyun before, I only thought he was inferior to you, but now I feel that you are inferior to him. Xin Shi Niang bent her fingers and flicked the plum, the branches swayed, and the clear shadow was heavy.

"Oh, but I don't know why?" asked Shen Lian at the right time.

"He's not blind after all. ”

Shen Lian smiled and said, "Of all the things I've seen in my life, only the girl is the most interesting." ”

"But you're boring, like a little old man, and you're a good gift. Xin Shi Niang stretched out her hands, and she had a posture of wanting to pass by from now on and leave the money to buy the road.