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Chapter 59

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    There is an old saying, men chasing women interlayer mountains, women chasing men, interlayer gauze.

    Wen Xi firmly believes that as long as she chases after her, there will be no man who can hold her back.

    That Jimo is no more than a farmer, and he will never escape from his grasp.

    With full confidence, she wrote a letter not long after and asked Xiao Lan to send it to Jimo.

    The pink letter paper, the graceful handwriting, and the faint fragrance of a girl.

    When Jimo received this letter, he was quite excited. After all, it was the first time he had received a love letter from a girl at such a young age.

    But soon, he looked disgusted.

    Love poems?

    A love poem written by Wen Xi to herself?

    That's it?

    What the hell is that unruly young lady trying to do.

    "The handwriting is not bad, but the level is indistinguishable, and the antithesis is not proper. Can this be considered poetry?"

    Ji Mo glanced at it briefly, then returned the letter to Xiao Lan, and at the same time belittled the poem as worthless.

    Straightforwardly speaking, Wen Xi's title as the number one talented woman in Southwest China is not worthy of her name.

    After all, after being influenced by Tang poetry and Song poetry on the earth, and under the pressure of the system to study poetry and songs hard, Ji Mo has extremely high requirements for poetry, and obviously looks down on Wen Xi's confession poem with extremely poor literary talent.

    "Mr. Ji, this is a love poem specially written by the young lady for you. How could you do this?"

    Xiaolan was a little bit aggrieved for Wen Xi.

    It's not easy for a girl to take the initiative to write a poem to confess her love, why Ji Mo doesn't understand the style at all.

    "Miss Xiaolan, look for yourself, such perfunctory poems don't have any sincerity, who are you fooling?" Ji Mo said.

    With doubts, Xiaolan opened the letterhead and read it twice. From her perspective, she also felt that it was really not very good.

    Miss wrote very perfunctorily, and indeed she has the reputation of being a talented woman.

    Xiao Lan argued: "It's the first time for my young lady to write a love letter to a boy, so she's definitely not very good at it."

    first?

    Jimo felt better.

    Although it is clear that Wen Xi is obviously not sincere and her motives are not pure, but since it is the first time for the other party, it is difficult for her to give some pointers.

    Purely as a communication between literature lovers.

    "She won't, I can teach her."

    "For example, Linglong's dice is set on red beans, and you know what you don't know when you are deeply in love. This sentence is most appropriate to express a hint."

    "If you fall in love at first sight, you can use this narration: just because you look back, it makes me think about your morning and evening."

    "When the love is strong, something similar to 'May I be like a star king like a moon, and the night and night stream be bright and clean' is the most appropriate scene."

    "If it's too late to meet each other, I'll express my heartfelt feelings with the phrase "Returning the Pearl of the Emperor with tears in my eyes, and wishing to meet when I was not married"

    Ji Mo talked eloquently, with frequent good sentences, and various love poems at his fingertips.

    Xiao Lan rested her cheeks on her hands, her cheeks were slightly red, and when she looked at Ji Mo, her eyes were full of little stars.

    She was by Wen Xi's side, and she was fascinated by poetry, but she had never heard such a soul-stirring poem that hit the soul directly.

    Even if it is my own lady, it is only after deliberation and deliberation, deliberation and deliberation, that a decent poem can be written.

    What about Jimo?

    ?One step at a time, one poem at a time, good sentences are naturally formed, and all the exits are quatrains that can last through the ages.

    And all of them are full of affection, which makes people blush when they hear it.

    This kind of talent can definitely be called the past and the present!

    Xiao Lan was deeply impressed by Ji Mo's talent.

    "Master Ji, I don't think my lady is good enough for you, so I'll go back and dispel her unrealistic thoughts."

    Xiao Lan, who has become Jimo's little fan, said very seriously.

    Comparing in my heart, my young lady, a talented woman, is like a firefly and a bright moon in front of Mr. Ji.

    More importantly, Mr. Ji has an amazing talent, but chooses to be unknown. This kind of modest gentleman is really unparalleled in the world.

    The young master Shi Wushuang is the description of Ji Mo.

    After returning home, Xiao Lan relayed Ji Mo's comments on the love letter to Wen Xi verbatim.

    Miss Wen Jia was completely blown away.

    It's so ridiculous that a farmer actually questioned her?

    She also admitted that the writing was perfunctory, but Ji Mo is not qualified to comment.

    With dissatisfaction, she planned to write another love poem to Ji Mo to show her literary skills and would not tolerate being looked down upon by a rough person.

    "Miss, forget it, at your level, no matter what.??, probably won't be able to catch Ji Gongzi's eyes.  "Xiao Lan reminded kindly.

    This sentence is like a slap in the face!

    "Xiaolan, what nonsense are you talking about, what's wrong with my level?"

    Wen Xi's eyes widened, unable to figure out why Xiao Lan said this?

    I am not a flower vase, the reputation of a talented woman is earned by her own talent and learning, the title of the number one talented woman in the Southwest is evaluated by the great scholars of Langya Academy, it is genuine.

    Although Xiao Lan didn't want to hit Wen Xi, in order to make Wen Xi give up, she still recited the poems she heard from Ji Mo aloud line by line.

    These poems, not to mention Wen Xi, I am afraid that the great Confucian of Langya Academy will definitely not be able to write them.

    The more Wen Xi listened, the more frightened she became, her face full of disbelief.

    How could these lines be written by someone like Jimo?

    "Impossible, these poems were definitely not written by him, plagiarism, it must be plagiarism."

    Wen Xi really can't accept that a farmer has such a high literary attainment.

    If you really have this talent, I am afraid that it has already been famous all over the world, and you will live in the countryside and farm.

    Xiaolan said realistically: "Miss, you don't know whether to plagiarize or not. These poems of Mr. Ji have never appeared in the world."

    Wen Xi is familiar with all ancient and modern poems, and of course knows the truth.

    But she did not believe that Ji Mohui was a reclusive literary figure, and believed that these verses might have been plagiarized from some isolated or ancient books.

    "Miss, look at these again."

    Xiaolan had no choice but to take out the dozen or so "Humble Room Inscriptions" that Ji Mo paid for last time.

    Wen Xi flipped through it casually, and was immediately dumbfounded.

    Its style, breath, brush and ink, etc. are all exactly the same as the "Humble Room Inscription" that I have always cherished in my arms, but it is obviously better.

    According to the ink marks, this should be written recently, while my own is obviously written a few years ago.

    Obviously, they were all written by the same person, and the other party's calligraphy skills should have improved a lot.

    "Could it be that Ji Mo is the author of the "Humble Room Inscription" that I have been looking for?"

    Wen Xi's head roared.

    "Miss, don't make wild guesses. It is clear that the dozen or so pictures written by Mr. Ji are much better than yours. They are definitely not the same person."

    Xiaolan doesn't know much about calligraphy, anyway, she thinks that Ji Mo's writing is better, and it's not comparable to Miss's painting.

    Think that the young lady must be greedy for these ink treasures and want to take them back.

    "Xiao Lan, you don't understand. These are clearly made by the same person. It's just a few years apart, so there is naturally a gap."

    Wen Xi explained very seriously, and then hugged the pile of calligraphy tightly, without any intention of returning it to Xiaolan.

    The remorse in Xiaolan's heart, this time it can be regarded as meat buns beating dogs, and there will be no return.

    As a maid, you can't compete with the lady for things.

    "Ji Mo, you bastard, you've made me search hard for three years. You don't want to run away in this life. Even if you force me, I will marry you."

    Wen Xi made up her mind that even if she took it by force, she would force Ji Mo to obey her.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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