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

Chapter 87 Nineteen sisters, write me a poem (4)

That bastard Zhu Xulin was purely watching the fun, Xie Shiba even helped check it out, and as for Song Lanyi...

This time, she was studying with the prince and came to make soy sauce.

This time it wasn't Koi Boy's turn to explain the rules, Ao Huanhuan had already spoken.

Her voice is as clear as a yellow warbler, "The third level, don't stick to the mediocre format, just make a poem that moves me."

This requirement may seem simple, but it is too broad.

Especially Song Lanyi is also a woman, so she naturally knows how troublesome this request is.

It's just that Song Lanyi can understand, but these young men don't understand.

So when the first person finished reading the poem confidently, Song Lanyi couldn't help but frown.

I saw the man in the shirt stepping forward, shaking the folding fan in his hand, as if thinking for a moment, and then he said with confidence, "I cherish the red tears and tears all over my clothes, it is born without love, lovesickness is everywhere in the world."

"If the flowers bloom again, it is not the old tree, and the cloud can stay temporarily, and it will also be mourning. It will not be a pastime, but only sadness."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone present nodded and applauded.

The general idea of ​​this poem can be seen that the poet sighs that he is infatuated with love, and cannot bear the pain of lovesickness. He only hopes that he will never be a sentimental and delicate person in the next life.

Among them, there is a lot of affection, which is clearly telling the seven princesses behind the screen that the heart is tender and lovesickly.

The man recited the entire poem, shaking the folding fan in his hand, as if he had a winning ticket in his hands.

Song Lanyi can assure you that what he is thinking at this moment must be... This still can't take you down?
But... this really can't take Ao Huanhuan down.

Ao Huanhuan snorted coldly, "It's just a coquettish person. Before today, you and I have never met each other, let alone talk about congenial feelings, heartbroken lovesickness! You are not thinking about me, you are clearly thinking about me My dear, lovesickness is nothing more than the position of Princess Consort of the East China Sea!"

For a moment, the man's cheeks were covered in red, and he was speechless. How could he still have the handsome appearance just now?
After holding back for a long while, he said dejectedly, "Princess, even if you know, don't go into such details? Almost everyone who attended the banquet was the same as me...how did you choose?"

Hearing this, Ao Huanhuan, who had been sneering at each other just now, burst out laughing.

Her tone was vaguely smiling, "That's right. What are you doing to deal with those fakes? I like to listen to the truth, the truth. You are more interesting than before."

interesting?

How interesting is this?
Obviously there is a play!

The man was also thick-skinned, he immediately hit the snake with a stick, licked his face and leaned in front of the screen, "I'm so funny, princess, don't you really think about it?"

Song Lanyi felt that he hadn't noticed.

She turned her head slightly, not wanting to watch this hot-eyed scene.

But Xie Shiba next to him would be wrong.

He leaned over with a big face, and said in a low voice, "Sister, you don't have to worry. Our Hai Clan has a lot of good men. When you grow up, we will also find Seventh Sister and Sixth Brother to give you the same one."

"When I grow up?" Song Lanyi didn't care about anything else, but when she heard this, she couldn't help muttering, "I'm not young."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she spoke, she saw Xie Shiba cough in embarrassment.

As if she had realized something, she suddenly lowered her head, staring at the unobstructed view, and she could see the chest on the tip of her toes.

Song Lanyi was suddenly furious, and rewarded Xie Shiba with a chestnut.

She swears once in a while, "You know what! You look good dressed like this!"

Zhu Xulin came over meanly, pretending to be suspicious, "Really?"

Song Lanyi restrained his anger and changed his face.

I saw her smiling without showing her teeth, with a pleasant appearance, and said softly, "I will give you a chance to take back this sentence."

Zhu Xulin compared the strength gap between himself and Song Lanyi, and found that if this guy was really pissed off, even if he had a sage treasure in his hand, he might not be able to please him.

He coughed a few times, then shrank back.

On the other side, before Ao Huanhuan dismissed the cheeky human scholar, another voice rang out, "Vulgar! You vulgar person, the love you express has no heart at all."

The thick-skinned scholar stared angrily, "Then you go?"

The other Hai Clan who was talking puffed out his chest, "I'll do it!"

He stood still on the spot, pretended to be thinking, and said, "Princess, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice!"

silence.

The scene suddenly seemed to have fallen into freezing silence.

After a long time, the figure behind the screen held his forehead with his right hand and said helplessly, "Fork him out for me."

The Sea Clan was taken aback for a moment, and then was forked out by the shrimp soldiers and crab generals on the side.

While crossing out, he still looked innocent, "Princess? Princess! Didn't you say you like me telling the truth like this? Why are you ignoring me? Princess?! Talk!"

Ao Huanhuan... Ao Huanhuan didn't want to say anything.

It's really not that she has high vision, it's that the prospective son-in-law who came this time... is too weird.

When the Sea Clan went out completely, everyone was still a little dazed.

Next, everyone found out Ao Huanhuan's preferences.

She likes sincerity and poetry, and has a natural yearning for poetry and poetry.

It is not difficult to be poetic, after all, all the people present, except for a few strange ones, have poetry in their stomachs.

But the key... the difficulty lies in - sincerity.

Before today, no one had seen the Seventh Princess of the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea.

The Sea Race may be better, but what about the Human Race and the Monster Race?

It can be said that they were blind to the seventh princess.

No color, no name, no love as a medium, so what is left?
It is a naked interest.

Ao Huanhuan sometimes finds it ironic.

Her sisters were just envious of her right to choose her own husband.

But they didn't expect that the husband-in-law selected under such circumstances would be any better?

They may be young, talented, and knowledgeable, but the most important sincerity... is missing alone.

Ao Huanhuan leaned on the soft bed, rested her chin, looked at the people in the water mirror, and suddenly felt bored.

She turned her eyes, but suddenly saw Song Lanyi who had been very low-key since Lian Qingcheng left.

As a woman, Song Lanyi is still young, but thinking about it... she should be able to understand her, right?

Ao Huanhuan was curious, and couldn't help but say, "Sister Nineteen, do you have any poems?"

She was also afraid that because of what she said, she would put Song Lanyi on the fire, so she added a special sentence, "Just write the poem on paper and show it to me, we sisters don't have to be restrained. "

Nineteen sisters?

Not only the Sea Clan, but even the Monster Clan and the Human Clan looked strange.

What happened to Song Lanyi?

How can you get involved with people wherever you go?
(End of this chapter)