Dressed as a petite jerk

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Luo Qingci suddenly smiled brightly: Ha!Didn't the little idiot still fall into the trap of sister? !

"The easiest way to play is, I will write three poems first, and then you will write more, just surpass the three poems I wrote before."

"...If you think it's more advantageous for me to write poems in front, then it's the same for you to come first."

"I'm not going to take advantage of you, a little girl!" Third Young Master Mo said with a dark face, "But this poem is really written by you yourself, you are not allowed to read other people's poems."

"Naturally." Luo Qing nodded.

Looking into the pond, he suddenly pointed to the lotus leaf and said, "Hey! There are fish in the pond!"

"Have it!"

"Fish Playing with Lotus Ye Dong."

Third Young Master Mo: What kind of beginning is this? It sucks!

Luo Qing said: "Fish plays with lotus leaves."

Third Young Master Mo: After the show is over, play west?This "drama" is a bit clever, but it's too perfunctory...

Luo Qing said: "Fish plays with lotus leaf south."

Third Young Master Mo: "..."

Luo Qing said: "Fish play with lotus leaf north."

He paused on purpose, turned his head and asked Third Young Master Mo: "How is it? Is it good?"

"Heh!" Third Young Master Mo responded with a chuckle of contempt.

He knew that this woman could not write any good poems at all!

"Number..." Let's go to the second!

Just as he was about to say this, Luo Qingci slapped his forehead: "Look at me, after finishing the poem, I read the rest excitedly."

"Actually, there are."

Third Young Master Mo: Anything else?The southeast, northwest, and north are all over. If there is any more, do we still need southeast, southwest, northwest, and north-south?

Luo Qing said: "It's the one in front."

"The complete content of this poem is - you can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, lotus leaves and He Tiantian, fish play among lotus leaves."

"Fish playing with lotus leaf east, fish playing lotus leaf west, fish playing lotus leaf south, fish playing lotus leaf north."

"This poem, let's name it Jiangnan."

"When I was young, I lived in the south of the Yangtze River for some time. Whenever it was the season of picking lotus, the men and women picking lotus would row boats and sing and work happily in the lotus pond."

"The lotus pond in the south of the Yangtze River is smaller than the one in front of us. It is a real lotus pond for thousands of miles."

"I was young at the time, and I could only stand on the shore and watch the big brothers and sisters dressed in beautiful clothes, picking lotus flowers and lotus pods, and occasionally getting together to whisper..."

"By the way, some of them were chatting, and when the boat went deep into the pond, they couldn't see anyone. They could only see the lotus and lotus leaves swaying in the wind!"

"I didn't quite understand it back then, but now... ahem... I still understand a little bit."

As he spoke, Luo Qingci was still shy: "That's why this poem of mine wants to describe the scenes of Jiangnan lotus picking people who are light and happy working." At the same time, it also hides the true feelings of young men and women... um... ...I thought that if they could have a good marriage, the flowers in the lotus pond would be so beautiful and fragrant! "

"Third Young Master, do you think so?"

Third Young Master Mo's eyes narrowed.

He seems to have seen the lively and cheerful lotus picking event in the south of the Yangtze River through this poem.

This poem does not write about flowers but only about leaves, but the flowers in "Lian Ye Tian Tian" must also be blooming very well.

If the flowers bloom well, the first crop of lotus pods must also be excellent.

Therefore, it is not the fish swimming happily in the water, but the lotus pickers happily swimming among the flowers and leaves because of the bumper harvest.

It's not the fish and the waves swaying the branches and leaves, it's the young men and women who are not bound by various rules chasing and playing with each other, and even expressing their hearts to each other...

Thinking of this, he was completely shocked!

Luo Qing resigns!She can't write poetry, can she?This poem can be handed down forever!

He turned his head abruptly, and met Luo Qingci's gaze, the originally indifferent and impatient black pupils burst into flames of excitement...