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

Chapter 88 I am sending snow to the world, for whom is it written? (5)

Song Lanyi has a faint feeling, and can understand Ao Huanhuan's thoughts.

She thought for a moment, then waved her sleeves to bring a piece of paper, and wrote a poem on it.

Afterwards, she handed it over to Koi Kid.

The koi boy was illiterate and didn't care what was written on it. He didn't care at first, so he took the blank paper.

But before she could react, she felt a sudden sinking in her hand.

She glanced at it in astonishment, but soon, she couldn't care less about it.

Because the seemingly light white paper was actually extremely heavy, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it out for a while.

Fortunately, Xiaotong looks weak, but he is actually a century-old koi, stronger than Song Lanyi.

Her face was flushed with suffocation, she held the white paper without saying a word, and walked towards the back of the screen step by step with great effort.

It's just that if she didn't take a step, she would leave a deep indentation on the ground.

This is a little scary.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What the hell, what poem did Song Lanyi write?

It should be noted that to judge whether a poem is good or bad, apart from looking at the vision, you can also rely on the weight of the poem.

It is said that the original calligraphy that is handed down to the world's poems and prose can even crush a meteorite from the sky with a piece of calligraphy.

The so-called thousand "jin" for a word is nothing more than that.

It's just... Song Lanyi's poem is obviously not light, but why is there no vision revealed?

This is puzzling.

Originally, Ao Huanhuan was also puzzled in his heart.

It's just that when I saw the ink characters on the rice paper, everything was easily solved.

Just because... this poem is not a complete poem.

Looking at its appearance, there is only one sentence.

"You bury the spring and put down the mud to sell the bones."

"I send a head full of snow in the world."

Ao Huanhuan stared at this sentence in a daze, and couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Under Nine Nethernesses, the road to Huangquan is not only corroded with white bones, but also the earthly faces of lovers.

On Hongchenmo, the peaks of the mountains are covered with snow, not only the craggy rocks, but also the snow like blue silk in the morning.

There was silence behind the screen for a long time, even the people outside the screen couldn't help but fell silent.

After a while, a slightly dry and hoarse voice sounded.

"This poem...why isn't it complete?"

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "I didn't write this poem. It's a friend, but it's not convenient for him to come out to see you now."

After finishing speaking, she made a joke, "I am still young, and I have never parted. If I can write such a poem, wouldn't it be that I handed over the handle and forced others to be suspicious of me?"

Everyone outside the screen smiled, thinking that Song Lanyi was a rare and honest person despite his young age.

At the same time, they became more and more curious about what was written on the rice paper.

"It's a friend..." Ao Huanhuan was a little lost in thought, and couldn't help sighing, "It's really admirable to be so affectionate."

Song Lanyi chuckled lightly, shook her head and said, "Sister Seven, you are wrong."

Ao Huanhuan was not annoyed, but was a little puzzled, "Why?"

"The author of this poem did not write it to commemorate his deceased wife, but to commemorate his friend."

No matter how much Ao Huanhuan thought, she couldn't think of the answer.

There was a faint flash of light in her mind, but she didn't catch it.

"what do you mean……"

Song Lanyi smiled slightly, "Seventh Sister, don't worry too much about the things in front of you. Men can't do it, but there are friends, relatives, teachers, etc. The world is so big, and in this world of immortal martial arts, everything is possible. As long as you are patient enough , will always wait for the person you want."

Hearing this, the young man behind immediately became anxious.

What does Song Lanyi mean?
Originally, she thought that she couldn't marry the princess, so there was no threat at all.

But now... what?What is she talking about?

Damn, you can't marry the princess, so you might as well persuade the princess not to marry someone else.

This is... so cruel.

Dig out the roots.

No need for men anymore.

Fortunately, there was a screen blocking it, otherwise if they saw Ao Huanhuan's expression of enlightenment, they would probably have their eyes swished and swished towards Song Lanyi's face.

After a while, Ao Huanhuan got up from the bed, and even took the initiative to lift the screen.

She looked at Song Lanyi with gratitude, "I've been in a daze these days. I care too much about what other people say, and I thought I wouldn't be affected, but in fact, when I proposed Xiulou When choosing a son-in-law, I was already influenced."

She sighed with emotion, raised her head, and looked directly at Song Lanyi.

Although Song Lanyi was young, she was thin and looked a little taller than Ao Huanhuan.

I saw Ao Huanhuan sincerely said, "I have never lacked anything. I have the care of my parents and you companions. Love is not a necessity for me. And..."

She smiled mischievously, "If it is really necessary to choose a son-in-law, I can follow my mother's example and choose a few more."

Song Lanyi was taken aback, feeling wronged, "Sister, I didn't teach you to say that!"

She turned her head, and saw those prospective husbands and sons-in-law looking at her with murderous expressions.

Some even started to sharpen their knives at Song Lanyi.

A rich woman finds a lot of men, can that be called scum?
That makes a heart broken into multiple petals, and each petal falls in love with a different person.

But... they dare not do anything to Ao Huanhuan, but they can do it to Song Lanyi...

Just as they were staring, Xie Shiba suddenly widened his eyes and looked at them with a grin.

Even Zhu Xulin, who seemed to be the least concerned, put away his foolish look at this time, and rolled up his cuffs with a half-smile, revealing a lettering on it.

Everyone who knew Zhu Xulin's identity was shocked.

Compared to Zhu Xulin, even Ao Huanhuan and Xie Shiba were not that important.

After all...they are all Sea Clan.

The county magistrate might as well take care of it now!
Ao Huanhuan was on the side, trying to put away the original poems in his hand while no one was paying attention.

But at this juncture, a teenager from the human race snatched the original poem from her hand.

Ao Huanhuan was startled, and then became angry.

Oops, I finally collected the original poems, I thought I could take them home to show off, but who would have thought that this boiled duck could really fly? !
She turned around and wanted to take it back, even the dragon horns above her head were shining with anger.

The boy was just out of resentment that he came here for nothing today, and wanted to snatch the poem, go back and have a look, what's so special about the poem.

After all, if he asked Ao Huanhuan for good words, he really wouldn't show them because of the arrogant temperament of the Dragon Princess.

He didn't care about it at first, but when he saw the above content, his expression changed, and he couldn't help being a little dazed.

Holding the poem as heavy as a meteorite in his hand, he just felt that a heavy boulder was pressing on his heart, and his sadness was like the north of the city was full of wind.

I could only hear him read word by word——

"Jun, buried, spring, down, mud, pin, bone."

"I, Ji, Ren, Jian, Xue, Man, Tou."

(End of this chapter)