This system is actually worse than me!

The third floor above the Accord of Feng Ya Ge is the boudoir of the top flower girl. As for the boudoir of Miss Xuan Ji, it must be the best one.

Yu Xuanji walked in the front, constantly muttering: "The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water."

She now feels like listening to a book in a teahouse, and what she is listening to is exciting, but Lin Yu, a storyteller, gave a gavel and said: If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down.

When she reached the main entrance of Yu Xuanji's boudoir, she looked back at Lin Yu: "This poem is very artistic!"

Indeed, sometimes, the power of poetry lies in this, it is a touch deep in the soul, and it is also a shock above the soul. Still tingling.

Yu Xuanji recited the half of "Jianjia" again, perhaps she understood the meaning of the poem, her face flushed with excitement, she looked even more gentle and moving.

"A good work, a good work." Walking into the door of the boudoir, after finishing it, he picked up a pen and wrote half of Lin Yu's "Jian Jia" on the paper.

"Sit down!" Miss Xuan Ji took the pen and ink in her hand, read it over and over again, and finally asked meaningfully: "You just said that there is a follow-up, can you write it down?"

"I would like to do it for Miss Xuanji." Lin Yu originally wanted to talk about his love words for picking up girls, but for a woman who likes classical poetry, this set is obviously extremely vulgar.

Fortunately, Lin Yu's handwriting is not inferior to Yu Xuanji's. He copied "Jianjia" that Little Sweetheart had in front of him, and then handed it to Yu Xuanji.

"Miss Xuanji rolled up the bead curtain, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, and her tears were stained. I don't know if she hates others or herself." Lin Yu translated the song "Resentment" again.

Lin Yu looked at the song "Red Bean" displayed on the system panel, then walked to the side of the celadon vase, and it was time for him to recite poems again. I don't know if Yu Xuanji will get wet this time.

Lin Yu knew that when a woman was most intoxicated, he wanted to win it in one fell swoop. He entered the word "red bean" on the system panel, and then clicked search.

"Ahem." Lin Yu still reminded.

"Jianjiaqiqi, Bailu is not yet Xi. The so-called Iraqi people are in the water. Follow them when you go back and forth, and the road blocks and climbs. When you travel back and forth, it's like being in the water."

But still the same sentence, don't act too hastily, insert slowly, the plot develops, and then, the climax.

Some women like material things, some like fame, but like Yu Xuanji, they only like wetness, no, it's wrong, it's poetry.

Then, Yu Xuanji continued to read: "The reeds are harvested, but the white dew has not yet come. The so-called Yiren are in the water. Follow it back, and the road is blocked and right. Follow it back, like in the water."

Once, twice, three times.
"The reeds by the river are green, and the dew brought by autumn has turned into hoarfrost." Yu Xuanji translated in a maddened way, until half an hour later, she finally put down the calligraphy in her hand.

Lin Yu thought, unable to extricate himself?I didn't go in again.

Little Sweetheart didn't want to be a light bulb at this moment, so she disappeared naturally.

"I haven't named it yet. I improvised it after watching Miss Xuan Ji's dance. If Miss Xuan Ji doesn't dislike it, I can give it a name."

Sometimes, a woman who likes to split sentiment may be better captured than a materialistic gold digger. A couple of love words and poems have already touched their hearts.

Then, Yu Xuanji walked to the bead curtain, rolled up the bead curtain, and the corners of her eyes were wet. Lin Yu judged that her poem should have made her wet.

Then, she realized that she had ignored Lin Yu just now, so she hurriedly said apologetically, "I can't extricate myself from being immersed in the artistic conception of poetry."

"It doesn't matter. A person who can write such good poems is definitely not a person who is obsessed with the world of mortals." Yu Xuanji's meaning is very clear. You, Lin Yu, can write so many good poems. Will stare lewdly at my body.

Unexpectedly, that Yu Xuanji's tears suddenly deepened, and she walked in front of Lin Yu, pounded his chest with a small fist, and said with moist eyes: "I hate you, why did you show up."

"Make the best use of everything! Go, go, go, don't bother me."

[The famous poet Wang Wei wrote a poem on red beans]

To deal with different girls, Lin Yu has different tricks. For the one in front of him, he must attack his sentiment first, and not "too hasty".

Women are moved by your talent, usually at this time, it is time for you to express. In ancient times, most of these were women in brothels and scholars who came to Beijing to rush for exams to privately decide for life.

[Red bean: a Chinese herbal medicine, also known as acacia, a plant that grows in the south of the Yangtze River, and was later widely compared by poets to the thing of lovesickness]

"Since the whole poem begins with Jian Jia, why not call it "Jian Jia"!"

This is the so-called wet hands.

"By the way, how do you pronounce this word?" Yu Xuanji was already obsessed with this poem.

[Little master, shameless, this was given to Li Guinian by the poet Wang Wei. It's better for you to use it to pick up girls. 】

"Does this poem have a name?"

Yu Xuanji excitedly took the calligraphy from Lin Yu's hand, then strolled around in the boudoir and began to read.

"Okay, Miss Xuanji really has outstanding literary talents." Lin Yu thought, if you like it, let alone call it "Jianjia"!You can call it whatever you want.

After Yu Xuanji finished writing "Red Bean", she held it and started to read it over and over again. It took another half an hour at the beginning. It is not difficult to see that this woman really loves poetry deeply.

Yu Xuanji's boudoir is quite elegantly furnished, apart from various ancient books on the ancient shelf, the most conspicuous thing is the red bean branch in the celadon vase.

"The beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits deeply and frowns."

At the moment, this song "Resentment" is born in response to the situation.

"Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring."

"Xuan Ji, this poem is just for you."

Yu Xuanji was so moist from Lin Yu's good poems one after another. When she was writing, she might think that her robe was too wide for her to write quickly, so she took off her robe and exposed her shoulders .

"But seeing the wet tears, I don't know who I hate." Although Lin Yu doesn't know how to write poems and lyrics, he has been in the first year of high school, so he has memorized poems to some extent.

The two of them read and recited poems aloud, and the other wrote poems, and it was nearly midnight to break their sentiments.

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

But she was wrong, Lin Yu is not an extraordinary person, he is a complete master of picking up girls, but at this moment, it is to better capture the hearts of beauties.

"chidi."

Lin Yu walked to the desk, wrote the song "Resentment", and then said affectionately to Yu Xuanji, "Xuan Ji, I'll give it to you."

At the time of parting, Yu Xuanji gave Lin Yu a jade token.

"This is?"

"My Accord order, with it, you no longer have to wait like those ordinary people, you can hold it and come directly to my boudoir to find me through the flower gate."

"That's not good!" Lin Yu happily pocketed the Accord Order, without changing his face.

Lin Yu didn't touch Yu Xuanji that night. He knew the truth of playing hard to get. For women, after all, it's all about: the future will last forever!