Chapter 681 Turn around and leave
The summer is long and the red sleeves are fragrant.
In the past few days in the Linhuai Marquis Mansion, Zhu Pingan read, practiced calligraphy and studied Wang Xue, and occasionally teased naughty children and little lolita. He lived a leisurely and comfortable life. Of course, it would be better if the weather wasn't so hot.
Although there are several basins of crushed ice in the study room to cool down, and there are maids waving fans, the effect is not as effective as the modern air conditioner.
Nostalgia for modern times.
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, air-conditioned WIFI watermelon, Ge You's same style sofa. As the sun sets, I lie down there.
The naughty kid and the little loli often ran here. As a young and ignorant man, he only knew the meaning of the word "dangerous in the world" through his personal experience these days.
Li Shu also liked to stay in the study, either half-reclining on a sofa, or sitting across from the desk, looking through account books, or holding a poetry book.
"Sima Xiangru is also a ungrateful person."
Li Shu sat opposite Zhu Pingan, holding a volume of poems in her slender hand. She turned to a page and frowned. , curled her little cherry mouth in disdain.
There are two poems on this page, neither of which are standard poetry styles. The first one is a number poem written by Sima Xiangru in the capital to Zhuo Wenjun: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, millions.
“Why can’t you understand this poem?” The little maid Baozi bit her finger, looking puzzled.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, hundreds and thousands of them are all available, but only one hundred million (memory). Sima Xiangru, who was cold-hearted and proud of the spring breeze, was fascinated by the colorful world and had no idea of the past. When Zhuo Wenjun, a poor wife who had been selling wine and sharing weal and woe, had no memories of the past, she planned to divorce her and marry another. "Li Shu put down her poems and felt ashamed of Sima Xiangru.
"Ah, this man named Sima is really a heartless man. Isn't Zhuo Wenjun very pitiful?" Baozi's little maid suddenly realized, and followed her own lady to despise Sima Xiangru, and at the same time felt sorry for Zhuo Wenjun. .
"Zhuo Wenjun was far more talented than Sima Xiangru. After reading the letter, she asked the messenger to drink a cup of tea. After a while, she replied with a digital poem and asked the messenger to take it back to the capital to show the heartless man. . Look at that heartless man. After writing the letter, she was so ashamed that she gave up her thoughts of divorcing her. From then on, the two of them grew old together." Li Shu held the poem volume and replied with a hint of emotion, her dark eyes falling on Zhuo Wenjun's reply. ：
After a farewell, the two places missed each other. They only said it was March or April, but who knew that in five or six years, I had no intention to play the lyre, the eight-line calligraphy could not be passed down, the nine-link chain was broken from it, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion was filled with hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness. Your resentment.
There are thousands of words to say, and I am bored by ten fences. I climb high to see the geese on the ninth day of the month. The moon is full during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and people are not round. I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky in the middle of July. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes their fans. I am heartbroken. . In May, the pomegranates are like fire, but they are watered by bursts of cold rain. In April, the loquats are not yet yellow, and I want to look in the mirror and feel confused. Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water. The kite string is broken in February, oh! Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life you would be a girl and I would be a boy.
"Isn't that a happy ending?" Baozi's little maid's face turned from worry to joy.
"My heart has changed, so what if we grow old together, it will only increase our worries. What do you think, husband?" Li Shu shook her head and glanced at Zhu Ping'an.
Why does this feel like getting vaccinated in advance?
After Zhu Ping'an listened, he smiled and nodded. He was not Sima Xiangru, let alone do what Sima Xiangru did.
"What about you, what would you do if you were Zhuo Wenjun?" Zhu Pingan put down the book in his hand and asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, miss, what will you do?" Baozi's little maid was beside her, also very curious.
"If I were Zhuo Wenjun." Li Shu smiled sweetly and glanced at Zhu Ping'an, her dark eyes filled with charm.
She is really a witch, her smile is so moving, her face is red with peach blossoms, and her smile can captivate both the country and the city.
"Hmm, what will the young lady do?" Baozi's little maid asked, nodding her little head.
"I will go to the capital in person, throw this reply in front of that couple, and then turn around and leave." Li Shu's watery eyes were smiling and charming, as clear as blue waves, and her cherry lips were slightly Zhang, a curve as perfect as a crescent moon.
"Ah? It's that simple, and then what? Wouldn't that be too advantageous for them?" The little maid Baozi opened her mouth in surprise and shook her head vigorously. She felt that her young lady was too kind, why? I can't help those bunch of losers.
"Then throw away their heads. We can't stew soup for drinking." Li Shu spread her hands and the curve of her mouth was so perfect.
Ahem
It turned out that this was Li Shu's vaccination
Zhu Ping'an, who was drinking tea on the other side of the desk, was unprepared, choked on a mouthful and started to cough.
He turned around and left. It turned out that he had severed his head.
Okay, this is very Li Shu, it is Li Shu’s style.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Li Shu looked at Zhu Pingan with a smile and asked softly. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were rippling with charming blue waves, and they fell on Zhu Pingan's face, with concern in her voice. .
"No, it's nothing." Zhu Pingan shook his head and smiled.
Baozi's little maid's reflex arc is relatively long, and she realized it at this time. She let out a sigh, opened her little mouth, covered her mouth with her little hand, and looked astonished, "Ah, turned around and left, it turns out It's a twisting of the head, Miss."
"What else?" Li Shu rolled her eyes, looking full of energy and charm.
This vaccination is really a breath of fresh air in the mudslide. Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, why are you laughing?" Li Shu glanced at Zhu Ping'an and asked with her mouth pouted.
"Haha, do you know among the great poets of Tang poetry, Song poetry and Chinese poetry, apart from Sima Xiangru, there are other heartless people?" Zhu Pingan asked with a smile.
Huh?
Among the great poets of the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, are there any famous heartless people?
Li Shu was startled for a moment, thought for a while, and then said: "Yuan Zhen is it. "Yingying Biography" is his prototype. It is most unintentional and unethical to abandon Cui Yingying for the sake of fame. Fortunately, he can write it 'Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it was not clouds', it's really The hypocritical villain has insulted the clean word "loyalty".
Well, indeed, Yuan Zhen is indeed a typical heartless poet who plays with emotions. Although there are many works that have been immortalized, they are also related to him. Bai Juyi is equally famous and is also called "Yuan Bai". However, the poems are good, but the people are scumbag. The ghost reason of "Yi's virtue is not enough to defeat the evildoer, but his forbearance" has started to mess up "Shuangwen" (that is, the prototype of Cui Yingying in "The Story of Yingying"). Finally give up. His attitude towards feelings has always made Zhu Ping'an very disdainful.
"Also, some people hide very deeply, but they are typical heartless people." Zhu Pingan smiled and nodded, guiding.
Anything else? Hidden deeply?
Li Shu lowered her head and tried to remember, but she didn’t have much clue.
There are also some romantic affairs of poets in history, but men love women, but they cannot be said to be heartbroken. (End of this chapter)