After I was reborn, I became the queen mother by fortune telling

Chapter 217 Seven-step Poetry Is Probably Impossible, But Eight Steps Should Be Almost the Same
Hearing these three words, Jiang Yu's expression changed.

This is the pain engraved in the bone marrow of every Yangzhou person.

Almost every family has lost family members, houses or fields to that war.

It was at that time that Granny Yao, who raised Jiang Yu since she was a child, had two thatched cottages burned to the ground by Ningqiu soldiers.

Granny Yao had no choice but to take Jiang Yu to live in the ruined temple in the village. Unexpectedly, she contracted a serious illness as soon as she moved in, and died overnight.

Jiang Yu still remembered that she was standing beside Granny Yao's body, it was raining heavily outside, she was so dazed that she was at a loss what to do.

It was the appearance of the master that illuminated her future life like a dark night like a ray of light.

The master buried Granny Yao for her, touched her head, and held her in his arms for the first and only time to comfort her.

From then on, she lived with her master in the house next to the ruined temple where the master used to teach children in the village to read.

Jiang Yu frowned slightly, her heart ached and she didn't want to recall that sad past.

"What's wrong with Ms. Han? Is it because of your status as a native of Ningqiu that makes you feel uncomfortable?" Yin Yan still kept smiling.

"Yes." Jiang Yu answered him coldly.

Yin Yan stood up suddenly, bowed to Jiang Yu, and then sat down.

"If the soldiers of Ningqiu State caused harm to Miss Han's family back then, I will apologize for them."

"There's no need for an apology. As long as you didn't order Daxia to fight, you don't need to apologize." Jiang Yu told him.

Yin Yan's complexion darkened, and he said immediately: "Back then, if Daxia hadn't secretly robbed the hostage and later killed the prince of Ningqiu, the two countries wouldn't have clashed with each other and caused countless casualties. Miss Han It would seem biased to blame Ningqiu for all the crimes of this war."

Jiang Yu suddenly remembered what the master said to her when she was talking about the war with her master, and it just came in handy at this moment.

"The kidnapping of the proton is nothing but a big or small thing. Ningqiu State not only sent people to chase and kill the proton, but also took advantage of the pretext to kill the proton and invaded Yangzhou. Could it be that it is Daxia's crime?" Is it? The king of Ningqiu Kingdom knew that Daxia had no choice but to respond by killing the prince of Ningqiu Kingdom in Beijing, but he still wanted to do so. If the whole matter hadn’t been initiated by Daxia Kingdom, It's very similar to Ningqiu's game."

Bang!

Yin Yan suddenly pushed the table up, took a few steps back, picked up her chair and fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

There was a look of surprise on his face.

Every word in this sentence hits the facts of the year.

But the girl in front of her seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old at most. When those things happened, she was still a child. How could she know so clearly?

A strange feeling rose in Yin Yan's heart.

If he was just astonished by the appearance of this girl who suddenly appeared in the mountains, now he has also developed a deep interest in the heart of this girl.

She said that she was Han Yaoqin's elder sister, so she should be the daughter of someone surnamed Han in the northern border.

Since she came to the capital with Han Yaoqin, she must not be married yet.

If such a woman is worthy to sit beside him.

An inscrutable smile appeared on the corner of Yin Yan's lips.

"Brother Yin, what's wrong?"

Hearing the sound, Pei Zhi, who was talking to Han Yaoqin, looked over.

"It's okay, I accidentally turned the chair over when I got up, and disturbed everyone's poetry, sorry, sorry."

"Did brother Yin make any poems today? I guess it was inspired by Ms. Han." Pei Zhi laughed.

"No, no! I don't have such literary talents. I'm watching Ms. Han compose poems."

He just said casually, Wu Yarong over there couldn't sit still.

Hearing that Pei Zhi met these two women by chance and invited them to the poetry meeting, Wu Yarong already felt very uncomfortable.

In addition, from just now until now, Pei Zhi has been talking with He Youxue and Han Yaoqin, and he called Pei Zhi over several times. He just came over to look at it, and then went back to watch Han Yaoqin write poems. Wu Yarong felt sour in her heart. For Han Yaoqin's sister, he naturally hated Niaojilin too.

Although Pei Zhi has not made up his mind yet, no one can say that he has no chance until the last moment.

Seeing Han Yaoqin biting the pen holder in a dilemma, one can tell that she is very ordinary in terms of literary talent.

It took a long time to write two lines on the paper.

After a while, it seemed dissatisfied, and it was all painted off with a pen.

Looking at her sister again, she didn't even move a pen.

Presumably I can't write at all.

Wu Yarong herself wrote a seven-character quatrain, although it is not very good, but she herself feels that it is passable.

Her heart moved, and she followed Yin Yan's words: "Miss Han must be beautiful and intelligent, with extraordinary literary talent. Now that it is finished, can you let everyone take a look at Miss Han's poem?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the girls who bought clothes at "Moon Shadow" together that day echoed.

"That's right, Ms. Han's poem must be the best, let everyone have a look!"

"Miss Han must be knowledgeable and talented, and her poems should be written differently from others."

"I don't know how it compares to Sister He's poems..."

When Yin Yan heard this, he looked at the white paper in front of Jiang Yu, and couldn't help being a little startled, because he was talking too much.

"Everyone, I made a slip of the tongue. Ms. Han hasn't started writing yet, she's just beating the manuscript." Yin Yan stood up and explained.

Wu Yarong chuckled: "Cao Zhi can write a poem in seven steps. Since Ms. Han has a plan in mind, she can write a poem in about seven steps."

Yin Yan's eyes turned cold, this Wu Yarong was a little clueless.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Wu Yarong suddenly felt that this foreign businessman who had just joined the poetry club and only joked a few jokes on weekdays was a bit different from usual.

She felt a chill in her heart, so she swallowed back the sneering words that she was about to say.

Han Yaoqin didn't know whether she should help Jiang Yu with a few words. She knew that Jiang Yu could calligraphy and draw, but she really didn't know if she could write poems or lyrics.

Yin Yan wanted to say a few more words to round up the situation, when Jiang Yu suddenly stood up and smiled.

"Miss Wu flattered me too much. How dare I, a little girl, compare myself to everyone in the previous dynasty. I probably can't do a seven-step poem, but I should be able to walk eight steps."

After hearing the first few words, Wu Yarong couldn't help feeling complacent, but when she heard the last sentence, her smug smile froze at the corner of her mouth.

Eight steps?

That's just one more step than seven steps. What's the difference between seven steps?
What kind of tricks is this Miss Han playing?
"If Ms. Han is serious, then there's no need. Sister Wu is just joking." He Youxue suddenly smoothed things over.

(End of this chapter)