Dressed as a petite jerk

Seeing Mr. Mo's appearance, Luo Qing knew that he was on the right path.

This man is a fierce tiger, but he prefers delicate flowers.

Then, just do what he likes first, and then gradually let him understand that she, Luo Qingci, is the freshest, tenderest and most fragrant flower in the world!

Of course, if he liked something else, she would have to spend more time.

For example, the sixth son likes hidden weapons, and she has to make a complex and amazing hidden weapon...

But I like poetry and songs...

Dayan was built after many years of war, and now it has finally settled down, and only scholars are in the mood to engage in such romantic things.

Poems and songs are not well developed.

However, in the long history of Blue Star that lasted ten thousand years, how many amazing and brilliant poets and poets have appeared.

How many masterpieces are handed down from generation to generation?

She randomly picked out a few articles that fit the theme, and wouldn't she, the third husband, be astonished? !

"Looking at you, it seems that you are not very satisfied with this song?"

"It must be that there is already a masterpiece in my heart that surpasses this poem of mine?"

"That won't work. I still want to win you. Then I will continue to read the second song. Listen carefully."

"Lushui bright autumn."

"Picking white apples in South Lake."

"The lotus wants to talk."

"Worry kills the boatman."

Third Young Master Mo's eyes lit up again: "This..."

"There is a third song." Luo Qingci continued to read with a smile: "After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is not the same as that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun."

Because several place names were involved, Luo Qingci explained: "This is... of course the area in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Third Young Master, let me tell you, the mountains and rivers over there are very beautiful."

"There are quite a lot of lakes, South Lake, West Lake, North Lake, etc., all of them are full of lotus flowers, so beautiful..."

In fact, Third Young Master Mo didn't doubt the place names she mentioned at all.

After all, the world is so big, there are too many place names, and it is normal to have the same name or say that he doesn't know it.

What surprised him was that after Luo Qingci recited these three poems, if he tried to surpass her, it would be a fool's dream! !

She is actually a hidden talent? !

At least she is a talented woman in poetry! !

marry!Must marry!

After getting married, he had a reason to ask her how to make such a good poem...

Luo Qingci is not accompanied by support now, but she can also know from the reaction of Third Young Master Mo that he must be interested in her.

But she still asked him deliberately: "How? What do you think of the level of my three poems?"

"I really haven't learned it seriously... I think the third son can crush me if he wants to compose a song at random? Huh?"

When she said this, she suddenly leaned closer to him: "However, I'm still a soft little girl. If you win me, I'm willing to keep my promise and let you do everything."

"But can you also take care of my mood and physical strength, you...carry me back, okay?"

As soon as she got so close, a burst of elegant fragrance from her body penetrated into Mr. Mo's nose, and he found his heart beating uncontrollably.

"I...I..." He stuttered a little.

After holding back for a long time, I finally choked out a sentence: "Your poems are...very good! I'm not as good as you!"

Luo Qingci thought to himself: I have a bad temper, but I am willing to be honest about my shortcomings.

She pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth: "That means I won. You have to listen to me in everything. Now I ask you to carry me home..."