Chapter 37 Filled with Jealousy

The warm spring sun gently sprinkled on her body, adding to her beauty.

After finishing a poem, she put down her brush and turned her head to look at the old matriarch. There was a tiny gleam in her clear eyes, and every frown and movement seemed to be shimmering.

She stuck out her tongue and said playfully, "Grandmother, I finished writing it, but unfortunately I didn't write it well. Don't punish me."

Long Chi stared blankly, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

Never knew that this idiot girl had such a good looks!

"You girl, are you still afraid of my punishment?" The old lady spat, but her face softened, she got up, walked to Lu Liangwei's desk in person, and picked up the paper in front of her.

Read it softly: "Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people are red, and I don't know where the faces are going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze."

After reading, there was silence in the yard.

It took a long time for the old lady to come back to her senses, staring at Lu Liangwei intently, "Girl, did you write this poem yourself?"

Lu Yunshuang clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and a few complexities flashed in her eyes.

How is it possible, this idiot girl can't even memorize a poem, how can she compose poems?

Aunt Zheng also thinks the same way. Since she was a child, this little slut has grown up, relying on the favor of the Duke, and is used to being arrogant and self-willed. She has never read a few books, so how can she compose poetry?

Compared to the mother and daughter's contempt for Lu Liangwei, Long Chi stared at Lu Liangwei thoughtfully for a few times.

The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze?

Thinking he understood what Lu Liangwei conveyed through the poem, Long Chi's eyes flashed with contempt.

This woman had stated before that she didn't want to be her concubine, but in her heart, she clearly hadn't forgotten him, otherwise, how could she write such a poem today?

Lu Yunshuang saw that the old matriarch's eyes were full of admiration, and just as she was about to expose Lu Liangwei, she had already spoken first.

"Grandmother, you really think highly of me. How can I write poetry? I read this poem in a book before, and thought it was good, so I memorized it."

When Lu Yunshuang heard this, the corners of her mouth twitched, which meant that this idiot knew herself.

The old lady was a little disappointed when she heard the words, but after thinking about it, this granddaughter didn't like reading before, so how could she become so talented in a short period of time?

Thinking of this, she felt relieved again, stroked Lu Liangwei's hair, and said lovingly: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to write poetry. Grandma didn't ask you to be a teacher, but it is always beneficial to read a little more on weekdays." of."

"Wei Wei understands." Lu Liang responded slightly, looking very cute.

When the old lady saw it, she felt even more joyful, and asked, "Grandmother has also read a few books, but why have I never read this poem you wrote before? Which book is it?"

Lu Liang blinked slightly, "I don't remember which book I saw it in, but if I read it next time, I will definitely send it to my grandmother."

"Okay." The old lady nodded.

Gloom flashed across Lu Yunshuang's eyes.

Obviously her poems are better than those that Lu Liangwei copied from somewhere, but in the eyes of the old lady, Lu Liangwei is the only one.

This made her very uncomfortable.

Turning his head, he saw Long Chi staring at Lu Liangwei thoughtfully, his heart skipped a beat, and he was instantly filled with jealousy.

The old matriarch was like this, even the prince's eyes fell on Lu Liangwei.

Lu Yunshuang gave Gu Liang a fierce look in his eyes.

This idiot girl!

Soon it was noon, the kitchen had already prepared the food and wine, and everyone stayed in Fu Shou Tang to eat.