The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 110 This place of peace of mind is my hometown (1)

The outside of the window is plain, the sound of falling snow covers the tile eaves, and a row of ice skates are hung on the side of the eaves.

It was almost midnight at this time.

The remaining maids and servants had already happily returned with Song Lanyi's red envelopes.

Only Song Lanyi and Wang Butler were left in the room.

Uncle Wang was chewing the dumplings while drinking his wine while shaking his head.

While his eyes were drunk, he still hummed an ancient song without words.

The moment the ballad sounded, Song Lanyi even smelled a pine aroma, and had the illusion of being in the sea of ​​pine trees.

Like a long night thick and thick like ink, the wind blows the trees, and the coniferous forest makes rustling sounds. In the night sky, there is heavy snow like goose feathers. In the distance are wilderness and mountains, and the vastness and loneliness surrounded by stars.

Just singing, Steward Wang's cheeks turned drunk, and he suddenly had tears in his eyes, "Old Yan, it would be great if you didn't leave so quickly. Good days...are coming. Just wait and see, this The world will get better and better one day."

Song Lanyi listened quietly without speaking.

It wasn't until Butler Wang fell on the table and snored loudly that she silently took a blanket and spread it on him.

At this moment, a bell rang suddenly in the entire Dingyuan City.

When the lingering rhyme of the bell disappeared completely, a flickering cannon barrel suddenly rose in the night sky. When the cannon barrel reached its peak, the fireworks suddenly exploded. Lights up in the night sky.

The most miraculous thing is that the book, ink, and landscape painting can still unfold slowly. At the same time, amidst the sound of countless fireworks and firecrackers, there is a deep and hoarse voice from King Ming——

"New years are added to the calendar, and spring is full of old mountains and rivers. I, Zhu Mingjing, hereby, wish you all, in the coming year, kill the monsters with fear!"

Song Lanyi: ...Ming Wang's speech level is directly proportional to his character.

Don't expect a person who is usually taciturn and rarely speaks to say anything festive during this new year's festival.

However, Song Lanyi couldn't help but smile when he heard the cheers in the city.

This is Dingyuan City, the northernmost point of Dagan territory.

The people here are hard-working, honest and loyal, even though those scholars have a problem with her, but human nature is inherently complicated.

If there was no friction at all, Song Lanyi would doubt the authenticity instead.

It's only been a few months since Song Lanyi traveled through time, but during these ups and downs, he felt a sense of belonging.

Su Shi's poem suddenly popped up in her mind - "Let me ask if Lingnan is good. But I said, this place of peace of mind is my hometown."

The way of coming cannot be reversed, and the direction of going cannot be found. We only seek to find a place of peace between coming and going.

This is my hometown.

The previous life was the hometown, and this life is also the hometown.

It's just that she always feels that she has forgotten something...

When she was lost in thought, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.

The knock on the door was sharp and sharp, which made people's hearts skip a beat.

Even Steward Wang, who was already soundly asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up suddenly.

He was still a little drunk, with his tongue out, "What happened?"

Song Lanyi's train of thought was interrupted, and when he came back to his senses, he was a little annoyed that he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

She doesn't even need to look at the person to know who it is.

"Zhu Xulin, if you bother me again, don't even think about celebrating the new year."

There was a knock on the door, and then an anxious shout came from outside the door, "Lan Yi, Poetry Club, Poetry Club! Have you forgotten the Poetry Club?"

Since Song Lanyi's literary fame has spread far and wide, he has received countless posts from poetry fairs.

Among them, there are invitations from Mirage Realm to compete with Tianjiao from all over Daqian.

But Song Lanyi didn't go to anyone except for the necessary ones.

Even if they go, most of them will eat melons, and they will eat melons crazily after watching the show.

Song Lanyi didn't clap his hands until his belly was round, and left lightly, hiding his achievements and fame.

As for the host of the poetry meeting, when he looked back, he just found out...Grandma, why is Song Lanyi like an invisible person? She is obviously young and terribly young, but she sees others pretending to be X safely. She herself is not stable like this age group people.

So Song Lanyi didn't think of such a thing until this time.

Steward Wang looked at Song Lanyi earnestly, his eyes sparkling, as if the next second Song Lanyi couldn't say anything, he would burst into tears.

He didn't want to make Song Lanyi famous, but he simply felt that...Song Lanyi was too nerdy.

This little girl is so young, but she spends day after day reading in the study. Isn't this a prelude to reading silly?
This is not possible.

So Steward Wang drove Song Lanyi out whenever he had a chance.

Go, go, go and have fun.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, it is time to be as free as a bird, so go out and flap your wings.

then……

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, in the middle of the snowy night, Song Lanyi and Yunting stood outside the Song residence, staring wide-eyed.

Taking advantage of the color of the fireworks, Yunting looked at Song Lanyi's face with a little curiosity.

The future little junior sister... looks so cute.

Song Lanyi felt that this little Taoist priest looked so strange.

And... it wasn't Zhu Xulin who knocked on the door!
In the end, it was Song Lanyi who spoke first, "Didn't you say there is a poetry meeting? Let's go and see it too."

She didn't say a word about it, which she had forgotten earlier.

Yunting hesitated to speak, he scratched the back of his head, decided to trust his intuition, and kept silent.

Miaobi Building is the largest venue in Dingyuan City.

Since it was built not too early or too late, it not only contains the ancient charm pursued by literati and poets, but it is not too dilapidated to sit down.

Therefore, this poetry meeting was also held in Miaobi Building.

As soon as Song Lanyi entered the Miaobi building, he saw Zhu Xulin sitting next to Zhu Mingjing.

He looked left and right, full of curiosity like a silly roe deer, and his buttocks twisted and twisted in position, as if he was not sitting on a tiger skin cushion, but a needle felt.

Seeing Song Lanyi coming, he winked desperately, wanting to leave this place.

Song Lanyi looked at King Ming's sinking face, then at Zhu Xulin who was jumping off, and decisively turned his head aside.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Goodbye you!

As for Zhu Xulin's small talk after being rejected, Song Lanyi smiled on the surface, but actually wrote it all down in a small notebook.

She looked around and saw a familiar figure inside at a glance.

Song Lanyi happily walked over with her hands behind her back, "Hey, isn't this Brother Zhong?"

cheap!
How cheap!

So cheap!
Zhong Rui didn't realize before that Song Lanyi actually had the ability to babble and make people angry.

But now Song Lanyi and him have already exchanged status.

If he didn't have a father who was a general, he might not even be able to enter today's poetry meeting.

On the other hand, what about Song Lanyi?

Even if her father is not around, she can still participate in the poetry meeting generously and accept the admiration of others.

This is the difference!

　Today's first update

　　
　
(End of this chapter)