Jiao Luan

Chapter 338

Han left with anger, while Cheng Wei sat in front of the desk and wrote two poems, but his mood became even more restless.

"Autumn clumps surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually slanting. It's not that I prefer chrysanthemums among flowers, and there are no flowers when all the flowers bloom..."

This poem not only amazes people, but also pleases the eldest aunt. Regardless of character, how can there be such a beautiful woman like Cheng Yao in this world?

That's right, she is always a frog in a well. There are so many talented people in this world. Let's just talk about Ah Hui. After listening to her recounting the past, you can know that Ah Hui's talisman skills are self-taught!

"Cheng Wei, you finally think of me again." Ah Hui's urgent voice came from the bracelet.

When she was in Cheng Wei's body, she was able to actively communicate with him, but when she was trapped in the bracelet again, only [-]% of her soul power was left after being tossed by those bowls of black dog blood and chicken heads, so she could only wait for Cheng Wei to take the initiative I remembered her.

"A Hui?" Cheng Wei's nerves tensed.

Aware of this, Ah Hui hurriedly said: "Cheng Wei, why are you facing an enemy? I'm just a remnant soul, trapped in the bracelet and can't do anything. Let's get to know each other anyway, talk to me occasionally, no Is it?"

"I have nothing to say to you."

As soon as Ah Hui heard that there was no hope, her tone became harsh: "Since that's the case, why are you thinking of me so much? The mood swings are so violent?"

"I—" Cheng Wei opened his mouth, inexplicably having the desire to confide.

In this world, A Hui is undoubtedly the person who knows best why she and Cheng Yao turned against each other.

By accident, she opened her mouth: "Ahui, are there people in this world who are extremely talented and self-taught?"

Ah Hui didn't expect Cheng Wei to ask this, and said lazily, "Is the talent unsurpassed? Maybe there is. But it's impossible to learn without a teacher, is that still human?"

"But your talisman, isn't it self-taught?"

Ah Hui was stunned, as if she didn't want to bring up the past again, and said coldly: "Don't think about it, I just had another chance."

"So that's how it is." Cheng Wei didn't know whether he was relieved or more depressed, and murmured, "But there is such a person by my side."

"Who are you talking about?" Ah Hui asked back, her voice changed, and she almost asked viciously, "Is it your second brother?"

Damn it, he actually knew how to splash her with the blood of Quanyang Black Dog, that kid is going against the sky!
Cheng Wei was stunned, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No. Uh, my second brother is indeed very good, but... how should I put it, he is different from Cheng Yao. Although the second brother can do everything well, my second brother can do everything well. I can see his hard work, such as the second brother's good marksmanship, which was obtained by his continuous practice. But Cheng Yao is different, she gives me the feeling that those skills seem to be born."

Cheng Wei simply read those two poems.

Ah Hui was silent for a moment, then murmured: "It turned out to be a fellow..."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing. Cheng Wei, you don't have to put pressure on yourself anymore, those poems written by Cheng Yao are just plagiarism."

"Plagiarism?" Cheng Wei raised his voice, never expecting this possibility, "How come, she has written many poems before, and every poem is a masterpiece, which is praised by the world's great Confucians. If it is really plagiarism Come, the world will not know?"

Once those poems come out, they are enough to last forever, how can they hide it from the world?

Ah Hui's tone was a little waned: "What's the benefit of me lying to you? It's because every poem is amazing, so it's impossible for one person to write it. Think about it, has there ever been such a poet in all dynasties? A poet, There are always ups and downs, even if there is no, at least there is a process of accumulating, how can it be like Cheng Yao, every capital is shocking?"

While Cheng Wei was in a daze, Ah Hui simply recited a few poems.

Cheng Wei finally woke up like a dream, and said again and again: "Yes, yes, it is such a good poem. The "White Plum" you just read was written by Cheng Yao last winter!"

"How, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

In Ah Hui's mocking tone, Cheng Weichuli became angry, and his whole body couldn't help shaking.

How could there be such a brazen person!
Wouldn't it be ridiculous for her to study hard all night and feel ashamed again and again?
Cheng Wei took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down: "Ah Hui, you also know those poems, don't you?"

"I don't remember all of them. But Chunhuaqiuyue, anyone who likes to write poems in the world, can name a few. Do you want me to read them all to you?"

Ah Hui is full of malice.

Why did she end up like this when she was from the same village, while that Cheng Yao got along so well?
She just can't see others well, so what should she love?

"Okay!" Cheng Wei spread out the rice paper and picked up a pen, "You read, I will remember."

Time passed, and before you knew it, it was noon.

"Girl, it's time to eat."

Cheng Wei didn't look back: "Get out!"

Huanyan withdrew, and anxiously consulted with Huamei: "Miss is fine, why are you just writing in the study all the time? It looks so scary."

Huamei's expression was also ugly: "No, the girl has been like this for almost two hours. No way, how can I bear it. Today seems to be Muxiu's day. I'll go see if the second young master is here."

Huamei ran back and forth, and finally went to guard the gate until the sun slanted to the west, only to see Cheng Che get off his horse, hand the reins to Ba Jin, and walk in.

"Second Young Master, you are back, go and persuade our girl."

Hearing what Huamei said, Cheng Che's heart seemed to be hit with a small hammer, and he panicked for a while: "What's wrong with the third girl?"

"The girl didn't know what to write in the study early in the morning, and she didn't even bother to eat lunch. She is still writing until now, as if... as if she has been possessed by an evil spirit!"

Cheng Che's expression changed immediately.

The word "evil" may have been casually said by Thrush to emphasize the seriousness of the matter, but it was different to the ears of the second son of Cheng.

You know, he saved his sister who was caught by a ghost with a bowl of black dog blood!

A gust of wind rushed past, blowing the thrush's skirt up, and when she regained consciousness, Cheng Che had long since disappeared.

Thrush stared blankly at her chin, which was about to fall.

Second Young Master, what about the calm clouds and breezy winds that you agreed to be as immovable as a mountain?

"slight--"

The door of the study was pushed open suddenly, and the autumn wind came in, shaking the table full of rice paper.

Cheng Wei turned around with a confused look on his face: "Second brother?"

Cheng Che came in with big strides, put aside the pen in Cheng Wei's hand, looked up and down, and then breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe off the ink on her face, looked at her sister's pale face, and reprimanded: "I heard from the servant girl that you have been locked in the study room to write from morning till now, and you still don't care about your own body? Cheng Wei, if you continue to behave like this, do you want the second brother to tie you by your side so you can rest assured?"

Cheng Wei wrote poems for several hours, and her mind was muddled. Hearing what Cheng Che said, she couldn't turn the corner for a while, so she stretched out her hands stupidly: "Tie it up."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and passed out from exhaustion.

　Thanks to Longji Xiaoxian and Tangta for the rewards of the peace talisman, and thanks to the book friends who voted.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)