Perhaps it was Wei Zilan's true love that moved him, or perhaps it was his appearance that no young girl could resist, so Cuixi always believed him.

Seeing Wei Zilan's "lovely" pitiful look, Cuixi couldn't bear it any longer and quickly comforted her in a low voice: "Young master, don't be too anxious. People say that sincerity leads to gold and stone, let alone...

What about people's hearts? As long as the young master is sincere to my young lady, I think everything he wants will come true in the end. Not to mention me, if the young master really doesn't let down my young lady and treats her well all his life, then I will definitely be able to help you achieve your wish...

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Wei Zilan was overjoyed when she heard what Cuixi said, and blurted out: "Sincerely, I am sincere, not to mention for one life, but for three lives and three lives. I will be good to Miss Smith in all my life..."

Before he could finish what he said, he suddenly heard a loud banging noise outside the house. Cuixun was startled, and she quickly raised her head and looked out the window, only to see that it was the pair who had just crawled under the bamboo.

The mandarin ducks ran out and were chasing and playing all over the yard. The little girl who was standing by the bamboo watching the mandarin ducks disappeared.

When Cuixi saw it turned out to be a mandarin duck, she felt relieved. However, she couldn't help but be attracted by its gorgeous feathers. She couldn't help but stare at it for a while, then turned around and asked Wei Zilan with a smile: "What do you mean?

Is it true? To be honest, I really can’t believe you. I heard that you men are the best at lying. Who knows if you are trying to trick me?"

Wei Zilan became anxious as soon as he heard this, and hurriedly pointed to the sky and the earth and swore for a long time. But when he saw Cuixi still looking like he didn't believe it, he became even more anxious, and immediately pointed to the picture hanging on the wall.

The poem says: "Good girl, now I am not afraid of being ugly anymore. If you take a closer look, do you know who wrote this poem?"

Cui Wei originally felt that the poem was very familiar, but she couldn't remember who wrote it for a while. When Wei Zilan said this again, she took a closer look at the poem hanging on the wall:

The gods came to the capital yesterday,

Plant a pot of blue field jade.

Of course Shuang'e prefers the cold,

Not only Guan Qiannu, but also her soul has left.

Where does the autumn shade bring out the snow?

Rain stains add traces of space.

But I like poets who never tire of singing,

Willing to make the loneliness dim.

Cuixi recited it softly several times. The more she recited it, the more familiar it became. She must have heard it recited by someone before. But now she can't remember it no matter how hard she thinks about it.

She immediately dropped this poem and went to read the next one. However, she saw that several poems in succession seemed to be praising flowers. For a moment, she felt that she must have heard someone read it before. But at the moment, she never thought about it again.

That's amazing.

Seeing her acting like this, Wei Zilan laughed softly and said, "Good girl, these poems praise begonia flowers and chrysanthemums. Do you still remember them?"

When Cui Wei Sutra mentioned this, he immediately remembered that he and his wife had written many good poems in the Jia Mansion with the theme of White Begonia and Chrysanthemum.

But were the poems on the wall today actually written at that time?

The more she thought about it, the more likely it was that she realized it was possible, so she busily recited it in a low voice over and over again. Unknowingly, bits and pieces of her past fun with Shi Xiangyun in the Jia Mansion slowly came to mind:

She remembered that it was Tanchun who had the idea at that time. He said he wanted to set up a poetry club. Everyone would write and compare poems together.

At that time, Shi Xiangyun was still worried because he knew it too late. As a result, he immediately wrote several poems when he saw a large pot of white begonia blooming beautifully.

Later, she invited everyone to eat crabs in autumn? But Baochai asked her brother to get the crabs...

Everyone had a great time eating that day. After eating, the crabs started chanting chrysanthemums again? The following poems about chrysanthemums were all composed by Xiangyun that day...

They were all so happy at that time and thought they would be like this in their entire lives.

But who would have thought that the situation would have changed in just one year?

Now she is here? But her young lady doesn’t know where she is, let alone whether she is feeling the same sadness about the past as she is at this moment...

Cuixi was already in tears as she thought about it. With tears in her eyes, Xiangyun's poems written in the past were copied and hung here in such a cool and elegant way. Looking at the ink color, I am afraid it is more than a year old.

I'm afraid it was only a few days after Xiangyun recited these poems? Wei Zilan had already mastered them, copied them carefully, and enjoyed them day and night.

Now this poem is still as vivid as before? But the person who wrote the poem has long since disappeared.

The more Cuilu thought about it, the sadder she became. She couldn't help but burst into tears, for the past that could no longer be pursued, and for the careful and affectionate young master in front of her.

Wei Zilan couldn't believe that Cuixi would be so sad after reading these poems. She was at a loss and hurriedly comforted her: "Good girl, good sister, don't be sad. This poem was written by your young lady, and I admire her for it."

Miss Shi is very talented, so I wrote it and hung it here to read it day and night...I...I really love...I admire your young lady...I will never marry anyone but her in this life..."

He hesitantly tried to persuade him here for a long time, but when Cuixi heard it, he felt even more grateful and even shed tears for a while.

Wei Zilan was even more anxious when she saw it, fearing that Cui Lu would not believe him, so she quickly lifted the white paper on the desk, revealing the white paper with "Shi Xiangyun" written all over it, pointing at the words in the whole page and said in a trembling voice

: "I'm not afraid of my sister's jokes. I miss your lady day and night. I wrote down her name without thinking about her. You see... you see... there are many more..."

As he spoke, he bent down and took out dozens of pieces of paper with the name "Shi Xiangyun" written on them for Cuixi to see.

Cui Wei saw the thick stack of paper in front of her. It was full of the names of her own ladies. There were more than a thousand names on it.

And the ink color is old and new, and you can tell at a glance that Wei Zilan has been longing for Shi Xiangyun for many days, and wrote her name word by word, over and over again.

Those many "Shi Xiangyun" are what Wei Zilan misses over and over again.

Only then did Cuixi realize that there was such an affectionate man in the world, and that the man in his heart still loved her young lady...

Cuixi was even more moved and her eyes filled with tears. She stretched out her hand and grabbed his sleeve and cried: "So you are really passionate about my lady... Don't worry... Don't worry... I will definitely tell all these things one by one."

To my lady...

When Wei Zilan saw that Cuixi was finally willing to believe him and was even more willing to help him, she was so excited that tears filled her eyes and she couldn't help but express her thanks.

The two of them looked at each other in tears for an unknown amount of time. Only then did Wei Zilan suddenly wake up. His snow-white cheeks were as red as red cloth. He bowed to each other and shouted happily: "Good sister, please help me."
Chapter completed!