My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Chunman Cottage is not another residence of Mr. Si.

It is a family property purchased privately by Princess Changying!

She often comes here to stay for a while.

There is not a single servant here!

There are only fields and land here, as well as rabbits, mushrooms, bamboo shoots, etc. in the mountains behind.

All the fields within a radius of ten miles here belong to her!

Those farmers who work in the fields are her tenants!

But no farmer knew that she was the famous Princess Changying——

How could a princess from a royal palace live in such a rural place?

How could a princess from a royal palace wear a linen dress and walk lazily barefoot on a muddy country road?

Therefore, Princess Changying, who was feared by the barbarians outside the Great Wall, was just a... very good boss in the eyes of those farmers!

Because of her laziness, they affectionately called her...Lazy Girl!

Dongfang Changying didn't take it seriously and felt that she was quite lazy. The name of this lazy girl was indeed worthy of her name.

She loves it!

This is the other side of the girl's killing nature.

No one knew about it except her former personal maid Qing'er and her husband, Mr. Si.

Even the prince and princess are no exception!

Few people come into this small building.

Then, the man in white standing in the pavilion, preparing to write, must be Bai Shaoqiu who was invited!

My own husband!

This feeling is very strange.

Dongfang Changying stood in the courtyard, waiting for Bai Shaoqiu to start writing.

She didn't know that there was a line of words from Mr. Si on the paper. She just hoped that Bai Shaoqiu could write something.

Even a poem that doesn’t quite rhyme is good!

This at least proves that he is not the kind of person who can't read or write.

If he could write a poem with great artistic conception... that's a bit of a luxury, but what if he really did write it?

That's the surprise!

Then what you said is right!

There is only a reasonable explanation for why the Ninth Princess ordered the manager Qian of Jubao Bank to set up that gambling game.

She listened to her husband's advice and wanted to re-examine her husband who was known as a waste!

The reason I invited him here was that I hoped you would study his knowledge.

He has now picked up his pen...

The girl was looking forward to it very much!

I was actually a little nervous.

She stared at the person in the pavilion and unconsciously held her breath.

however……

However, Bai Shaoqiu put down his pen under Princess Changying's expectant gaze!

And sighed slightly!

Dongfang Changying also sighed slightly in his heart.

The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and she thought that he still hadn't written anything after all.

This is really a pity, but what can we do?

I'll have to wait until the gentleman comes and ask him.

Thinking of this, she walked towards the pavilion barefoot, carrying the bamboo fruit basket and wearing the loose moon-white linen dress.

Bai Shaoqiu turned his head, his eyes suddenly lit up——

That's a simple girl!

She didn't have any accessories on her body, but she gave people the feeling of being as noble as the pear blossoms!

As she walked forward, her linen dress and the red silk she tied her hair with fluttered.

Asymptotically,

Gradually becoming clearer,

Bai Shaoqiu was stunned by that face without makeup!

He blurted out:

"It is like a light cloud covering the moon, and it flutters like snowflakes carried by a returning wind."

Dongfang Changying was suddenly startled. Her eyes fell on Bai Shaoqiu's face. She silently repeated these words in her heart, and her originally lazy eyes lit up again!

Her face turned slightly red. This husband was not bad looking, but the key point was that this sentence surprised her!

'It is like a light cloud covering the moon, and it flutters like snowflakes carried by the wind...'

Is it that beautiful?

He is not blind!

Of course I am beautiful!

With these words, she believed that Bai Shaoqiu was definitely not the loser she thought he was!

"Sir, you are so kind!"

"No!"

Bai Shaoqiu waved his hand: "The girl's beauty is as natural as if it were born by nature. It's not my fault, it comes from my heart!"

Dongfang Changying lowered her head and climbed the stairs. She arrived at the pavilion and placed the fruit basket on the stone table. She pondered for three breaths, then looked up at Bai Shaoqiu again and asked:

"Just now, I saw that you wanted to write something, so I stopped, worried that I might disturb you, but you put down your pen..."

Her eyes fell on the paper, and the handwriting on the paper was Mr.

It is normal that he cannot put pen to paper given the example of the master.

Bai Shaoqiu smiled slightly: "This calligraphy is so beautiful. I wanted to respond to your words, but in the end I felt that writing my own words below this calligraphy would be disrespectful to it."

When Dongfang Changying heard this, he thought that he actually had something in mind and was just worried that his calligraphy would desecrate the master's calligraphy?

Yes, Mr. Xu is known as the Saint of Calligraphy, and his calligraphy is unmatched in Xingguo.

His handwriting... Since he is talented, his handwriting should not be bad, but it cannot be compared with yours.

She looked at Bai Shaoqiu again, a cunning light flashing in her eyes:

"So what would you like to write?"

"How about... I write for you?"

Bai Shaoqiu extended his hand and stood at the other end of the stone table:

"Girl please!"

Dongfang Changying pondered for three breaths before walking over, sitting down, picking up his brush, dipping it in ink, and looking up:

"Sir, please tell me!"

"Just write below, 'When the light rain falls at dawn, the whole house is wet and fragrant for ten miles!'"

A beautiful handwriting fell on the paper.

Bai Shaoqiu was certain that this girl was the student or granddaughter of Mr. Si.

He was amazed at the girl's handwriting!

This word is very distinctive!

It's slightly less delicate than the handwriting of the girl named Xianxian, but it's a bit more robust than Xianxian's!

In other words, this girl's handwriting is more elegant!

If Xianxian's handwriting is like peach blossoms, this girl's handwriting is like pine and bamboo!

Dongfang Changying was still holding the pen at this moment, but his eyes were always on this line of words!

There was no trace of laziness in her eyes anymore!

There was surprise in her eyes at first, and then joy in a moment!

"Last night the spring breeze came, and the pear blossoms on the tree were covered with three feet of snow.

At dawn, the drizzle has gone, and the whole house is wet with fragrance for ten miles!"

She recited it softly three times!

He turned his head to look at Bai Shaoqiu and stood up, "Sir, please take a seat!"

Pour tea.

She handed the teacup over with both hands: "Sir, please have some tea!"

"Sir...what's your surname?"

Bai Shaoqiu sat in front of the stone table, holding a teacup in his hand, and said with a smile: "I am Bai Shaoqiu!"

Dongfang Changying's heart trembled!

Sure enough it was him!

He is indeed very talented!

He really hid his talent for more than ten years!

Dongfang Changying was extremely nervous!

This nervousness is not fear, but...

Three points of excitement,

Three points of anxiety,

Still four points to be thankful for!

It showed in her eyes and expression that she was surprised!

Bai Shaoqiu was used to this kind of expression and said:

"That's right, I'm the loser that everyone in Xiling City is talking about."

"No!"

Dongfang Changying waved his hand quickly and said, "Young Master is very talented... Mr. was just here..."

She was a little flustered, put down her pen and took a sip of tea, "The gentleman will come over to discuss the paper with you later."

"This tea...what do you think?"

Bai Shaoqiu hasn't drunk it yet.

She obviously realized it, and became more embarrassed, and her face, as white as a pear blossom, turned slightly red again.

The voice also became softer.

Just like the late spring breeze blowing through the pear grove, bringing the faint fragrance of pear blossoms:

"Sir, could you please write me a poem about these pear blossoms?"

"This……"

The girl's request was a bit sudden.

Dongfang Changying felt a little regretful after making this request.

How can it be so easy to write poetry?

He had just walked into the Pear Garden Pavilion and hadn't even had a sip of tea. How could he write a poem about pear blossoms in such a short time?

Just when she was about to give up politely, she saw Bai Shaoqiu standing up with a teacup in hand.

"Then I will show my shame!"

Under Dongfang Changying's incredulous gaze, Bai Shaoqiu walked to the pavilion and looked at the pear tree in the yard that was full of pear blossoms.