Who cares about belated family affection? Family members beg for forgiveness

Lan Kexin was searching in her mind, which poem should she write?

In her previous life, she recited a lot of poems when she was in school.

I just use their poems to show off my knowledge.

Sorry!

She muttered to herself.

After searching, I felt that no poem was enough to wake them up.

Seeing Lan Kexin hesitant and unable to write anything.

The crowd on the side started to make a noise.

"Miss Lan, can you actually write? You're not just pretending, are you?"

"Well, don't hold your hopes too high. She's just a village girl."

"Yes, even if a village girl can get in touch with the master, what she can learn is limited."

"Miss Lan, don't mind me. Just writing two words is better than those of us Beijing kids."

"Miss Lan, we advise you not to write it, so as not to embarrass us women."

"I thought I was a talented woman just because I played the flute? Shame on you."

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Listening to the mocking and belittling voices of the crowd.

Lan Kexin didn't care at all, but the expressions of the seven people behind her became increasingly ugly and worse.

Linzhou retorted rudely.

"You have famous teachers in the capital, but you still didn't receive any reward from the emperor at the palace banquet. What's there to be proud of?"

"Hmph! What's so great about a flute? Do you really think anyone can't play it? If you have the guts, ask her to show us her skills again. We won't believe it. How much can a village girl really do?"

Everyone was shouting.

Lan Kexin's hand, which was about to start writing, suddenly stopped.

She glanced at Miss Hong who was standing on the stairs and looking at her.

That is General Mingde’s eldest daughter.

At this moment, she was looking at Lan Kexin with disdain.

"Oh! Miss Hong, what do you want to say now? Why not just say it directly? Why bother being so sarcastic?"

When someone called her name, Miss Hong went straight to Lan Kexin.

"Humph! I just can't stand seeing you showing off your talents here."

Lan Kexin raised her eyebrows and laughed sarcastically:

"I just came here to borrow some pens and paper from the shopkeeper. Is that what you call showing off? Is Miss Hong showing off her arrogance here?"

Miss Hong was very angry.

"If you have no ink in your belly but a pen in your hand, what else is that but showing off your talent?"

"Oh, so you mean, if I'm not a great scholar of literature, I'm not even qualified to hold a pen?"

Miss Hong said angrily, "Don't try to mislead others here. I'm only speaking to you, otherwise you wouldn't have been so slow to write."

"Could it be that Miss Hong's ideas flow so quickly that she can write without even thinking?"

When everyone heard this, they all laughed.

Who doesn’t need to think about what to write?

No need to think!

Even the great scholars would think carefully before writing.

Miss Lan is really brave enough to say that.

Miss Hong was so angry that her face turned red and she didn't know what to say.

Lan Kexin's mood is much better.

"Since Miss Hong is so unconvinced, why don't you show us your skills and let everyone see Miss Hong's talent."

Lan Kexin just said that, but she didn't expect Miss Hong to agree immediately, and even with a provocative look.

"Okay, I'll write it, but I want to make a bet with you. If you lose today, you'd better avoid me next time you see me."

Lan Kexin frowned. What grudge did she have with this Miss Hong? Was there any need for her to target her like this?

Seeing Lan Kexin frowned, he didn't dare to answer.

Miss Hong became more confident.

He shouted even more arrogantly: "Miss Lan, are you scared?"

Linzhou couldn't bear to see Lan Kexin being bullied.

He angrily retorted, "Ms. Hong, just because you've been back in Beijing for a few more years, you think you're better than others.

If you really have that kind of ability, you don't need to be shouting here. How could the world not know about your talent?"

"Mr. Lin, you are already unlearned and unskillful. If you follow her, you will only become even less capable. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

What else does Linzhou want to say?

Lan Kexin glanced at Miss Hong.

"Hasn't Miss Hong heard of 'Don't bully the poor young'? Just because they don't have it now doesn't mean they won't have it in the future."

Miss Hong looked down on me:

"They only know how to fight cocks and walk dogs all day long. I don't believe you can teach them anything. I'm afraid they will become even more stupid by then."

This sentence caused the seven people to glare at Miss Hong angrily.

Wu Jian yelled, "Don't underestimate us. We are not fools. How can we not learn anything?"

"Yes, we are not stupid. How could we not learn anything? We just didn't want to learn before."

"That's right. As long as we are willing to work hard, we will be no worse than others."

……

Listening to the seven people behind me talking to each other.

Lan Kexin inexplicably felt that Miss Hong seemed a little cute.

She seemed to enjoy her arrogance.

Talk, the more you talk, the happier she will be.

It would be best if I could piss off the people behind me, and from then on I made up my mind to study hard.

What Lan Kexin didn’t know was that the phrase “Don’t bully the poor young man” was deeply engraved in everyone’s heart.

Everyone ignored Miss Hong and continued to shout.

"Miss Lan, please write down the words 'Don't despise the poor young man' so I can take them home and ponder them."

"Yes, write it down and let us see it."

Lan Kexin curled her lips speechlessly.

"Can't you read?"

Wu Jian interjected, "Of course we can read, but since this sentence came from you, of course it was written down by you. That's what makes it most meaningful."

The shopkeeper chuckled and said, "Miss Lan, just write it out and let me post it in front of the teahouse door for everyone to see. Don't be so arrogant in the future, especially to the younger generation."

Linzhou and Miao Lei suddenly had a sinister look in their eyes.

He raised his hand and nudged Yang Shuo, whispering something in his ear.

Yang Shuo glanced at Lin Zhou and said, "You really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

He whispered something into his servant's ear again.

The servant ran away quickly in less than a moment.

A young man who looked like a scholar walked down from upstairs.

Standing on the stairs, he shouted, "Miss Lan, I'll give you ten taels of silver. Write down that sentence and I'll buy it."

Another scholar shouted, "Miss Lan, don't write to him. I'll give you 20 taels of silver."

Lan Kexin's eyes lit up: 20 taels of silver.

It’s just five words. Are they so rich?

"Okay, I'll write it now."

"Well, if you write one more, I'll give you 20 taels of silver."

Lan Kexin no longer hesitated and wrote quickly: Don’t look down on the young man because he is poor.

The people around looked at the wild and unrestrained handwriting written by Lan Kexin.

Their eyes lit up; it was a font they had never seen before.

Where did this Miss Lan learn this?

Seeing this, the two scholars quickly quickened their pace and came in front of Lan Kexin.

He quickly handed over the silver, fearing that the two calligraphy works would be snatched away.

The shopkeeper snapped his fingers and said, "Miss Lan, give me 30 taels of silver and write a picture for me right now."

As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, someone started shouting.

"Fifty taels, fifty taels of silver, and write me a picture."

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