Rise From the Humble

One-fifth of the scarlet incense was burned, and amidst the curls of white smoke, Zhu Ping'an was concentrating on splashing ink.

Zhu Ping'an writes with great concentration, which is also his habit. Every bit of pen and ink, every detail of every line is not missed.

Zhu Ping'an's wedding dress is the same as Li Shu's wedding dress. It is a bright red cross-collared wide-sleeved robe. The collar and cuffs are embroidered with gold thread to make a wide border with happy patterns. There is a black gold-inlaid belt around the waist. , with jade pendants and sachets hanging down, looking very luxurious.

This suit of clothes adds a bit of luxury to the ordinary-looking Zhu Ping'an, and the focus on painting and ink adds connotation to him.

In this way, he becomes a gentleman both internally and externally.

The girls guarding the second entrance looked at Zhu Pingan, who was splashing ink, and began to chirp in a low voice. What uncle is so handsome when writing; What uncle is so gentle, handling pen and ink so gently; What uncle is like a general, holding a pen like a gun, going forward indomitably, resolutely and courageously, without revising a single thing

Amidst the girl's chirping, Zhu Ping'an put down the last stroke, lifted the pen gently, paused lightly, lifted the pen and took it back, and then put the brush back on the pen holder. The whole movement was smooth and graceful.

"Okay, I'd like you to pass it on for me." After Zhu Pingan put back the brush, he cupped his hands and said to the girls guarding the door.

"so fast."

"The incense has only burned for a short while."

One girl opened her mouth wide. She only saw Zhu Pingan closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, then opening his eyes and splashing ink. Then, before she could say a few words to the little sister, she saw Zhu Pingan had finished writing. , his little mouth grew in surprise.

"Is it finished now?" A little girl looked surprised.

"I write so fast, if I don't write well I won't get in." The little girl kindly reminded Zhu Ping'an, "It's still early, I can think about it again, but if I send it to the lady, I can't change it. "

"No, thank you for reminding me." Zhu Pingan shook his head nonchalantly.

"That's right, my uncle is the number one scholar." The little girl nodded, suddenly realized, and then went to watch and collect the papers written by Zhu Ping'an.

"Ah, my uncle's handwriting is so good."

When they first saw Zhu Ping'an's pen and ink, the little girls' eyes lit up and they were full of praise. Although most of them were illiterate, they could generally tell the quality of the calligraphy. Anyway, they had never seen such a masterpiece. Zhu Ping'an's handwriting is even better.

Among these girls, two were literate. They took the opportunity to clean up Zhu Pingan's pen and ink and took the opportunity to read Zhu Pingan's pen and ink.

"Huh?" When they saw the first sentence of Zhu Pingan's pen and ink, the two girls opened their mouths.

Then look down

Before their open mouths were closed, their little faces gradually turned red, and then redder and redder. By the time they finished reading Zhu Pingan's words, both girls' faces were as red as monkey butts.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, the other girls beside him asked curiously. At this time, they regretted not following along to study and learn calligraphy.

"No, it's nothing." The two girls shook their heads. There were some words they couldn't say. "Let's go give it to the lady quickly."

After about a minute or so, the door of the bridal chamber was knocked open by the personal girl guarding the door, and then a piece of paper with writing on it was handed in.

"Miss, Miss, my uncle has written it so quickly." After the little maid Baozi took the paper handed from the outside, she came to the charming girl and handed the paper to the beautiful girl like a treasure. Beautiful girl.

"What's the use of writing quickly?" The pretty girl curled her lips disapprovingly, but her slender hands took the paper over without any hesitation.

After taking the paper, the beautiful girl's dark eyes impatiently fell on the paper, and the words and ink on the paper appeared in the girl's eyes without reservation:

If you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy; if you think of me, or not, my love is there, never coming or going;

Whether you love me or not, my love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing; whether you follow me or not, my hand is in yours and I will never give up or let go;

Come into my arms,

or,

Let me live in your heart.

Silently, in love;

Silence, joy.

After seeing the pen and ink, the beautiful girl opened her mouth slightly, and was a little surprised by the style of this poem, which is different from the poems and songs of this era. very excited.

Whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy.

"What are you dragging?"

After the pretty girl saw the first sentence of the pen and ink, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and let out a sweet cry. What do you mean, what are you dragging? It’s none of my business whether you are outside the door or not! See you or not see me, if you are not sad or happy, then you might as well just stay outside the door for the rest of your life!

As she looked down, the beautiful girl's expression became more and more colorful, she curled her mouth and rolled her eyes, but her pretty face became more and more red, and her heartbeat became faster and faster.

You miss me or you don’t miss me, the love is there, it doesn’t come or go. It’s a beautiful thought, but I miss you!

Whether you love me or not, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing. Whoever loves you is just being sentimental!

Come into my arms, or let me live in your heart. Why are you so overbearing? Why should I either come into your arms or let you live in someone else's heart? ! It's so shameless. I don't want you to live in my heart if I want to be in your arms!

What kind of love? How come this bad guy is written so straightforwardly, but how can this bad guy be written into people's hearts?

This piece of writing was completely beyond the expectations of the pretty girl. The poems and songs she had seen before were all implicit. Suddenly, a modern poem like this, which was unrestrained and a bit domineering, unreasonably reached her thoughts and touched her heart.

The impact of such a piece of writing on her was beyond imagination.

This feeling is a bit like a modern innocent girl suddenly hearing the words of the old driver Zhang Yu: "You come up, if you don't come up, I will come up."

To the pretty girl, this poem seemed to be a promise of love.

It was as if Zhu Pingan was standing in front of her and announcing: You see me or you don’t see me, you miss me or you don’t miss me, you love me or you don’t love me, you follow me or you don’t. It’s all useless. From today on, we are married. , love, affection, exists. Either you come into my arms, or I go into your heart, we love each other and are happy.

So domineering.

At least, that's how the pretty girl feels.

Perhaps, every girl has a dream of a domineering president in her heart, whether it is modern or ancient, whether she is strong or weak.

In any case, after seeing such a poem, the stone that had been hanging in the heart of the beautiful girl fell to the ground. Although they were engaged and married, they were still worried in their hearts. But things are fine now. Stinky Toad has no objection to marriage and still wants to love and be happy.

"Miss, would you like me to enter the second door?" Baozi's little maid asked.

"Come in." The pretty girl curled her lips, "How dare I disappoint my mother-in-law."