I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

Chapter 212

Why is sister Jiang Xin sweating so much? Is it too hot?

Looking at Jiang Lin, the girl asked with blinking eyes, like stars in the sky.

Well...it seems...it seems to be a little hot, but it's okay.

Jiang Lin straightened his expression and said seriously.

Also don't worry, Miss, even if the flower picker Jiang Lin comes! I will protect Miss! I won't let her get close to Miss! He can't even touch a hair of Miss!

Jiang Lin continued to speak righteously: Otherwise I will break his third leg!

The third leg? The girl frowned slightly, thinking seriously, Is that Jiang Lin named the Flower Picker a monster? But what kind of monster only has three legs?

Miss did not say that she was a slave

real

This girl is like a blank sheet of paper.

I felt that if I was defiled by her, the guilt would be overwhelming.

Miss, let's read the poems, the slaves are still looking forward to it.

OK, all right.

Mo Li quietly glanced at Sister Jiang Xin who was beside her, and with just one quiet movement, the spiritual power of the necklace on her fair and slender neck began to flow quietly.

Open the first envelope, and on it is the work of a poet monk:

Originally, the green lantern does not return guests, but the dust is left behind due to the turbid wine. The tender grass is there every year, and when will it be green for the king's life.

After reading it, Jiang Lin scratched his head, and a kind of numbing energy spread.

This is so simple, it's just Chi Guoguo's confession

How does Sister Jiang Xin feel?

Turning his head, Mo Li asked Jiang Lin, but he didn't blush, but there was a bit of embarrassment in his eyes.

But it's normal to think about it.

Poetry is good, but Rao is a stranger living for the king to you.

No matter how you think about it, it feels a little wrong.

After thinking about it, Jiang Lin made a brief comment, but as a layman, he felt that although his writing was gross, it was really good. At least he would not be able to compose a poem for such a vulgar person as himself:

Well, the writing is good and the rhetoric is exquisite, but it always feels a little frivolous and not pure enough for love

What is pure love?

Pure love is simply liking someone, only love, nothing else.

Really? Mo Li lowered his eyes lightly, without saying a word.

Jiang Lin scratched his head, feeling as if he said something that shouldn't be said.

Indeed, for this girl, is there anyone who simply likes her instead of her status as the son-in-law of the Kongling Sect?

Miss, let's go to the next one.

[Until lovesickness is useless, it may be frivolous to be melancholy. In the past, counting words and sons and daughters, who do you want to survive the eight wastes now? 】

This one is seven words, it is really catchy to read, it is actually quite good, although it is a bit nasty, but it is also more tactful.

Well, this is the evaluation Jiang Lin, an old vulgar person, can think of.

The girl didn't even ask Jiang Lin what he thought of this poem.

It's just that the girl smiled slightly, without saying a word, folded the envelope with the verses on it and gently put it back into the envelope, which is a respect for others.

Seeing the back, there was a very strange poem.

It's called Ode to the Lotus!

【oh! Lotus! You are so beautiful!

oh! Lotus! You are so charming!

Summer lotus, winter lotus!

Oh~~~~Lotus]

Don't even think about it, this poem was definitely written by Wu Ke!

And when he saw the next poem, Jiang Lin was even more confused, his brows twitched slightly.

[The emptiness of fate is love, and the depth of orthopedics is true love.

The two loves last for a long time, they will not give up even if their legs are broken]

What the hell!

The precipice was written by the sister-in-law who copied the skirt!

Is this really poetry?

this

Not to mention, the poem written by Fang Chaoqun seems to be okay

Looking at this poem, which is not considered a poem, Mo Li carefully considered: Sister Jiang Xin, what allusions are used in this poem? What is 'The Space of Fate'? What does 'Orthopedics' mean? And why are you talking about it? How about 'Broken Leg'?

Well. Jiang Lin organized his words, Actually, this is an allusion to a silver-haired couple, but it's not important, let's go to the next one, next one

Jiang Lin hastened to expose it, otherwise, what should I say? Do we have to start with German orthopedics?

In about two sticks of incense (forty minutes), Jiang Lin and the girl finished reading all the poems.

Indeed, these poet monks wrote quite well, and some poems even described the beauty of girls and expressed their pursuit of emotions to girls.

To be honest, if you are a junior high school literature girl, if you receive this kind of love letter, let's not talk about what the other person looks like, and the favorability will soar a few blocks first.

But this girl, who looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, doesn't seem to be fascinated by these verses at all, and even has a feeling that she only reads seriously without wasting the other party's time.

But the girl read it very seriously, and added comments, and by the way, she tactfully expressed her refusal

In addition to poems, there are also songs recorded by crystals, including Qin, Xiao and flute.

Really, as expected of a monk from the Le family, even a layman like Jiang Lin was fascinated by what he heard.

As for chess, it is the recorded chess record, the two sides played against each other, each showing their skills.

The painting is the impromptu work of the painter and monk, and most people paint the Miss Moli in their hearts.

To put it bluntly, it is crazy brain supplement

don't say...

Although they don't look alike, they all draw pretty well.

Sure enough, the otaku's brain power is top-notch.

For an entire hour, after the girl evaluated all the works, she responded briefly, and all of them expressed a tactful rejection.

Looking at the girl's beautiful handwriting, the embroidered lowercase letters are pleasing to the eye. Although Jiang Lin is a layman, he can tell that he is much better than those calligrapher monks.

Aren't you satisfied?

Looking at Feili's flying sword, Jiang Lin asked.

The girl smiled and shook her head. Not many words.

Jiang Lin didn't ask any further. After all, this was someone else's business, and he was going to run away tonight.

But looking into the girl's eyes, she seemed to be a little bit lost. I don't know if it was because she didn't have a favorite person, or because she didn't have a favorite poem.

Maybe the latter is more

Seeing that every picture in the girl's room must mention a line of poetry, Jiang Lin felt that maybe it was the latter, because she really liked poetry.

Actually, this servant got a poem by a monk who is a poet, if Miss doesn't dislike it.

Really? Sister, please write

Before Jiang Lin finished speaking, the girl said with shining eyes, those shining eyes seemed to be able to speak.

It was not easy to refuse, Jiang Lin took the paper and ink handed over by the girl, and wrote down slowly, every time she wrote a word, the girl opened her lips and teeth, and read out softly

When I finished reading, the tears couldn't stop dripping down...

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[The verses in this chapter are all provided by friends of Xianyu. A bag of Weilong and a poem emmm think about it, is it too expensive? 】