"Why did Sister Jiang Xin sweat so much? Is it too hot? ”

Looking at Jiang Lin, the girl asked with a blink of an eye, like a star in the sky.

"Well...... It seems like...... It does seem to be a little hot...... But don't ......."

Jiang Lin straightened his expression and said solemnly.

"And Miss don't worry, even if the flower thief Jiang is coming! I'll protect Miss too! Won't let her get a step closer to Miss! He didn't want to touch a single hair of Miss! ”

Jiang Lin continued to speak righteously: "Otherwise, I will break his third leg!" ”

"Third leg?" The girl's willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she thought seriously, "Is that Jiang Lin named the flower thief a demon clan?" But what kind of monster only has three legs......"

“...... The young lady didn't say anything about being a slave ......"

It's true......

This girl is like a blank slate.

I felt that if I defiled her, the guilt would burst.

"Miss, let's read the poems, the slave is still looking forward to it."

"yes, okay."

Mo Li quietly glanced at Sister Jiang Xin beside him, but it was just a quiet movement, and the spiritual power of the necklace on her fair-skinned slender neck had begun to flow quietly.

Open the first envelope, on which is the work of a poet-friar:

"It was a green lantern that did not return, but it left dust because of turbid wine. The veins and green grass are there every year, and the first day is the king's life. ”

After reading it...... Jiang Lin scratched his head, and a kind of fleshy strength spread.

This is simply, it's just a confession of Chiguoguo......

"What does Sister Jiang Xin think?"

Turning his head, Mo Li asked Jiang Lin, but he didn't blush, but there was a bit of embarrassment in his eyes.

But it's normal to think about it.

The poem is good, but Rao is a stranger to you "for the king".

It feels a little wrong to think about it.

After thinking about it, Jiang Lin made a simple comment, but as a layman, he felt that although what others wrote was numb, it was really good, at least let such an old rough person make poems, he would definitely not be able to do it:

"Well...... The writing is good, the rhetoric is beautiful, but I always feel a little frivolous, not pure enough to love ......"

"What is ...... Pure love? ”

"Pure love is ...... I just like one person...... There is only love and nothing else. ”

"Really......" Mo Li lowered his eyes slightly, not saying much.

Jiang Lin scratched his head, feeling as if he had said something he shouldn't have said.

Indeed, for this girl, who simply likes it, and doesn't come for the identity of "son-in-law of the Ethereal Sect"?

"Miss, let's take a look at the next one......"

[Until lovesickness is useless, it is frivolous to be melancholy. In the past, there were several children's affairs, who do you want to spend the eight famines? 】

This one is seven words, it is really catchy to read, it is actually quite good, although it is also a little numb, but it is also more tactful.

Well...... This is the evaluation that Jiang Lin, an old rough man, can think of.

The girl didn't ask Jiang Lin how the poem was.

But the girl smiled slightly, without words, folded the envelope with the verses written on it and gently put it back into the envelope, which was a sign of respect for others.

......

Seeing the back, there was an extremely strange poem.

It's called "Ode to the Lotus"!

【Oh! Lotus! You're so beautiful!

Oh! Lotus! You're so moving!

Lotus in summer, lotus in winter!

Oh~~~~ Lotus ah......]

Don't even think about it, this poem was definitely written by Wu Ke!

And when he saw the next poem, Jiang Lin was even more confused, and his brows twitched slightly.

[The emptiness of fate is love, and the deep love of orthopedics is true love.

The two love for a long time and space, even if the leg is broken, they will not give up]

What a deal!

The cliff was written by the sister who copied the skirt!

Is this a poem?

This......

Not to mention, the poem Fang Copying Skirt seems to be okay......

Looking at this poem, which is not a poem, Mo Li seriously considered: "Sister Jiang Xin, does this poem use any allusions?" What is the 'emptiness of fate'? What does 'orthopedics' mean? And why did it get a 'broken leg'? ”

"Well...... this" Jiang Lin organized the language, "Actually, this uses an allusion to a silver-haired couple, but it doesn't matter, the next one, the next one......"

Jiang Lin hurriedly revealed it, otherwise how would this be said? Do you have to start with German orthopedics?

After almost two sticks of incense (forty minutes), Jiang Lin and the girl finished reading all the verses.

Indeed, these poets and monks wrote very well, and some of the poems described the beauty of the girl and the emotion of seeking it to the girl.

To be honest, if it is a junior Chinese learning little sister, if you receive this kind of love letter, don't say what the other party looks like, and the favorability will soar a few times first.

But the girl, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, did not seem to express much indulging in these poems at all, and even had the feeling that she did not waste the other party's time before reading them carefully.

However, the girl did read it very seriously, and added annotations, and by the way, she politely refused......

In addition to poems, there are also songs that record crystal records, including qin, xiao and flute.

Really, it is worthy of being a monk of Lejia, even a layman like Jiang Lin is a little fascinated by it.

As for chess, it is a recorded chess game, and the two sides play against each other, each showing its own means.

The painting is an improvised work of the painter monk, and most of them paint Miss Moli in their hearts.

Plainly...... That is, crazy brain supplement......

Stop......

Although they don't draw like each other, they all draw very well.

Sure enough, the otaku's brain replenishment ability is top-notch.

For a whole hour, after the girl had evaluated all the works, she replied slightly, and all of them expressed a tactful refusal.

Looking at the girl's delicate font, the embroidered small block is pleasing to the eye, although Jiang Lin is a layman, but he can also see that it is much better than those calligraphers and monks.

"Nothing satisfied?"

Looking at the flying sword that flew away, Jiang Lin asked.

The girl smiled and shook her head. Not many words.

Jiang Lin didn't ask any further, after all, this is someone else's business, and he is going to run away tonight.

But looking at the girl's eyes, she seemed to be a little lost, I don't know if it's because there is no favorite person, or because there is no favorite poem.

Perhaps, the latter is more......

Looking at the poetry that must be mentioned in every painting in the girl's room, Jiang Lin felt that maybe it was the latter, she really liked poetry.

"Actually, the slave maid got one in the hands of a poet monk, if the young lady didn't dislike it......"

"Really? Sister, please write ......"

Before Jiang Lin finished speaking, the girl said with shining eyes, those shining eyes seemed to be able to speak.

It's hard to refuse, Jiang Lin took the paper and ink handed by the girl, and wrote it slowly, with each word, the girl's lips and teeth opened slightly, and she read it softly......

When the recitation was finished, the tears couldn't stop dripping......

......

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[The verses in this chapter are all provided by salted fish friends, a pack of Weilong and a poem...... emmm...... After thinking about it, could it be a little too expensive? 】

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