After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 334
For a long while, Shen Qianzhao didn't come back to his senses, and followed Song Huai closely, until Song Huai finally felt this overly hot gaze.

He took out the three pieces of paper from it, spread them out and placed them in front of Shen Qianzhao, "Huh?"

After a long while, Shen Qianzhao began to look at it seriously. There are three different handwritings, each with its own style.

It is often said that words are like people, which actually makes sense.

The words of Xie Ming seem to have a wind and snow swaying style, the handwriting is clear, and the writing is like the wind.

Ying Jin's words seem to have gone through wind and frost, but they are still as strong as pine.

Song Huai
Shen Qianzhao bent his lips, stretched out his hand, and picked up the one farthest away from him on the side.

Under Song Huai's gaze, he read out softly, "The sky is bright and snowy, the color of spring is chaotic, the spring water is far away, two hearts know each other, it is difficult to understand lovesickness"

"I didn't expect Mr. Song to have such a good literary talent. He writes poems and is full of spring."

Shen Qianzhao's voice, with a light smile, fell on Song Huai's ear, like a ball of fluff, gently hooking Song Huai.

Seeing her put forward her two sentences so accurately, Song Huai's heart immediately calmed down, and there was still a hint of sweetness, and the corners of her mouth could not help but raise a slight curve.

"How does His Highness recognize it?"

Is it because of the handwriting?
But he had only written in front of her a few times in the past, and he didn't write much, and he probably couldn't remember anything.

Song Huai couldn't help being a little curious.

Shen Qianzhao smiled suddenly, "It's because I'm smart."

Of course she recognized Song Huai's handwriting.

In his previous life, shortly after he "gone", he went to Dongchang by himself to take away some of his leftovers. All the posters and other things he had written were kept by her, and she often took them secretly. Come out to copy.

She was keeping "him" by her side in this way.

The font is strong and strong, and the brushwork is exquisite, not to mention recognition, but now it is writing, and it can write a seven-point resemblance to Song Huai, and the remaining three points are missing his sharp, sharp and vivid sense.

No matter how similar the copy is, it still has more craftsmanship.

But obviously, she couldn't say this now.

After a while, seeing Song Huai's skeptical attitude, Shen Qianzhao leaned over and put his arms around Song Huai's arm, "It's actually very simple. Look at these poems. Although the artistic conception is the same, the meanings are quite different. same."

Shen Qianzhao picked up the sheet that said "Gu sees the snow and hears the joy of it, a beautiful man, but I hope to see you again", and said slowly, "In February and winter, how can there be a magpie, that is the magpie in his heart." With such a snowy scene, he probably hopes that in the coming year, so many people can still gather at a table, warm wine and make tea, and talk freely."

"If you can have such an artistic conception and heart, then thank you."

She said it on her lips, but in fact, she knew in her heart that in these two lines of poems, there were many meanings that Xie Ming had never said before. His heart was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and it was also precious.

He is so smart and poetic. In fact, no matter what happens in the future, he still hopes to see each other as a close friend.

His mind is magnanimous, and his heart is worth a thousand gold.

Even if Shen Qianzhao couldn't respond, he was grateful to be liked by an open-minded gentleman like Xie Ming.

Song Huai listened to the little girl beside him talking nonsense seriously, as if he didn't understand, but he didn't say anything, but asked in a low voice, "Azhao, what about mine?"

Shen Qianzhao blinked, looked at Song Huai, saw that he really wanted to know, and then slowly said, "Such a beautiful scenery, such a beautiful piano sound, you just stare at me, you are full of brains Spring, can't it be all messed up?"

"What's more, you are the only one who can write straightforward words such as mutual understanding and incomprehensible lovesickness."

Others don't have his tone, even if they are composing poems and are full of thoughts, they will try to hide it.

Naturally, I can't write such affectionate poems.

After listening to Shen Qianzhao's analysis, Song Huai hooked the corners of his lips, gently closed Shen Qianzhao's head with his generous and warm palms, and gently stroked his soft hair, "Ah Zhao is so smart .”

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's mouth curled up, "Then let me rest for a while, I was too tired yesterday, and I haven't had a good rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Huai cupped her head, and let her lie down slowly, with her head lightly resting on his lap, with five fingers spread out, gently combing her soft black hair Slowly slipping away from the cracks in his bony hands.

When the little girl closed her eyes to rest, she was extremely well-behaved, her fine and long eyelashes fluttering gently like the wings of a butterfly.

Song Huai's heart softened beyond recognition.

Shen Qianzhao bent her lips contentedly, and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the carriage, the wind and snow gradually became smaller, and the number of pedestrians gradually increased. The carriage drove all the way out of the city, and finally left the capital.

At this time, Prince Liang's Mansion.

A jug of warm wine is on the table,

Outside the pavilion, several people had a snowball fight, you hit me, I hit you, Shen Ruyi and Xie Lin's team had the upper hand.

On the other hand, Shen Ruchen and Gao Jingsong were hit on the face several times.

Originally, he had the mentality of playing for fun, and it was fine after playing, but now that he has been smashed several times, the energy of suffocating and not admitting defeat has become serious.

There was a lot of laughter. Although the people were different, they were no different from previous years.

Looking at the scene outside the pavilion, the two people sitting in the pavilion are dressed in white, but they are different, and their thoughts are not on the same level.

After a long while, Ying Jin spoke in a clear voice, "I didn't expect that you haven't made any progress for two years."

The corners of Xie Ming's mouth curled up, but his eyes never moved away from the four of them, "It's fine as it is now."

Xie Ming was so open-minded, Ying Jin couldn't help but clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, his fingertips turned white slightly.

He didn't care so much, but it seemed that he cared too much and became obsessed with obsession.

"Whether you're really open-minded or fake open-minded, if you don't fight, I'll be at ease." After speaking, Ying Jin's tightly clenched hands suddenly loosened.

Xie Ming smiled and said nothing, what Ying Jin meant was that now, he still wants to fight for a chance.

Even for her, there is already someone around her who she wants to treat sincerely.

Seeing that Xie Ming didn't speak, Ying Jin felt depressed for a moment, this feeling was just like before.

Everyone was making a fuss, only Xie Ming stood outside, watching everything like an outsider.

But in fact, he has always been in the game.

Ying Jin: "I still think you can say some words of persuasion."

"Why should I persuade you about your matter?"

As he said that, Xie Ming poured a glass of warm wine directly, and pressed his thin lips against the rim of the glass, swallowing slowly, the warm wine passed through his throat, bringing a slightly spicy feeling, and after returning to the sweetness, with a warm feeling meaning.

It is an excellent thing to keep out the cold.

The four of them played for a while, and they were considered tired, so they stopped.

Gao Jingsong thought of the song just now, and the painter who was superb, and asked curiously, "By the way, which family's lady was that just now, it's very interesting."

(End of this chapter)