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

Chapter 89

You buried the bones in the mud, I sent the world to the world full of snow.

This simple sentence, but in an instant, touched the heartstrings of many people present.

Everyone is a young man, high-spirited, fresh clothes and angry horses, the most romantic and willful.

But in the same way, the young man is just like the rime in the winter morning, and he likes the faint sadness of Yichuan Tobacco, the city full of wind, and plums and yellow rain.

As it is said in a poem: Teenagers don't know how to feel sad, but fall in love with upper floors.Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words.

The word "sorrow" is the most hurtful, but also... the most touching.

I could only hear someone shaking their heads, bowing their heads and muttering this line of poem, muttering, "I want to write about melancholy, not about cool autumn, not about light rain, but about wild geese flying south, and how many cool autumns I have in my life."

"I want to write about life and death, not about tombs, not about plain things, but about beautiful days and beautiful days, and about how the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

These words made everyone fall into deep thought.

Taking this opportunity, Ao Huanhuan walked over on tiptoe, stretched out his hand to cover the manuscript of the poem, and twitched violently.

But it didn't take away.

She froze for a moment, then pumped hard again, but still didn't take it away.

Ao Huanhuan's eyes were almost red.

She has a lot of treasures, but among these treasures, there is no original manuscript of a "one-word-heavy catty" poem.

How could she bear to watch this manuscript being taken away now!

Ao Huan burst into anger, "This is mine! Nineteen sisters wrote it to me!"

The young man cast a sideways glance at Ao Huanhuan, and said calmly, "Oh. This poem is pretty good, and it's mine now."

Ao Huanhuan was dumbfounded.

Are all human races this way?

How can you be more a bandit than a bandit?

Surprised, she couldn't help but said, "Aren't you going to pursue me? Is it really okay for you to just take my things away?"

The young man twitched his eyebrows, "I was pursuing you just now, but not now."

Ao Huanhuan: ...

Ao Huanhuan was a little tired.

Maybe this is human beings.

Her previous filter on humans was too deep.

Song Lanyi hid aside, watching the crowd fight over the one-line poem.

Even Ao Huanhuan, who prided himself on his identity at the beginning, couldn't help but join the chaotic battlefield at this moment, with golden dragon scales all over his body, suppressing everyone for a while.

Seeing that Ao Huanhuan showed his housekeeping skills, the rest of the Sea Clan and Human Clan didn't stop.

Grandma, what are you doing!

A real man should grab a poem!
Song Lanyi hid in a small corner, watching the grand scene where the lun scarf and feather fan flew together, and the robe and boots were the same color, he couldn't help being a little stunned.

No matter how many times she hinted it in her heart, she would still be shocked by the pursuit of learning in this world.

Especially for poems like manuscripts, which are easier to learn and appreciate than classics and meanings, and have a stronger ability to empathize, they are increasingly sought after by everyone.

In this way, Song Lanyi realized more and more how precious the so-called "previous life" experience was to her now.

She even suspected that she had always thought that among the Nine Dao Fruits, she only knew the first life of Mengdie.

So is it possible...the so-called last life is also one of the nine worlds.

Song Lanyi patted Xiba Shiba and yawned, "Brother Shiba, it's getting late, it's time to go back."

Xie Shiba still has eyes the size of copper bells, trying to distinguish the suitable son-in-law for Ao Huanhuan and Ruyi.

After just watching for a long time, he only saw the picture of Ao Huanhuan and this group of people facing each other with swords.

Hearing Song Lanyi's voice, Xie Shiba woke up like a dream.

He slapped himself on the forehead suddenly, and smiled naively, "It's very, very, it's getting late, the adults in my sister's family should be worried. Brother, I'll take you out now."

Hearing "the adults in the family", the smile on the corner of Song Lanyi's mouth stagnated slightly, but in the next second, the corner of her mouth curved even wider, and her smile became brighter.

When Zhu Xulin heard this, he took another look at Xie Shiba, and then carefully at Song Lanyi. Seeing that Song Lanyi didn't respond, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Walking out of the mirage, behind you are the brilliant embroidery buildings and the noisy Luogu Street, all disappearing.

It's like it's a mirage.

But beside the ears, the sound of books in the Xiulou seemed to echo again.

Walking to the front of Song's house, Song Lanyi looked at the plaque on the mansion, then at the stone lions on both sides, and at the empty door, and sighed slightly in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.

She stood still in front of Zhu Hong's gate, turned around and bid farewell to Xie Shiba and Zhu Xulin.

Before leaving, the idiot Xie Shiba still smiled and said, "Sister, we have known each other for a while, why haven't I met your father and mother?"

As soon as he said this, Zhu Xulin kicked him unceremoniously, and dragged him away without waiting for him to say anything.

Song Lanyi laughed when he saw this.

It's not that her father is dead, he just left home on business.

Perhaps because he was born in the royal family, Zhu Xulin was naturally sensitive to this kind of things.

He usually looks like a fool, it's because this fellow is too lazy to watch his words.

Seeing their figures go away, Song Lanyi turned around, opened the door, and walked into the mansion.

As soon as Hajime entered the mansion, she saw a dim yellow light flickering slightly in the lampshade.

"Uncle Wang?" She asked in surprise when she saw the person coming.

Steward Wang stood on the spot with a lamp in his hand, and the thick ink-like night became his background at this moment.

A sudden wind passed by, and the lights of a bean flickered.

He could only hear him say softly, "Miss, welcome home."

Looking at this scene, Song Lanyi was stunned for a moment.

She seemed for a moment, as if she had returned to the time when Song Hanhai was still at home.

No matter how late she came back every time, the light in the study would always be on.

She also looked at Butler Wang and smiled, "I'm back, Uncle Wang."

the other side.

Zhu Xulin dragged Xie Shiba all the way to a secluded place. Seeing the latter's dazed look, he said angrily, "If you don't know how to talk, don't talk about it next time. Knowing about Song Lanyi's parents, why don't you take it?" Speak up."

"Huh?" Xie Shiba asked in surprise, "What happened to her parents?"

Zhu Xulin was simply convinced.

"Her father went to perform military duties, and her mother is gone. If you have a heart, you fool, don't mention such things in the future."

"That's it..." Xie Shiba didn't expect that there was such a relationship in it.

Zhu Xulin looked at him suspiciously, "You idiot, what are you thinking about?"

Xie Shiba followed his words and said what was in his heart, "I mean... since the sea ban has been lifted, can the opening of this sea ban be opened wider?"

It's not like a fool can say that.

Zhu Xulin's curiosity arose, "What are you going to do?"

Xie Shiba didn't speak, just took out the mirage beads in his pocket.

He stretched out his hand and tossed the mirage bead in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the mirage pearls are white and slightly transparent, giving it a dreamlike feeling.

　So far, six chapters have been published, each chapter is 2000+, almost 1.2w words, I will continue to write, as much as I can, and strive for a total of no less than 2w words, thanks to the genuine readers who have supported so far.

　　
　
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