"Outside the thatched house, build a half-human-high fence, and keep a dog in the yard to protect the owner loyally."

"Work at sunrise and rest at sunset."

"Appreciate flowers in spring, cultivate in summer, harvest in autumn, and store in winter..."

"I picked chrysanthemums at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, fished by the pond, he watered the water, I weaved, and played a game of chess in my free time."

"On a windy and snowy night, warm a pot of wine, cut two pounds of venison and roast it on the fire, compose two poems, and enjoy a drink..."

"Children, this is the life that my husband and I long for."

"It has always been weighing on our hearts, but we couldn't carry it out because of worldly matters."

"Tonight, Miss Yang's poem is in the eye of the beholder. I can't decide whether Miss Yang or Miss Han will win."

"But, as far as I am concerned, Miss Yang's poem, especially the last two sentences, really evoked the impulse buried deep in my heart."

"I've never been an impulsive person, but tonight, I cried."

"Not sad, but moved and yearning..."

"Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night!"

"There is waiting and there is someone to return to. Who in this life will leave a light for you to wait for without any regrets?"

"Who else is willing to rush back regardless of the wind and snow, with all their heart and soul?"

"Beloved!"

After saying this last sentence, Mrs. Lin turned sideways as tears rolled down her face again.

And the elegant room was silent once again.

When Yang Ruoqing saw someone who could almost understand, the expression on Yang Ruoqing's face changed.

Meditation, longing, expectation, emotion...

The atmosphere of the entire elegant room suddenly changed. Everyone seemed to be thinking about life, and even the air became darker.

Even Han Ruyi was no longer arrogant. She stood there with the expression on her face changing...

Here, Yang Ruoqing blinked and thought, does Lao Liu's poem really have such great magic power?

Or are Mrs. Lin's words too exaggerating?

Huh……

Men of letters really have delicate feelings and think a lot.

If you read this poem with your fourth aunt Liu, I will definitely spit on your face.

Returning on a snowy night?

Oh my gosh, is it almost the Chinese New Year? Creditors are coming to collect debts? Otherwise, why would dogs bark?

Hahaha……

Therefore, for the same poems, benevolent people have different opinions and wise people have different opinions!

"In this round, who wins and who loses?" Han Ruyi's maid Qi'er couldn't help it and boldly interrupted.

Everyone in the elegant room looked at Yan'er's anxious face.

At this point, who wins and who loses, do you still need to ask?

"I think our lady's writing is the best. It's both plum blossoms and heaven and earth. It's so majestic!"

Mei'er was bold again and used an idiom she had learned.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Your young lady has won, so I voluntarily admit defeat. That's the end of the fight. You guys are playing, don't get involved with me anymore, I'm here to watch the fun."

Then, she sat back and continued eating melon seeds and drinking tea.

After Yang Ruoqing sat down, she found Mu Zichuan looking at her blankly.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What? Do you admire me too?" she asked with a smile.

Mu Zichuan shook his head slightly, with many complicated things surging in his eyes.

"If you don't admire me, then why do you look at me like this?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Muzichuan opened his mouth, and the maid's excited voice of congratulations came from over there.

"Miss, did you hear this? Yang Ruoqing has given up. You have won. You are the best at writing poems!" Zhu Er said loudly.

On the side, the few ladies who had a good relationship with Han Ruyi also quickly agreed with Qi'er and praised Han Ruyi.

"Shut up!"

Han Ruyi cut off Qian'er's words with some annoyance, and then glared at the young ladies.

Did you win?

Haha...Why do my cheeks feel so hot?

"Wait a moment!"

Over there, Mrs. Lin, who was still immersed in the artistic conception of Yang Ruoqing's poem, suddenly came back to her senses.

"Yang Ruoqing? Who is Yang Ruoqing?"

Mrs. Lin stood up and glanced around.

Zhuier raised her finger and pointed at Yang Ruoqing, "She..."

Mrs. Lin turned her gaze to Yang Ruoqing here. Then, her eyes suddenly lit up and she hurried over here.

"Miss Yang? Are you really called Yang Ruoqing?" Mrs. Lin rushed to Yang Ruoqing and asked urgently before she could stand still.

Yang Ruoqing is so innocent. Why is it so difficult to eat melon seeds in peace and quiet?

She put down the melon seeds in her hand, stood up and said, "Yes, my name is Yang Ruoqing. Do you have any other instructions, madam?"

"Then where are you from, Yang Ruoqing?" Mrs. Lin asked again.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment. Are you asking for her home address?

Beside him, Mu Zichuan also stood up, "Madam, Qing'er is my fellow countryman."

"We grew up together. We are from Changhuai Prefecture, Qing'an County, Wanghai County, Qingshui Town, and Changping Village."

Mrs. Lin became completely excited when she heard that Mu Zichuan announced her family status.

Not caring about your lady's manners, let alone Yang Ruoqing's hand because she had grabbed the pastries and melon seeds and hadn't washed them yet, Mrs. Lin grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Because she was too excited, too excited, and too hard, Yang Ruoqing felt a little pain in her hand bones.

"Mrs. Lin, what are you..."

"Miss Yang, hahaha, I finally met this person. Today is such a good day! I am really, really happy..."

The elegant and dignified Mrs. Lin was actually a little incoherent at this moment.

Beside, other ladies also gathered around, and everyone was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing herself was even more surprised.

"Mrs. Lin, I..."

"Miss Yang, did you know? The novel you wrote is the most popular book I have been following this year!"

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I've read a lot of novels and plays since I was a child."

"There has never been such a novel that can make me so obsessed with dreams and thoughts," Mrs. Lin said in a low voice.

"Many times I really want Jun Mo to help me find you and spoil the story for you, but I hold back,"

"Because I am willing to wait. For such a good book, I must wait for the ending. No matter how long I wait, it will be worth it!" Mrs. Lin added.

At this point, Yang Ruoqing seemed to understand a little bit.

Damn, Mrs. Lin knows Zuo Junmo?

Moreover, does the novel Mrs. Lin mentioned refer to "Dream of Red Mansions"?

Beside, other ladies asked Yang Ruoqing her doubts.

"Mrs. Lin, what are you talking about? What novel? Why can't we understand it?" Miss A asked.

Mrs. Lin turned around and said to them excitedly: "Everyone must have been chasing the novel "Dream of Red Mansions" for more than a year, right?"

"Yes, yes, we are all chasing him, but we like Brother Baoyu in it!" the ladies said excitedly.

Mrs. Lin smiled and nodded, saying: "Right now, I am talking to the original author of this novel!"

(Give me two days, I will definitely adjust the time for uploading articles to 12 o'clock in the morning, the same fixed time as before. Then I will make up for the articles I owed before, chapter by chapter. Thank you everyone for your persistence.
Chapter completed!