After the two sisters contacted each other for a false thank-you, they dispersed and returned to their respective yards.

Xie Wenhui felt that she was tired now when facing Xie Yuanniang. Even if Xie Yuanniang married as a woman in her previous life, she had never been so tired when she stayed in Gu's house.

Thinking about how she pushed Xie Yuanniang to drown in her previous life, she thought that Xie Yuanniang had ruined many good things in this life, it would be a big deal.

Here in Qingshanyuan, Xie Yuanniang took a shower and looked at her private seal tilted on the bed. It was reported that it was a disciple of Lan Jin. It was like the wind blew and nothing was left behind. Therefore, people's jealousy was so terrible that they could be on the united front without any discussion.

Looking up, seeing the letter written by Brother Ming, Xie Yuanniang smiled. Brother Ming was the cutest. He obviously wanted to read the letter from Mr. Lan Jin, but he was embarrassed to say that he wanted to observe it. He didn't dare to say it himself, but wrote the letter.

In his previous life, Xie Yuanniang, let alone copying the pictures of paintings or the calligraphy of Mr. Lan Jin, even if she calls Mr. Lan Jin over, she would have an illusion that it was written by him.

What poems should I just write?

Xie Yuanniang stared at the wind-waxed flowers in her eyes, and a poem flashed through her mind. It came so suddenly and was surprising.

"Ling Mei, prepare the pen and ink."

After calling him someone, Xie Yuanniang remembered that she didn't like to let someone watch the night. Ling Mei and her friends had already gone to bed. Then she went down to the small hall outside, spread her pen and ink. Soon a poem appeared on the paper.

I suspect that the wintersweet flowers bloomed, and it was already known that the rice gravels were fragrant next year.

The writing is elegant and elegant, the structure is beautiful, and the bones are elegant. Unfortunately, compared with the words of the uncle, it still lacks soul.

This poem was seen by Xie Yuanniang in her uncle's study in her previous life. The word "will" in the soft style is magnificent, with a strong and broad style, a simple and lush friend, thin, hard and firm, and a strong bone strength. It can also reflect a person's character and can understand everything.

Xie Yuanniang's poem is written in the Yan style of Lan Jin. People describe Lan Jin's words as "floating like floating clouds, as sharp as a dragon", which shows how good the words are written.

Let the poem be placed on the table and fucked, Xie Yuanniang returned to the bed.

Maybe the reason why she wrote this poem, she had a dream at night and dreamed of her previous life.

In my dream, I returned to the day when Brother Zhan was three years old and was carried to the front yard by my uncle. She was not close to her when Brother Zhan was raised by her side, but after she was taken away, Brother Zhan cried and wanted to find her.

In the dream, Brother Zhan shook his servant away and ran back to the backyard to see her. He hid behind the door and didn't dare to come out. She sat under the hehuan tree in the yard in a daze. When she looked up, she saw Brother Zhan at the door. Brother Zhan was discovered and hid immediately. She didn't say anything, but soon, Brother Zhan secretly leaned his head. A three-year-old child missed his mother but didn't dare to come out, for fear that his mother would be angry and shout and scold her like before.

Xie Yuanniang didn't know what was wrong. She knew it was a dream, but she watched everything develop. Finally, when Brother Zhan, who was hiding at the corner gate, cried and never hid again when he was caught by Xie Yuanniang for the third time.

Xie Yuanniang watched herself slowly walk over in her dream, hugged Brother Zhan in her arms and coaxed her softly, and asked him if he missed his mother until Brother Zhan stopped crying and looked up at her mother in surprise.

I don’t know what Xie Yuanniang said, Brother Zhan in her arms was amused again, and then Xie Yuanniang couldn’t help but tilt her head and started to retching. Later, Brother Zhan was lost and the mansion was in trouble. The little uncle personally looked for someone and came to the backyard. Xie Yuanniang vomited his uncle all over.

He suddenly opened his eyes and Xie Yuanniang woke up from her dream.

She remembered that it was when she had just gotten pregnant with Brother Heng, and she was the time when she reacted the most in the first three months. If she hadn't dreamed of these things, she would have forgotten that such a thing had happened.

I was trance remembering that the young uncle was vomited and was not angry at that time. He hugged the frightened brother Zhan and silently comforted him in his arms. He also asked someone to invite the doctor, but he did not care about the dirty spit on his robe.

Xie Yuanniang's nose was slightly sour. She only cared about self-pity in her previous life and didn't care about the children. Even when she was gentle, she rarely felt gentle. No wonder she was scared to coax Brother Zhan with her gentle voice.

I understand too late, only endless regret, so I can’t continue the fate of mother and son in this life.

It is dark all around and the night is the quietest, so it always makes people feel more disappointed at this time.

This dream made Xie Yuanniang go to bed until dawn. She didn't dream again this time, and she was still screamed by Ling Mei when she woke up.

"Girl, the eldest girl has gone to Jing'anju, get up quickly, girl."

"I wrote a poem in the flower hall. You put it away and let Zuidong personally deliver it to the clan school today and hand it over to Brother Ming."

Ling Mei agreed, Zui Dong happened to hear it when he came in, and Ling Mei didn't have to tell her that she would leave the house today. She talked about the enamel hairpin yesterday, and Xie Yuanniang asked Zui Dong to find it last night.

Seeing the two girls busy, I thought Han Xue had been away for nearly a month and was about to come back.

There is a blue enamel hairpin in the middle of the fallen horse bun. There are twelve sets. Xie Yuanniang only picked one peach-shaped one, which slightly spreads to form a semi-organic arc, inserted in the middle of the bun, and inserted it close to the bottom, with a gold-inlaid sapphire swaying step, which is simple but not without nobleness, and is particularly agile.

A white long skirt covered with a light yellow double-breasted jacket embroidered with the same color forsythia lace, standing there gracefully, even more delicate than a flower.

Kong came out to send the two girls into the carriage. When he saw his little daughter's outfit, he was amazed. He withdrew his gaze lightly and told him to listen to his sister's words and not cause trouble. Then he watched the two leave.

Xie Wenhui wore a big red satin trouser, with a white brocade-faced wide-sleeved jacket and a stone-blue horse-faced skirt on the lower body. The colors were contrasting, which made people impossible to ignore.

Such a bold color scheme makes Xie Yuanniang's beauty and glory have been taken away.

The hair bun was just a single snail, and the hairpin given by Kong was inserted on it. It was simple and short. Xie Wenhui was originally a disc face. The two strands of hair on her face were combed off and combed. Today, her face was also as clear as a melon-shaped face.

With comparison, there are good or bad.

Xie Wenhui dressed up today, and she really pushed Xie Yuanniang to the end. Xie Yuanniang didn’t leave the house in her previous life, so naturally she didn’t know that the popular dresses outside in her previous life were extremely matched together, which was so eye-catching and eye-catching.

Xie Wenhui doesn't believe that she will dress like this today, and will not lead the new look of women in Jinling City's dressing style.
Chapter completed!