Mad wife married: Lord, don't be arrogant!

Chapter 257

After sending Mr. Yunxi to the boat, Mammy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This master has been moody for the past two days, and he looks completely different from before.She was frightened by the reception, but Xu Miaoyin is still a no-brainer, she was really scared to death just now!

"Are mammy worried about the boat?" Miss Yan Wan was born with a delicate heart, and seeing the nervousness on mammy's face, she asked with concern.

"Isn't it?" Mammy sighed, looking at the painting boat that was drifting away, "But in the end, it's a matter between master and servant. I just hope that Mr. Yunxi will not blame us in Spring Garden."

"What did Mammy say?" Miss Yan Wan hurriedly comforted her, "Master Yunxi is not an unreasonable person, if he wanted to anger us at Chunyuan, he should have brought me along."

After hearing this, Mammy also felt that it made sense, she nodded and said: "Yan Wan, do you think Mr. Yunxi is different these two days from the past?"

"It's a bit of a feeling," Yan Wan nodded: "It's just that Mr. Yunxi travels around the world, and it's inevitable that you will encounter things that don't go your way. Isn't our Spring Garden here to relax, don't worry, mommy, no matter what It's also Xu Miaoyin's own business."

Since Xu Miaoyin came to the Spring Garden, many of Ms. Yanwan's guests were really attracted by their pictures.

If it wasn't for Xu Miaoyin's refusal to receive guests, Yan Wan thought, with Xu Miaoyin's talents, these guests would probably become her servants sooner or later.

She has disliked Xu Miaoyin for a long time, and she has a vicious look, but she always has a white face, which makes the guests even more sympathetic, and there are not a few people who spend a lot of money on her songs.

It's a pity that this person was stuffed in by Mr. Yunxi, even if Yan Wan didn't like her, she couldn't bully her clearly.

Now it's all right, today she bumped into her master's bad luck.

Based on Yan Wan's understanding of people like Mr. Yunxi, he will definitely not make it easy for Xu Miaoyin.

I don't know why, although Mr. Yunxi has been very gentle to them in the past, but this time Yan Wan has a premonition that Xu Miaoyin will definitely be scolded by Mr. Yunxi!
Nothing but intuition.

Thinking of this, Yan Wan couldn't help showing a victorious smile as she looked at the boat that was drifting away.

It would be the best if Xu Miaoyin could leave the spring garden this time.For so many years in Spring Garden, Xu Miaoyin was the first person who made her feel threatened.

On the boat.

Xu Miaoyin knelt beside Shu Yunche, carefully cooking tea for Shu Yunche, without daring to say a word.

For some reason, she felt that the young master Yunxi she saw this time was more terrifying than anything she had seen before.

She didn't know if Mr. Yunxi found out because of something she shouldn't have thought about, or if it was because of Lu Jiashu, anyway, her plan right now was to talk less.

After all, it's too much to say.

The boat stopped in the center of the lake, and the boatman retreated to the stern consciously.

The center of the lake is the best place to enjoy the scenery, and many literati also like to come to the center of the lake to recite a poem, so the boat stops at the center of the lake, and the boatman retreats to the stern, which is already a subtle rule.

"My lord, the lake is very beautiful, do you want to write a poem?" Probably the silence along the way also broke Xu Miaoyin's heart, so after the boatman retreated, Xu Miaoyin finally couldn't help asking.

After hearing this, Shu Yunche squinted his eyes and turned to look at Xu Miaoyin. After a long time, he slowly said, "I don't know."

"..." Xu Miaoyin didn't realize that she would get such an answer for a while, and she was a little dazed immediately.

"I heard that you have always been famous for broadcasting, why don't you compose a poem." Shu Yunche said again.

Since he is now Young Master Yunxi, why not make things difficult for Xu Miaoyin, otherwise his sister's crimes will not be in vain!
After listening to Mr. Yunxi's words, Xu Miaoyin was a little at a loss, she lowered her head and said, "Miaoyin's handwriting is vulgar, I'm afraid it won't catch the young master's eyes."

She can also sing and sing. When she was in Yangzhou, she liked to fill in lyrics, and most of those rhetorical little songs were about moaning without illness. They looked powerful, but they were actually empty.

How dare you show off in front of Mr. Yunxi.

"It's okay, I don't understand anyway." Shu Yunche said, flicking his sleeves: "Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink!"

Seeing that Mr. Yunxi was serious, Xu Miaoyin couldn't refuse anymore.After all, Mr. Yunxi still owns her contract of selling herself, and she has not yet reached the emperor through Lu Jiashu's line, so she has to bow her head.

She thought for a long time when she picked up the pen, but she stumbled when she wrote it.

Shu Yunche observed Xu Miaoyin's expression from the side, and couldn't help but feel contemptuous from the bottom of his heart.

This woman is not as good-looking as his sister, not as talented as his sister, and not even as good-looking as his sister, why can she sing a few ditties and make Lu Caobao dizzy.

Hmph, today Xu Miaoyin must be shown what it means to be capable!
Thinking of this, Shu Yunche closed his eyes, quickly searched for the poems his sister had written in his mind, and must take them out to crush Xu Miaoyin to death!
The two had their own thoughts, and after an unknown period of time, Xu Miaoyin finally finished writing a seven-character poem.After I copied it again, I dried the ink on it, and then presented it in front of Shu Yunche.

"It's a vulgar work, please be merciful when you comment on it." She racked her brains to write this, and she was confident that Master Yunxi felt that she was worthy of the word "talented woman".

Hearing this, Shu Yunche opened his eyes, took the rice paper in Xu Miaoyin's hand, glanced at it briefly, and put it aside.

Seeing this, Xu Miaoyin couldn't help being annoyed: "My lord, why did you just put it aside after just one glance? Could it be that Miaoyin's lyrics are so unattractive?"

"Yes." Shu Yunche answered quickly this time.

"Young Master, please comment!" Once Xu Miaoyin got up in spirit, it was not so easy for her to go down.

After hearing this, Shu Yunche's eyes flashed a gleam.

To completely break a person, it is necessary to start with her spirit.

Since Xu Miaoyin claims to be a talented woman, let her understand that she is just an embroidered pillow.

"First of all, this is a seven-character poem. The seven-character poem emphasizes flatness and rhyme. Except for the last word that suppresses the rhyme, you don't even understand the other six words." Shu Yunche said, picking up the that piece of paper.

"Let me ask you, what is the relationship between the beauty of the water and the mountains and the feeling of the boat and Gufan's displeasure? In the front, you are still admiring the scenery and style, but behind you, Gufan is unhappy?"

"There's also the following, what's the meaning of a carefree person returning to a hermitage in a place where people are warm and cold on the shore? It's nothing more than you sing some little songs that are moaning without illness. How can you write poems in such a mess!"

After finishing speaking, Shu Yunche threw the rice paper aside in disgust, and didn't want to look at it again: "This is not seven words, at most it is a doggerel."

After hearing these words, Xu Miaoyin only felt resentful in her heart!

Even if there are so many unsatisfactory lines in her poems, she racked her brains to write them after all, so why should she be treated like this!

"I don't know if the young master has any poems that catch my eye, and Miaoyin can be used as a reference." Xu Miaoyin said these words almost by gritting her molars.

As everyone knows, Shu Yunche has been waiting for these words.

"Yes," Shu Yunche said, sitting up straight: "Jingkou Guazhou is a river, and Zhongshan Mountain is only a few mountains away. The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?"

After finishing speaking, he shook his head and shook his head, as if savoring the rhythm, and then opened his eyes, his eyes flashed: "This is the ten-year-old work of the most talented woman in Kyoto, Shu Yunqing. Tell me, can you compare?"

(I'm sorry Mr. Wang Anshi! I can't write poems, so I'll borrow it...)
(End of this chapter)