Farmers' group pet: the blessings of powerful ministers are soft and deceitful

Chapter 346 Writing Poetry
Since Shen Chenlan became a teacher, she has become much busier than before when she comes back every day.

After eating early and washing up, I began to write and draw on the table.

Jiang Ning also had to register the daily account, so the two of them each took half of the round table, and every time they got tired of writing, they would look up at each other, but they didn't affect each other.

But every time she finished writing, Xianggong still wrote there by lighting the oil lamp.

She had no choice but to put away the account book and go to bed to wait.

But in the past few days, she was tired of waiting, so she just fell asleep, and when she got up, there was no sign of her husband by the bed.

If she had encountered that kind of thing before, she might have stayed in peace and contentment, waiting for her husband to find out.

But now, she gradually understands that if she doesn't work hard in everything, if she keeps waiting for others to take the initiative and accepts it, things will not develop in a good direction.

So she took off her coat boldly, went back to the bed, and took out her perfume.

Then he lay down on the bed and called out to Shen Chenlan who was sitting at the round table.

"Master..."

Shen Chenlan was worrying about the remaining three poems today, and he had to hand in his homework at noon tomorrow. Even if he wrote another one during recess tomorrow, he would have to write two more poems now before he could sleep.

So now it is the thought of scratching the liver and scratching the lungs.

There is a theme in the exam, and you can roughly confirm the direction the poem is going.

Now Yan Liangting didn't specify any topic at all, so he was allowed to use his imagination freely.

With such a large scope, he couldn't think of any good topics for a while.

Just write a few poems to deal with it. According to Yan Liangting's temperament, he will probably be severely criticized.

So you can't write it casually.

At this moment, a soft female voice came from the tent behind him.

Shen Chenlan turned her head, and saw Jiang Ning lying on her stomach lightly inside the hazy gauze tent, with only a bellyband belt tied on her back waist, most of her back was exposed, and the butterfly bones were slightly raised, like a small hill , the skin above glowed with a luster under the candlelight.

Shen Chenlan's throat rolled.

I have been busy with too many things recently, and it seems that I haven't fulfilled the things in the room for a long time.

I only heard Jiang Ning whispering inside: "Master, I can't get the balm on my back, so come and help me."

Shen Chenlan immediately put down her pen, walked over, and gently raised a corner of the gauze curtain.

Jiang Ning was still shy after all, under the eager gaze, he wished he could get under the quilt.

But at this time, holding back her shyness, she handed the balm to Shen Chenlan: "Mr.

Shen Chenlan's slender arms were supported on the bed, and she bent down, her voice was already hoarse: "Is it really just to apply the ointment?"

Jiang Ning's ears warmed up, and he said, "It's not just about applying balm, it's also fine."

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When she arrived at the bed, Shen Chenlan fetched hot water from the outside and wiped Jiang Ning's body. After she fell asleep, she returned to the table again.

Now his heart is full of impassioned, his spirits are uplifted, his thoughts are springing up, and his inspiration is endless.

He took the pen again, and with a wave of his hand, he finished the remaining three poems in one go.

The more he read these three poems, the more he was satisfied.

In the end, he packed up his things, returned to the bed, and fell asleep with his fragrant and soft little wife in his arms.

At noon on the second day, Shen Chenlan took out these poems again and prepared to sort them out before handing them over to Yan Liangting.

But when he opened the paper and read these poems again, he suddenly felt a rush of heat.

I didn't feel it at the beginning of last night, but now I calm down and take a look.

What is written here.

Xiaohuang poetry?
(End of this chapter)