I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 63 Good Sentence
After Xia Yuanming heard about the manuscript, he was greatly disappointed.

There is actually someone in this world who can make such a masterpiece. If you are lucky enough to get to know each other, you must be very lucky.

Sheng'er heard their conversation from the side, trembling nervously, she dripped a drop of ink onto the rice paper and ruined his original handwriting.

With only a half-knowledge of poems and songs, he couldn't understand the charm of the poems, nor could he feel Xia Yuanming's excitement as a scholar. He tilted his head and sighed in his heart. It turns out that this poem can make my husband so excited. It must be an ancient quatrain. If you don't violate it, it's no wonder Niang wants to prevaricate it with white lies.

Sheng'er didn't think much about it, and lowered his head to spread a new piece of paper to continue writing. He thought that in class, he only needed to follow the teacher's words and practice calligraphy carefully.

But he didn't want He Mingqiu to be too unforgettable for Lin Chuqian's poem yesterday, thinking that Xia Yuanming, who had written a lot of books, might know who wrote the other poem, so he couldn't help but said impatiently: "There is another poem. Poetry is also good work."

"There's another one?" Xia Yuanming's spirit lifted.

He Mingqiu knew Xia Yuanming's temperament, except for poetry and songs, he didn't care about other irrelevant things.

She pursed her lips and smiled, cupped her hands slightly, but looked sideways at Sheng'er who was practicing calligraphy. "The other song is a bit longer, and the students are not talented, so they didn't memorize all of it, but Sheng'er has a very good memory, and can repeat it word for word after listening to it once."

Sheng'er didn't expect things to come so suddenly. Last night, he and Lin Chuqian agreed not to show any difference from ordinary people in front of anyone. As for He Mingqiu who knew a thing or two, they both planned to pretend to be stupid in the future. , so as to lower He Mingqiu's inner image.

But before he could figure out how to pretend to be stupid, He Mingqiu pushed him out.

Xia Yuanming was a little curious about Sheng'er, he turned his head and asked, "Fourth young master has such a good memory?"

"No." Sheng'er quickly denied, and then felt that she was very rude, so she stood up and bowed to him. "I don't have a good memory."

"Sheng'er." He Mingqiu was a little surprised.

Yesterday when she praised him for being smart, he proudly went to tell Lin Chuqian that he didn't have the same attitude as now.

It's only been one night, how could it be different.

Noticing the look in her eyes, Sheng'er lowered her head in shame, and explained in a low voice: "Sister Qiu, it's not the first time I've heard the poem my mother read yesterday."

In order to make the first lie more reasonable, he told the second lie.

He didn't dare to look up at He Mingqiu, he pinched his fingers guilty, and comforted himself: Mother's lying is not a lie.

He Mingqiu frowned, looking at him with his head bowed guiltily, a little confused.

I always felt that something was wrong with Sheng'er today, but she couldn't tell.

Xia Yuanming doesn't care whether Sheng'er is smart or not, he is more interested in poetry.He covered his beard and asked, "Do you still remember that poem, Fourth Young Master? Can you read it out for the old man?"

Sheng'er was a little embarrassed, but if he couldn't read it right now, it would make people suspicious.

He bit his lips lightly, and after thinking about it for a moment, he slowly opened his mouth: "The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is full of spring grass and trees; I feel the flowers splashing tears, and the birds are frightened. The white hair is scratched shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust."

Sheng'er's soft and waxy voice resounded in the room, and the chirping of birds and cicadas on the branches outside the house seemed to dissipate in an instant, only the thick and colorful picture scroll emerged from the understatement of the tone.

Xia Yuanming seemed to have seen the golden and iron horse, the man died in battle, and all living beings were in extreme hardship. He stood tall by the window, as if recalling some past events, and looked very lonely and dejected.

"I'm so overwhelmed with tears, I hate the birds and startle." Xia Yuanming murmured to himself, and looked at Sheng'er when he came back to his senses. He couldn't help asking hopefully: "The letter was really burned?"

Sheng'er's eyes dodged a little, but she bit her lip and nodded. "Well, it was burned to ashes by the fire a few days ago."

Xia Yuanming shook his head in disappointment, and sighed softly: "It's a pity."

What a talent it is to make such a beautiful sentence.

(End of this chapter)