The summer is long, and the red sleeves are fragrant.
During these few days in the Marquis of Linhuai’s mansion, Zhu Pingan read books and practiced calligraphy to study Wang Xue, occasionally teasing bear children and little loli, the days were leisurely and comfortable. Of course, it would have been even better if the weather wasn’t so hot.
Although there were several pots of crushed ice in the study to cool down the temperature, as well as maids waving fans, it was never as effective as the modern air conditioning.
Nostalgia for modern times.
Withered vines and old trees and dim crows, air conditioning ifi watermelon, Ge You’s same sand. When the sun sets, I’ll just plop down there.
The bear child and the little loli often run here, the young and ignorant, these days of personal experience, only to know the meaning of the word “the world is dangerous”.
Li Shu also likes to stay in the study, either half leaning on the soft collapse, or sitting across the desk, either looking through the account book, or holding a book of poetry.
“Sima Xiangru is also a thin-skinned and negative villain.”
Li Shu sat opposite Zhu Ping An, holding a volume of poetry in her delicate hands, turning to a page, she could not help but knit up her eyebrows and contemptuously skimmed her cherry mouth.
There were two poems on this page, neither of which were in the standard poetic style, the first was a poem of numbers written by Sima Xiangru to Zhuo Wenjun in the capital city: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven **ten **ten **ten **ten **ten **ten million.
“How can I not understand this poem?”The little bun maid bit her finger with a puzzled face.
Lang heart is cool, the springtime Sima Xiangru was flowery world is fascinated by the eyes, has been on the former when the shop selling wine, suffering with the chaff wife Zhuo Wenjun has no past memory, intends to repudiate his wife to marry another.”Li Shu put down the poem, and was still not ashamed of Sima Xiangru.
“Ah, this one called Sima is really a heartless man, then isn’t Zhuo Wenjun very poor.”The bun little maid had a face of dawning realisation, following her own young lady in despising Sima Xiangru, while feeling heartbroken for Zhuo Wenjun.
“Zhuo Wenjun’s talent is far above Sima Xiangru, after she read the letter, she let the messenger have a cup of tea, and with a cup of tea she made a digital poem and let the messenger bring it to the capital to show it to that negative hearted man. The heartless man read the letter after shame, extinguished the repudiation of his wife’s mind. Since then, the two of them have grown old together.”Li Shu held a poetry scroll and said with slight emotion, her dark ink-like eyes falling on Zhuo Wenjun’s poem:
After a goodbye, two places to think of each other, only said it was three or four months, and who knows five or six years, seven-stringed zither no heart to play, eight lines of the book can not be passed on, the nine-link ring from which the broken, ten miles of the long pavilion to look through the eyes, a hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, ten thousand helpless to put the king’s grudges.
Thousands of words can’t be said, boredom ten rely on the fence, the ninth climb to see the lonely geese, the August Mid-Autumn Moon is not round, half of July burn incense and candle ask God, June ambush everyone shaking the fan my heart is cold. May pomegranate like fire in a gust of cold rain watering flower end, April loquat is not yellow I want to the mirror heart mess. The peach blossom in March is turning with the water. In February, the kite strings were broken! Lang ah Lang, I wish that in the next life you will be a woman and I will be a man.
“That’s not a happy ending.”Baozi little maid little face turned sad to happy.
“The heart has changed, white together with old age and how, but it is just adding to the trouble. What do you say, husband?”Li Shu shook her head and swept a glance at Zhu Pingan.
How does this feel like an early warning shot.
Zhu Pingan listened from the sidelines and nodded with a slight smile, he was not Sima Xiangru, much less would he do what Sima Xiangru did.
“How about you, if you were Zhuo Wenjun, what would you do?”Zhu Pingan put down the book in his hand and asked with a smile.
“Yes, yes, Miss, what would you do?”The little bun maid was at the side, also curious.
“If I were Zhuo Wenjun,” Li Shu smiled sweetly and swept a glance at Zhu Pingan, her dark ink-like eyes swirling with flirtation.
Truly a demoness, smiling so movingly, the face of the peach blossoms reflecting each other, a smile of the country and the city.
“Mmmmm, what would Miss do?”The bun little maid nodded her little head and asked.
“I will personally go to the capital and fling this letter in front of that pair of dogs and men, then turn my head and leave.”Li Shu’s watery eyes contained a smile and playfulness and demons, as clear as blue waves, her cherry lips slightly opened, a touch of curvature resembling a perfect crescent moon.
“Ah? It’s that simple, then what? Wouldn’t that be too cheap for them.”The bun little maid opened her small mouth wide in surprise, shook her head vigorously, feeling that her own young lady was too kind, how could she not fulfil that pile of dogs and men ah.
“Then throw their heads away ah, and can’t be stewed” Li Shu spread her small hands, the curve of her mouth is so perfect.
Ahem.
So, this was Li Shu’s precautionary shot
Zhu Pingan, who was drinking tea on the other side of the desk, was unguarded and choked on a mouthful of tea and coughed.
Twisting his head away, it turned out to be twisting his head off.
Well, this is very Li Shu, it’s Li Shu’s style.
“Husband, what’s wrong with you?”Li Shu looked at Zhu Pingan with a smile and asked in a delicate voice, her skin as white as snow, her eyes rippling with charming blue waves, falling on Zhu Pingan’s face, her voice carrying concern.
“No, nothing.”Zhu Pingan shook his head and smiled.
The bun little maid’s reflex arc is relatively long, only at this time did she react, yah, her little mouth opened wide, her little hand covered her little mouth, a look of shock, “Ah twisted her head, so it’s a twisted off head ah miss”
“Otherwise?”Li Shu rolled her eyes, with a metamorphic and delicate look.
This precautionary shot is really a clear stream in the mudslide ah, Zhu Pingan couldn’t help but smile.
“Hey, what are you laughing at?”Li Shu glanced at Zhu Pingan and asked with a pout.
“Hehe, do you know that among these great masters of Tang poetry and Song lyrics and Han Fu, other than Sima Xiangru, what other negative men are there?”Zhu Pingan asked with a smile.
Eh?
Among these great people of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, were there even very famous negative men?
Li Shu was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, she said, “Yuan Zhen is. The Yingying Biography is his prototype, abandoning Cui Yingying for the sake of merit, most heartless and unethical. Thanks to him, he could write ‘once the ocean is hard to be water, in addition to the witch mountain is not a cloud’, really hypocritical villain, flatly insulted the clean word of fidelity.”
Well, indeed, Yuan Zhen this person is indeed a play with feelings of the typical negative poet, although there are many works of universal fame, also with Bai Juyi, and known as “Yuan Bai”. However, the poetry is well written, but the person is very scum, a “I’m not virtuous enough to win over the demons, is to use the ghost of love” reason, “double Wen” (i.e., Yingying biography of Cui Yingying prototype) abandoned all the way to the end. His attitude towards his feelings has always been very unpleasant to Zhu Pingan.
“What’s more, there are some people who hide very Avray, but are typical negative men.”Zhu Pingan smiled and nodded his head, leading the way.
And? Avray hidden?
Li Shujiao lowered her forehead and tried to think, but she did not have much of a clue.
There are also some poets in history who had affairs, but men and women love each other, but they can’t be talked about as heartless men.
