The best Daming golden turtle son-in-law

Chapter 124 The Incomparably Gentle Brother

However, this was just the beginning but it was not really carried out by Xiaohong. Yang Ling was successfully attacked but he had no idea, which really increased the difficulty of reversing.But Xiao Hong'er and Xiao Xiang's tongue skills are too superb, Yang Ling roared in his head, seeing that the thread was about to be broken, but finally pushed it away.

"shut up!"

The two of them gasped heavily, Yang Ling is a veteran of Huacong, who said that a veteran must be bothered?There will also be dedicated people, and Yang Ling is a very particular person.

Xiaohong got bored, and the next communication became much purer. Yang Ling and Xiaohong studied the details of Xiaohong's novel "The Bingshan Official's Little Man's Wife" seriously. Hands-on experience gave me particularly pertinent advice on the rhythm of the plot. At first, Xiao Honger still wanted to hook up with Yang Ling, but slowly, she became fascinated by it!

"Officer Bingshan, you have to focus on his cold features, but he is not cold to everyone, he just doesn't talk much, understand?"

"Hmm."

"It's almost done. The first ten chapters in front of you should be overhauled. If you should let go of the scale, you can let go of the scale, but you can't let go too much, so as not to cause fatigue to the readers. Make them want to read it but not read it." I can’t see it, but it’s not the feeling that I can’t see it at all.”

"I seem to understand suddenly!" Xiao Hong'er's face flushed this time not because she was shy, but because she was really enlightened and enlightened, excited, "I'll go back and change it right away."

"You went wrong. That's my bedroom, and the door is over there."

"it is good!"

This Xiaohong really gave full play to her instincts just now to seduce people wholeheartedly, but this time she forgets herself to revise her book.

"Looking at her like this, I really feel like I've seen myself in a mirror. In fact, I live freely in the original world, and it's pretty good. I don't know why I have to come here."

Yang Ling sighed, she was bored and had to read stereotyped books.

This kind of stereotyped prose is like parallel prose in poetry. It uses routines to trap people's thoughts, which is more hated than using metrical rules. This is why parallel prose was quite active in the early stage of the development of ancient prose, such as "A Fang Gong Fu" , "Ancient Battlefield Essays" and other articles almost disappeared later.

I was really bored, so I recited a few stereotypes.

No matter how bored she was, remembering that the little princess' tea making movements were really graceful to the extreme, Yang Ling wanted to talk to Zhu Yao about her ideal life again, but she came back just as soon as she took a step.

Speaking of which, in this world, he feels that the only one who has a common language is the No. 1 princess. The little princess Han Yu is elegant and noble, but Yang Ling thinks it is too high, he still prefers more vulgar ones.Since he has a good impression of her, he should manage this feeling well, so he simply picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Zhu Yao and Zhu Hanyu, and asked the servant to send it out.

In this world, a love letter is a real love letter. Between the lines, you want to send colored notes and rulers, and you know where the mountains and rivers are. Too fast pace like now.

The love letter to the little princess is very simple, a small line of poem: "Qingluo Xiaofan white orchid, slender waist and jade belt dancing sky gauze, it is suspected that a fairy has come down to earth, looking back and smiling is better than Xinghua."

The love letter to the little princess is even simpler, and it is also a small poem:
"Reminiscing again and again, recalling the rain in the old place, I was waiting for you silently, the rain drenched my grievances, you quietly appeared in front of me, and hugged me tightly in your arms...

Playing the bamboo flute again and again, you have gone far away along the sound of the flute, I am waiting for you quietly, the rain has soaked my memory, but you don’t know where you have gone, and you have taken my heart far away...

I am alone in the rain, who knows that I am waiting for you, just wait like this, wait, I am alone in the rain, who knows that I am waiting for you, just wait like this, the rain in the old place Still drizzling..."

Seeing that Yang Ling was delivering letters to the two girls respectively, the two boys who delivered the letter couldn't help but joke with him, saying:
"Mr. Yang, we just saw that you wrote two different letters. Would you like to pass on your experience to us?"

Yang Ling was very interested, and just when she was getting carried away, she couldn't help but say a few more words: "The one for the little princess is an ancient poem, and she will be very happy if you praise her for a while."

"What about the princess?"

"Letter to the Princess is a new poem, which is full of the sadness of life, and also expresses my longing for my old friend. The lingering love, coupled with the melodious and melodious melody, will surely fascinate her. "

"From the analysis of the number of words, it seems that you still pay more attention to the princess."

"Okay, let's go deliver your letter."

"Why don't you write me a poem too? To be honest, I've always admired Mr. Yang!"

"You said that you are a kid, you are ten or fourteen, right? You have been doing all kinds of errands with me since Qingquan, not to mention that I like to use you, because you are very hardworking, but your mouth is a little bit Sui, I like to inquire about other people's privacy too much."

"Master, please reward me with a good poem that I can understand!"

"Okay! Even you are here to test my talent, right? I'm not afraid, the young master is in a particularly good mood today, shall I send you a little lamp fan?"

"Hey, young master, tell me."

"Listen, Mimian's four sentences are very simple, it looks like a dog from a distance..."

"puff!"

"Listen to me. Say, it looks like a dog from a distance, but it looks like a dog up close. It's a dog, but a dog. If you hit it, it won't move. If you scold it, it won't move. Just pull it and it will go away! Hit an object, which is a dog. what?".
"What is this? I can't guess it," the boy was in trouble, grinning his teeth and thinking for a long time without any result, "Master, I give up! What is this?"

"Damn dog!" Yang Ling grabbed the boy by the neck jokingly, "Stop watching me read all day long, are you Xue Yingying or Xue'er watching my little secret line of reading, right? Don't think I don't know, you Do you want to send the letter? If you don’t go, I’ll drag you to go!”

"Haha! Master let you find out, for you little lamp fan, I will be yours from now on! I will bite whoever you let me bite from now on. Tell me, who do you want me to bite?"

"Bite someone, go deliver the letter!"

"Ah yes! By the way, Young Master Yang, I found out that Xiao Hong is having a relationship with a man in white clothes. You should be more careful."

"You don't need to say much, I know everything, just send you a letter."

"Yes."

After dinner, Yang Ling was still reading stereotyped essays, but he felt that he was good enough for the exam. He was the little superman with a library search engine in his head. He was afraid of searching, but he just saw how to use it. Thinking about the exam, when the door slammed, Xiao Hong'er entered Yang Ling's room with a dark face, and spoke to him excitedly:
"Brother Ling'er, give me a good look this time. Is the novel I revised repeatedly qualified?"

"Look at your excitement, you always leave traces when you do something."

As Yang Ling was talking, she gently took a hot towel from the side, gently wiped off the blackness on her face, and straightened a small flower on the messy bun on her head.Pass the mirror to her:

"Look in the mirror and see if there are still black spots on your face? The powder you put on is not of very good quality. I can also help you as a staff member, you... Hey, why are you crying? I just think it is not easy to write something."

"Brother Ling'er!"

Xiaohong knelt down to Yang Ling: "There is an old man in white clothes. He is the leader of the Demon Cult who appeared last time. He secretly found me and asked me to murder you!"

(End of this chapter)