Rise From the Humble

Summer is long, red sleeves add fragrance.

During these few days in Linhuai Marquis Mansion, Zhu Ping'an 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 to cool down, and there are maids waving fans, the effect is not as effective as a modern air conditioner.

Miss 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.

Naughty children and little lolita often ran here. As a young and ignorant person, 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-leaning on the couch, sitting across from the desk, looking through account books, or holding a poetry book.

"Sima Xiangru is also a mean-spirited person."

Li Shu sat opposite Zhu Pingan, holding a volume of poems in her slender hand. When she turned to a page, she couldn't help but frowning and 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?" Baozi's little maid bit her fingers, looking puzzled.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, hundreds and thousands of them are all available, but there is no billion (memory). Sima Xiangru, who was cold-hearted and proud of the spring breeze, was fascinated by the colorful world. He has forgotten the days when he was a gangster selling wine and sharing weal and woe. Zhuo Wenjun, his poor wife, has no memories of the past and intends to divorce her and marry another." Li Shu put down the poem 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 she 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 courier to drink a cup of tea. During the tea, she replied with a digital poem and asked the courier to take it back to the capital to show it to the heartless man. The heartless man read the letter. Later, she was so ashamed that she gave up the idea of ​​divorcing his wife. From then on, the two of them grew old together." Li Shu held the poem volume in hand and replied with a touch of emotion. Her dark eyes fell 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.

Thousands of words are endless, I am bored, I sit on the fence ten times, I climb up to the sky to see the lonely 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, I am heartbroken when everyone shakes fans in the dog days of June. 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 Pingan, her dark eyes filled with charm.

She is truly 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 lips were slightly open, with a curve like a crescent moon. So perfect.

"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 and couldn't help those piles of things. Dog men and women.

"Then throw away their heads. We can't make soup for drinking." Li Shu spread her hands and the curve of her mouth was so perfect.

Ahem

It turns out that this is Li Shu’s vaccination

Zhu Pingan, who was drinking tea on the other side of the desk, was unprepared and choked on a mouthful of tea and started coughing.

He turned around and left. It turned out that he had severed his head.

Well, this is very Li Shu, 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 she 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 was 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 like she was shocked, "Ah, turned around and left, it turned out that she had decapitated her head." "

"Otherwise?" Li Shu rolled her eyes, looking full of energy and cuteness.

This vaccination is really a breath of fresh air in the mudslide. Zhu Pingan couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Li Shu glanced at Zhu Pingan 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.

Um?

Among the great poets of Tang and Song Dynasties, are there actually famous heartless people?

Li Shu was startled for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said: "Yuan Zhen is it. "Yingying Biography" is his prototype. For the sake of fame, abandoning Cui Yingying is the most unintentional and unscrupulous. Fortunately, he can write "It used to be difficult to make water in the sea, except for Wushan is not a cloud, he is really a hypocritical villain, and he has insulted the clean word loyalty."

Well, indeed, Yuan Zhen is indeed a typical heartless poet who plays with emotions. Although he has many works that have been famous for generations, he is as famous as Bai Juyi 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.

besides? Hidden deeply?

Li Shu lowered his head and tried to remember, but he 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.