Deep Honey Love: The Emperor's Private Sweet Wife

Xu Junkai was very excited when he saw her expression, so he raised his hand and shook it in front of her.

He said, "Mo QingHan, can you show me these articles you published?"

Mo QingHan was counting the money. She nodded casually. Xu Junkai picked up the newspaper and read it with interest.

"Well written..." Xu Junkai was deeply moved!

"Well written! Unexpectedly, such a talented girl is beside me. I didn't find it. "

Mo QingHan was confused by the words "talented" and "girl"

"Mo QingHan, you are so powerful! I admire you so much! " Xu Junkai looked at Mo QingHan with admiration.

He said excitedly, "you are so powerful. Come to school on November 11 and help us run the school newspaper. Our school newspaper needs a competent writer. I think you can do it. "

School newspaper? Are you kidding?!

In the few days, she can't afford to waste. She has to go to auditions and make complaints about the advertisers. Now she is going to start writing romantic novels on the Internet. She can't always write short stories, which is too tired.

The brain cells consumed by writing ten short stories and writing a long story are absolutely different.

Ten short stories, ten stories. Every aspect should be wonderful, and even every detail should not be careless. It's not too much to weigh every word.

The long story is the same. Think of a story outline and set one wonderful link after another, one by one. In this way, the story is much less laborious than writing short stories, and the income is stable.

Besides, she has to study. She can't always fail in the exam "Ouch! Mo QingHan, are you in the newspaper? "

"What did you write? Let me see. " A fat man grabbed the newspaper and read aloud: "a wisp of tea smoke shows its fairy appearance, and half of the fragrant tea gives new words..."

"Show me!" Students gathered around and robbed newspapers.

"There's another strange poem. What kind of poem is this? A very powerful look -- "

"This is... Pagoda poem..." what he said was... Lu Yuxuan!

Lu Yuxuan is the super bully of their school.

Before ye Chen came, he was the object of many girls' secret love

After ye Chen came... Er

Lu Yuxuan took the newspaper and saw Mo QingHan's name written on it. He couldn't believe it. He picked his eyebrows and looked at Mo QingHan.

"Did you write this prose?" A girl who came down first in the exam. He didn't even look at her. Unexpectedly, he was also a talented girl?

Mo QingHan sat calmly and didn't care about his eyes.

To tell the truth, Mo QingHan's heart also feels funny... These people are idle and hurt. They treat her as a spectator animal!

Ye Chen's face fell on Lu Yuxuan's body. The boy was very white and scholarly. Wearing a white shirt and a pair of Phnom Penh glasses.

Although he was wearing glasses, he couldn't hide the flashing light in his eyes, and the ruddy corners of his lips were slightly skimming, slightly arrogant.

His facial features are quite good-looking. Whether it's eyebrows, nose, eyes and lips, which are separated are very exquisite, and they are also very good-looking when combined.

Coupled with the talent and temperament of poetry and wine, it can capture the hearts of young girls in bloom in an instant.

Seeing Lu Yuxuan coming, many young students also came together.

Lu Yuxuan took the newspaper from the fat man, politely pushed his glasses, sipped his thin lips and read:

Tea,

Fragrant leaves, tender buds.

Mu Shike, love monk.

Grind and carve white jade and weave red yarn.

Yao fried yellow pistil color, gently curved dust flower.

Invite me to accompany the moon after night and call me to the morning glow.

Wash all the ancient and modern people tirelessly. How can you boast when you are drunk.

This is "pagoda poetry", that is, starting from one word and increasing the number of words in turn.

Lu Yuxuan's family is scholarly. He seldom talks, doesn't make friends, and doesn't like to join the fun. It always feels... Unattainable.

When he looks at people, his eyes float in the air. There is always a kind of scholar's lofty

According to his words, "we have no common language with you, and there is nothing to say."

After reading the poem, he looked down again.

Below the poem is a little story about picking and enjoying tea in the tea garden. The writing is beautiful, touching and wonderful!

His eyes fell on the last two verses.

"These two little poems are well written and the story is wonderful! Mo QingHan, did you write this? " Lu Yuxuan's eyes were bright.

His eyes looking at Mo QingHan again were completely different from before.

Mo QingHan nodded and replied, "I wrote the next two small words. That pagoda poem is a poem written by master Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty. " She wrote Yuan Zhen on the paper.

One characteristic of Mo QingHan's prose is that he likes to quote poetry at the beginning, and then bring his own point of view.

Lu Yuxuan smiled brightly for the first time and praised: "a wisp of tea smoke shows its fairy appearance, and half of the fragrant tea gives new words. These two sentences you wrote are very artistic and complement each other with your short article. "

At this time, a proud girl with good temperament stood next to Lu Yuxuan, and said in a slightly sour tone: "Yo, are they all in the newspaper? Mo QingHan, didn't you write this? Not so much! " I mean, I don't know where I copied it.