Kong Lianyi held her lower lip and bulged her face. She suddenly fell silent, as if she didn't want to mention her brother Kong Lianshun.

"I'm not angry yet. OK. How much money do you have, you poisoned and threw a toad, and it's almost done. He didn't get enough of me to do anything, and the aftermath has continued until now. Didn't I say nothing?" The woman said in a shallow voice, with a tone that obviously more pampering than helplessness.

Kong Lianyi felt embarrassed on her face, changed the topic, turned her eyes like ink and said excitedly: "My cousin, there is good news. I have figured out the truth about the seventh in "The Twenty-Features of the Ancient Garden"!"

"Two dragons reach the sky, fire flies in the sky?" the woman asked softly.

"That's right." In excitement, Kong Lianyi's voice trembled slightly.

"Let's listen." The woman heard something from Kong Lianyi's tone and suddenly became more interested.

Kong Lianyi calmed down her mind and organized the set of rhetoric that Ding Bao had explained to her and Kong Lianshun in an orderly manner, and explained it in detail in her own language. Because there were three consecutive comparison experiments as references, she realized that when she spoke childishly, she was very vivid and very transparent.

Halfway through her talk, the pen in the woman's hand was put down for the first time since she met this morning.

After she finished speaking, the woman hadn't spoken for a long time, as if she was thinking quickly and confirming it. After about a moment of time, she suddenly stood up and walked towards the back window.

Under the faint candlelight, I saw only a delicate and thin back, with my waist as if I could not hold it, and it was gently curling, as if a gust of wind could blow it away. It was obviously in my room, and she was wearing a heavy gauze hat, which was extremely strange. But when Kong Lianyi saw this, she had no strange expression on her face. This situation seemed to be normal.

The rear window was very large. It was originally taken from an alien building. The floor-to-ceiling window specially built by the floor was extended to the first floor. However, at this time, it was covered with thick indigo curtains. Holding the table in front of the window, several carved gold candlesticks were weeping and igniting. On the candlestick on the outermost edge, perhaps the wick was burning for too long, and the candle flames were jumping and getting weaker, as if they were about to be extinguished at any time.

The woman reached out her hand, picked up the silver scissors on the table, and carefully trimmed the candle wick that had already become a stamen flower on the top of the candle.

Her hands were thin, thin, fair, and looked as weak and powerless as hers, but very stable.

Kong Lianyi looked at the woman's thin and thin back. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the poem Ding Bao had recited before. This feeling is indescribable, but it is abrupt and strong, and she blurted out: "Why should we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Zhongnan?"

In front of the back window, the woman's hand holding the cut suddenly trembled. This time, she cut the candle wick by mistake. The flames suddenly disappeared, leaving only a light blue smoke rising...

The woman kept holding the candlesticks burning beside her, aimed the flames at the top of the blue smoke, and came over accurately and steadily. With a puff, the fire dragon meandered and the candle in front rekindled.

Through the fine and dense veil hanging down from the hat, you could see the woman's bright smile at this moment. In an instant, it seemed as if the entire study was lit up.

"Riyi, who is this person?"

"Who, who?" Kong Lianyi widened her eyes, and the innocent people in Dianmo's pupils were full of injustice.

"Although I don't like poetry, I think this is a small path in the world and the pattern is too small, it does not mean that I have no appreciation ability. On the contrary, everyone in the Yangtu poetry world wants me to praise it. So, don't tell me that it is your own trick. My cousin doesn't despise you. If you have practiced for another hundred years, you will not be able to do this. Don't talk nonsense about reading in a certain obscene poem book. With these two lines of poetry, this book is absolutely unlucky. Since it is not obscene, I will definitely remember it. Don't mess with idle people on the roadside. If you have the ability to recite such two sentences, this person will not be able to be idle by the roadside for you to meet you."

"Haha, my cousin, it turns out that this poem is said. This poem was chanted by a big brother beside Kong Lianshun. I don't know if it was the first creation..."

"So, he taught the reason for the flying fire in the air just now?"

"How can I do it?! This is clearly what I have learned from my hard work and study!" Although I was so panicked that I wanted to jump, Kong Lianyi still looked innocent and wronged.

"Ripple, earlobes are red again."

The woman's words smiled suddenly made Kong Lianyi stomp her feet angrily like a deflated ball, wrinkled her nose and said with dissatisfaction: "Little cousin, can't you let others have them once?"

She didn't want to just fill in the numbers and seize Ding Bao's wisdom. It was purely a habit. As a girl who claimed to be smart and agile, she had a smarter and more powerful cousin who always stood in front of her since she was a child. She subconsciously couldn't help but want to try it, although she almost ended in failure every time.

The woman smiled: "Will you be happy if I really meant to make you?"

"That certainly won't."

Kong Lianyi's emotions came and went quickly. After saying this, he finally stopped making trouble. He took the initiative to tell Ding Baoshi in detail.

After listening carefully, the woman nodded only: "This is a smart person."

"Little cousin, I always feel uncomfortable standing in front of this big brother. That feeling is vaguely like standing in front of you, Uncle Holy Lord and Cousin..." Kong Lianyi tamped her eyebrows with her fingers and said in a slight voice.

"What happened?" The woman was slightly surprised. She knew very well that her cousin was powerful. The famous young talents in the world, like the one in the Su family who mastered the "Xuanji Pavilion", and Bai Maitreya, who was known as "the body of Buddha, a body of glass", had never seen her at all. Instead, these people had no choice but to play with her naughty play.

"Even Kong Lianshun's elm-bump was obedient to him. I've never seen my brother like this before."

Kong Lianyi pouted, and suddenly felt aroused, and hit his forehead with his hand, jumped up, shouting: "Oh, I almost forgot. Before I came back, the elder brother told me that it was too inconvenient to trim the candle wick at any time, but it was related to the way we rub the wick cotton thread. He said that in the world, the thread likes to rub it, and thought that the tighter the thread becomes, the stronger and firmer it is not bad, but after the cotton thread is rubbed into a wick, it can only stand up stiffly and upset, so it cannot be burned into ashes. He must be trimmed with scissors from time to time. He also said that you can try a different method and use three slightly thin cotton threads to make it sparsely. When the wick burns to knitting, the cotton thread will naturally loosen, and the loose end is just soft and stick out of the flame, so that it can be completely burned without any need to trim it..."

Before she could finish her words of memorization, the woman who had been calm was already moved and quickly walked towards her. As the veil drifted, she revealed her snow-white neck and chin, but she had no idea.
Chapter completed!