Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 37 is filled with jealousy

The warm sun of spring sprinkled softly on her body, adding to her beauty.

After writing a poem, she put down her brush and turned to look at the old lady. Her delicate eyes, with fine light flowing, seemed to be shining with each movement.

She stuck her tongue out and said wittyly: "Grandma, I have finished writing, but unfortunately I didn't write well. Please don't punish me."

Long Chi stared blankly, then his eyes narrowed slightly.

I never knew that this straw bag girl had such a good color!

"You girl, would you still be afraid of me being punished?" The old lady snorted, but her complexion softened, got up, walked to Lu Liangwei's desk in person, and picked up the paper in front of her.

He read softly: "Last year, today, in this door, the face of the peach blossomed red, and the face of the face did not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still laughed in the spring breeze.

After reading, the yard was quiet.

It took a moment for the old lady to come back to his senses, and stared at Lu Liang intently, "Girl, did you write this poem yourself?"

Lu Yunshuang clenched the veil in his hand, his eyes flashing a little complicated.

How is it possible that this straw-bag girl can't even memorize a poem, how can she compose a poem?

Aunt Zheng also thinks this way. Since childhood, this little **** has relied on the patronage of the country's father, and has become arrogant and self-willed. He hasn't read a few books, so how can he write poetry?

Compared to the mother and daughter's contempt for Lu Liangwei, Long Chi stared at Lu Liang thoughtfully.

I don’t know where to go, but Taohua still laughs at the spring breeze?

After thinking that he understood Lu Liangwei's meaning through the poem, Long Chi's eyes flashed a little contempt.

This woman had expressed her opinion before that she didn't want to be her own concubine, but in her heart, she clearly had not forgotten him, otherwise, how could she have made such a poem today?

Lu Yunshuang saw that the old lady was full of admiration, and she was about to pierce Lu Liangwei, but she had already spoken first.

"Grandma, you really value me so much. How can I write a poem? This poem is what I used to read in a book. I thought it was good, so I memorized it."

When Lu Yunshuang heard the words, the corners of his mouth tickled, thinking that this strawbag girl knows herself.

The old lady heard this, although she was a little disappointed, but then she thought about it, this granddaughter didn't like to read before, how could she have become so talented in the past?

Thinking about this, she was relieved again, stroked Lu Liangwei’s hair, and said lovingly: “It doesn’t matter if you can’t write poems. Grandma didn’t want you to be a teacher, but it’s always beneficial to read more books on weekdays. of."

"Wei Wei knows." Lu Liangwei responded, looking very well-behaved.

The old lady was even more happy when he saw it, and asked: "Grandma has also read a few books, but why have I never seen this poem you wrote before? Which book is it?"

Lu Liang blinked slightly, "I don't remember which book I saw it in, but if I see it next time, I will definitely send it to my grandmother."

"Good." The old lady nodded.

Lu Yunshuang passed the gloom in his eyes.

Obviously the poems she wrote were better than those copied by Lu Liangwei from unknown sources, but in the eyes of the old lady, Lu Liangwei was the only one.

This made her very uncomfortable.

Turning his head, he saw Long Chi staring at Lu Liangwei, a thoughtful look, his heart shook, and he was instantly filled with jealousy.

The old prince was like this, even the prince's eyes fell on Lu Liangwei.

Lu Yunshuang's gaze gave Gu Liang a sharp look.

This straw bag girl!

Soon it was noon, and the kitchen had prepared food and drinks, and everyone stayed in Fushoutang to eat.

(End of this chapter)