If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Jiang Miao didn't panic when he heard that there was a snake. Instead, she looked around to make sure that there was really a cobra behind her on the left side.

She broke down the branch, and with a "whoosh" sound, the cobra that sprang up was pinned to the ground.

Feng Shitang originally wanted to say that he was not lying and that there were real snakes.

Unexpectedly, before he could step forward to protect the girl, the snake would be killed on the spot.

Feng Shitang glanced at her, and his eyes changed slightly.

"Did you kill him?"

"Is there a problem?" Jiang Miao tilted her head and looked at him.

When Jiang Miao went down the mountain, Feng Shitang still wanted to follow her, but was stopped by several tall men.

The leader said: "Young Marshal Feng, please stop following Miss Jiang."

Feng Shitang stopped and looked at them with cold eyes, "Mr. Liang sent you here?"

"It is indeed the Young Master's order. Please don't embarrass us."

Jiang Miao ignored these people and left with a small bamboo basket.

She wasted some time picking oranges on the mountain, and the gathering was in full swing. Many people were admiring chrysanthemums by the stream, and composing poems and chanting in front of withered lotuses in the pavilion.

Jiang Miao originally wanted to say hello and leave, but she met Cui Shanming.

"It's the Double Ninth Festival. Are you interested in writing a poem, classmate Jiang?"

At this time, Tang Yiyan, Zhang Wenruo and others also gathered around. Most of them wanted to see how Mr. Li's granddaughter was doing.

It's just that Tang Yiyan is waiting to see her joke. Zhang Wenruo's expression is a little complicated. He knows how much Jiang Miao weighs. She didn't like to study before and spent all day embroidering in the house. It's impossible for her to compose poems. One thing is that she may not even know the most basic rhymes and rhymes.

Tang Yiyan was afraid that she would escape, so she said, "Since you are all here, let us see your masterpiece."

There were no fans of the female lead in the poetry club, so they raised their voices: "Yes, let us also experience Miss Jiang's elegant poetry."

Several voices came out, putting Jiang Miao at the forefront of the storm.

Zhang Wenruo accidentally saw Tang Yiyan's slightly curled lips, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. In his impression, Tang Yiyan was a progressive female student who was knowledgeable and considerate. But she knew that her eldest sister was not good at poetry and calligraphy, so why did she keep her from doing such a narrow-minded thing?

However, Jiang Miao calmly sat in front of the small pavilion by the stream, took a sip of the hot tea that the servant had just poured on the table, and secretly told the system: "This heroine is still anxious."

Tang Yiyan watched Jiang Miao pick up the paper and pen on the stone table, but she noticed that Jiang Miao glanced at her with a half-smile.

Just as she was writing, the literati around her suddenly became quiet and looked at Jiang Miao, while some were whispering.

"Does anyone know what this Miss Jiang's talents are?"

"I don't know. I only know that her grandfather's family is a well-known scholarly family in Shanghai."

Tang Yiyan was feeling a little excited now. She couldn't wait to see Jiang Miao make a fool of herself in public.

She had just composed a Double Ninth Festival poem, which was praised by many people. When Jiang Miao's random poem came out, she realized what a huge difference was.

"I've written it." Jiang Miao's words shocked everyone.

what?

Was it written so quickly? Everyone was stunned.

A flash of surprise flashed in Tang Yiyan's eyes. Shouldn't she have waited until the crowd dispersed before taking out the poem? Taking it out now is equivalent to being judged in public, stupid!

Zhang Wenruo felt nervous for some reason. As far as he knew, it was impossible for Jiang Miao to write a poem in such a short time.

"Classmate Jiang, have you really written a poem?"

Jiang Miao glanced at the man lightly and then looked away, with a bit of arrogance in his tone, "What's so difficult about a Double Ninth Festival poem?"

Someone secretly sneered below, "She's just bragging."

But in the next moment, none of those who laughed at Jiang Miao could laugh out loud.

Because Cui Shanming picked up the poem written by Jiang Miao and recited it in front of everyone. As everyone listened, their expressions changed from looking good at the show at first, to doubt, and finally to disbelief, until they were stunned.

Cui Shanming was so excited that he repeatedly exclaimed, "It's wonderful. The Double Ninth Festival described by Jiang's poem is not like the spring scenery, but better than the spring scenery. The rhythm is bold and heroic, but there is tenderness at the same time. How wonderful!"

The smile on Tang Yiyan's face, who had been waiting for Jiang Miao to be embarrassed, completely disappeared.

She really wanted to question Jiang Miao's ability, but Jiang Miao had no chance of cheating in front of everyone. That poem was indeed excellent, even better than hers.

Both the artistic conception and the theme of the poem are far above hers.

Tang Yiyan couldn't believe that her eldest sister, who had no knowledge and skills and only knew how to embroider all day long, could compose poetry and do it so well.

At this time, no one dared to question Jiang Miao's talent.

Zhang Wenruo, who stood aside and watched the whole scene, was in a daze. The rhyme of the Double Ninth Festival poem was temporarily selected this time. Jiang Miao could not have someone help her compose it in advance. What's more, someone else asked her to compose the poem, or even forced her to do it. Composing poetry. So he was very curious when did this little green plum begin to understand poetry?

What happened to Jiang Miao during those years when he was studying abroad?

Jiang Miao drank a cup of tea and stood up and said, "I have already written the poem. I have something important to do at home, so I will leave first."

She turned around and raised an eyebrow at Tang Yiyan, "Miss Tang, are you satisfied with my poem?"

Tang Yiyan's face turned green and white, "I"

Jiang Miao didn't want to waste time with her, so she said cheerfully: "Okay, farewell."

Little did she know that when Feng Shitang, who had been beside her, looked at her, the desire for conquest in his eyes became more and more intense.

He knew very well that Jiang Miao was now guarded and calm about him, but he still felt that it was only a matter of time before Jiang Miao fell in love with him.

This was a skill he had developed over the years by dealing with various people. He didn't think Jiang Miao would be the exception.

No matter if he was engaged, he would still grab the person.

It's just that he can't completely break up with Liang Hongsheng yet.

……

As soon as Jiang Miao left Shuidongzhuang, she saw several bodyguards standing outside the door of the car that came to pick her up. Through the car window, she also saw Liang Hongsheng sitting in the back seat of the car, his hand on his collar and flexing his neck.

The moment she saw him, Liang Hongsheng seemed to feel something and turned his head in her direction.

Jiang Miao walked towards him, getting closer and closer, and the people in the car window could be seen more clearly.

The lines of the body wrapped in the suit are tight, the face is clear-cut, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and the Adam's apple near the collar of the shirt has an inexplicable look of abstinence.

"Brother Hongsheng, why are you free to pick me up?" Jiang Miao sat down to say hello to him, then raised her eyes and met his dark eyes. His expression was usually a bit alienated, which made The whole person feels a little cold.

"I heard that you were entangled by Feng Shitang and encountered a poisonous snake on the mountain." Liang Hongsheng frowned and pursed his thin lips.

Jiang Miao, "I ignored him."

Liang Hongsheng said, "I've sent you new bodyguards. I'll call them next time you encounter danger."

His eyes fell on Jiang Miao, "Are you injured?"

……