As a salted fish, I don’t want to make progress, but the system is too strong

The woman smiled helplessly, and no longer cared about the man with the sword.

"I've been on the road for a long time today, everyone, let's rest for a while." She said.

After the voice fell, the convoy slowly stopped.

Yun Xiao also got off the horse, and the coachman and a group of people followed behind Yun Xiao's buttocks.

"Talk, tell, Brother Yun, you haven't finished telling the story just now!" The groom followed Yun with a laugh, anxiously urging.

"Yeah, brother Yun, don't stop!" A group of people who followed closely also booed.

Yun Xiao found a big rock and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, a bunch of people sat down around him too.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Yun Xiao took a sip of water, "Okay, continue. And then..."

While talking, the woman also came over.

As soon as they saw the woman coming, everyone sitting cross-legged got up and saluted, "Miss."

"Sit down, I'm also here to listen to the story." The woman said softly, and sat down on a cleaner stone.

"Master Yun, you continue."

Yun Xiao nodded and continued to talk.

When he talked about the passion, everyone's blood boiled;

Even the woman followed the crowd up and down, with expressions on her face constantly changing.

After a story is told, everyone is satisfied but also unsatisfied.

"Brother Yun, tell me one more thing." The coachman and everyone looked at Yun Xiao expectantly.

Yun Xiao took a sip of water and waved his hands, "Later, my voice is almost hoarse."

Seeing this, everyone sighed, and couldn't let Yun Xiao talk anymore, so they started whispering about the plot and the people in the story just now.

Only the woman looked at Yun Xiao with admiration, "I can't see that Mr. Yun can tell such a thrilling and majestic story at such a young age, it is really hidden."

"It's not a big deal, the miss is flattering you." Yun Xiao said modestly.

These are all familiar fairy tales from previous lives.

"I'm not flattering, I really admire Mr. Yun. To be able to tell such a story must be someone with a big heart."

Yun Xiao still wanted to be modest, but the woman suddenly let out a "hey".

She seemed to suddenly think of something.

"By the way, the young master is so talented in literature, he must be able to compose poems and lyrics, right?" The woman looked at Yun and smiled expectantly.

Yun Xiao said honestly, "I can read poems, but I can't compose poems."

I have seen and memorized a lot of poems in my previous life, but let him do it, then forget it.

It takes effort just to figure out a rhyme.

"Mr. Yun is humble. Since he can read poems, he must be able to compose them." The woman said softly, "I have a best friend who loves poetry by nature, and it will be her birthday in a while."

"She comes from a very good family, and she has everything she needs on weekdays. She has unique poetry, and she is eager for it."

"So I wanted to write a poem for her, but I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't find anything wrong. Could you please help me to see it?"

Seeing the hopeful look on the woman's face, Yun Xiao couldn't refuse.

Although I can't write poetry, I can barely read poetry.

After all, in the previous life, he was more or less influenced by those poems that have been passed down through the ages since elementary school.

So he nodded, "Okay, just show me."

Seeing that Yunxiao agreed, the woman was very happy.

She took out a scroll from the storage ring, opened it and handed it to Yun Xiao.

"Young master, please take a look."

Yun Xiao took a look and frowned.

What the hell is this?

He covered his mouth and coughed to hide the embarrassment on his face.

Looking up at the woman, "What do you think?"

The woman smiled embarrassingly, "I'm not afraid of your son's jokes when I say it. I don't have any talent for poetry, so I just do it casually. It's just out of my heart."

Yun Xiao didn't speak, but looked at the poem with a troubled expression.

I thought about whether to tell the truth, but the truth is also a bit shocking.

Looking at Yun Xiao's face, the woman knew that Yun Xiao might not like her poems.

Blushing, he remedied, "Although I don't know how to write poems, I can read them. After all, my best friend has also collected a lot of good poems."

"If you don't like it, you may help me compose a song?"