Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 120 Ghostwriting
Lan Ning didn't take it seriously, and spread her slender fingers, letting the pigeons eat the crumb cakes from her palm.

The other hand caressed the pigeon's body, the pigeon pecked Lan Ning's palm itchy, and couldn't help giggling coquettishly, the curling voice echoed in the red lotus in the water, under the rockery and green bamboo, and it was full of emotion.

Juan'er smiled and said, "You little bastard is so favored by the oiran lady." Suddenly seeing something tied to the pigeon's feet, she said, "Why is this pigeon tied with a note?"

Lan Ning glanced at it, unlike Juan'er who was ignorant, said lightly: "This is a carrier pigeon."

Juan'er said: "Since it is a carrier pigeon, why does it run to our yard every day?"

Lan Ning said indifferently: "Maybe you got lost." As he spoke, he gently stroked the pigeon's body.

Juan'er smiled and said, "I think this letter was specially sent here."

Lan Ning didn't respond, she just felt it was nonsense, Juan'er laughed and said, "I'll know if I take it off and have a look."

Lan Ning said: "Don't make a fuss, if you take down the letter, others won't be able to receive it. If there is something urgent, you won't be mistaken."

"Miss, don't worry, I'll tie it up again after I've finished reading."

As Juan'er said, taking advantage of the pigeon's unpreparedness, she suddenly grabbed the pigeon and took off the note from the pigeon's feet.

The pigeon was frightened and struggled. When Juaner let go, it flew away immediately. Lanning couldn't help scolding: "Look at you, it's startled."

Juan'er smiled embarrassedly, opened the note and looked in surprise, "Miss, it seems to be your handwriting."

Lanning replied, "Nonsense."

"It's really Miss's handwriting, Miss's handwriting, how can I still admit my mistake?" Juan'er said and handed the note to Lanning.

Lan Ning took it half-believingly, and when he saw the Qijue Poetry on the paper, he was immediately taken aback. How this...the Qijue Poetry...could be on this pigeon is really unimaginable.

Could it be...remember that scumbag who couldn't even hold a pen that night.

Lan Ning's beautiful and moving face immediately turned extremely gloomy. Although she didn't have a good impression of the common man in the street, she was not disgusted to the point of disgust, but she was severely disgusted that night.

Seeing Lan Ning's expression, Juan'er was extremely curious. There was only a simple Qijue poem on the paper, and it was written by the young lady herself, and there was no other content. Why did the young lady look very angry and asked softly: "Miss, What's wrong?"

Lan Ning clenched her teeth, and was so angry that she couldn't speak. The original good mood disappeared, and finally said: "It's a shame!" Throwing the paper into the pool.

After just throwing it, the paper fell lightly on the ground of the pavilion.

Juan'er became even more curious, knowing that she shouldn't provoke the young lady at this time, she couldn't bear the curiosity and picked up the paper, looked at it carefully, and began to read: "Sichun, the blush complains..."

It's strange, the word "Sichun" is not written by the lady. Could it be that the word "Sichun" is so rude that the lady is so angry. It's not just a joke, how can the lady be angry.

When Lan Ning heard the word "Thinking of Spring", her heart was suddenly touched, and she asked, "Juan'er, what do you mean "Sichun?"

Juan'er handed over the note again, "Miss, look, this poem is in your handwriting, but the title of the poem is clearly not written by you.

Lan Ning looked at the word "Thinking of Spring" that was full of strength and beauty, and it was clearly written by a man. With this word of strength and handsomeness, an image of gentleness and elegance came to mind.

Besides, the word Sichun fully expresses her mood when writing this poem.

Juan'er looked at Lan Ning and smiled angrily, and asked softly, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Lan Ning returned to God and said, "I misunderstood just now."

Juan'er asked: "What's the misunderstanding?"

"The misunderstanding is that the street scumbag came to humiliate me again."

Juan'er suddenly realized: "You mean the time you rushed back to the pavilion last time, so is it still him now?"

Lan Ning immediately said: "Of course not, Man Shuo has this exquisite mind to be able to write the word Sichun, it's just this handwriting, it doesn't take ten or eight years of effort, how did it come about, that poor man can't even write steadily , but I don't understand how this poem fell into the hands of this young master."

Juan'er smiled and said: "The servants must have discarded this paper as waste, and it happened to be picked up by this young man. Those rough people in the market are only interested in clothes, shoes and socks, and only literati will be interested in this paper and poems." interested."

Lan Ning said softly: "There is some truth in what you said, but the poem came back to me by chance, was it accidental or intentional?"

Juan'er smiled and said, "Of course it was intentional. How can such a coincidence happen? Isn't it a coincidence made in heaven?"

Lan Ning continued: "Since it is intentional, how do you know that this poem was written by me?"

Juan'er thought about it: "I think this young master happens to know Miss your handwriting."

Lan Ning looked down at the word Sichun, "I can recognize this handwriting, but I can't recognize who it is."

Juan'er said: "Mr. Lu."

Lanning shook his head.

"Mr. Wu?"

"Mr. Lu?"

……

Juan'er said several names in succession, Lan Ning shook her head, "I really can't think of it, maybe it was a time when I was in a bad mood, was rude and indifferent to him, and neglected to receive him, so I couldn't remember him, don't care , go back to the room first."

Lanning walked towards the cabinet with light steps.

Juan'er quickly chased after her, "Miss, what's the matter?"

"Juan'er, grind."

Juan'er was surprised when she heard the words, "Do you want to reply?"

"How can I not return! This time I want to see if he is really exquisite or fake. A person's strength of character can be found in his poems, and he can only learn and experience this thing. Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and there is no way to pretend."

……

In the evening, Zhu Ming finally waited for Xie Fu to come back, and handed Lanning's reply to Xie Fu.

Xie Fu opened the paper, but there were only two words on it - Sichun.

Zhu Ming couldn't wait to ask: "Xie Fu, what is written on it?"

Xie Fudan said: "Sichun."

"anything else?"

"No more, just these two words, you can read it yourself." Xie Fu said and handed the paper back to Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming saw that there were only two words written on a large piece of paper, and the rest were blank. He asked, "What does this mean?"

Xie Fu looked at Zhu Ming with a smile, "What do you think?"

Zhu Ming blurted out, "How do I know?"

Of course Xie Fu knew that Zhu Ming didn't know, he was just reminding Zhu Ming that obviously Zhu Ming had no awareness in this regard.

Zhu Ming asked: "Tell me quickly, what does she mean?"

Xie Fu then said: "The bottom of this paper is left blank, I want you to write a poem on the topic of thinking about spring."

Zhu Ming smiled and said: "Oh, that's it, I understand." He looked at Xie Fu and motioned him to act quickly, but Xie Fu didn't move, and Zhu Ming urged: "Write."

(End of this chapter)