Thought for a long time...

Zhao Yue finally looked up.

"Served by pen and ink."

The two maids standing beside Zhao Yue had already prepared rattan paper and fine brushes and inkstones.

Zhao Yue took the pen and started splashing ink on the rattan paper.

It didn't take long before the rattan paper was already covered with black water's writing.

"Huh~"

Zhao Yue blew on the rattan paper a few times, and after it dried a little, he said to the maid beside him: "Give it to your master."

The two maids each grasped two corners, as if they were grasping a painting.

The curtains were slightly opened, and the two maids walked into the pink curtains, and the gap between the curtains immediately disappeared.

certainly...

Even in this short period of time, Zhao Yue also saw the appearance of Song Biao.

I saw Song Biao wearing a pale pink dress that was as long as the floor, with a slender waist bound by a cloud belt, which showed a tight grip, and a coral hairpin in his hair, which made his face look like hibiscus. His face was extremely gorgeous, with a pair of charming phoenix eyes.

Naturally made, but as cold as frost, her black hair is combed into a gorgeous bun, and she is gorgeous and graceful. The little finger-sized pearl is as bright as snow, with stars twinkling in her hair.

With such a beautiful face, it is no wonder that Wang Dun and Emperor Ming valued her and kept her in their house.

If there is no color, how can it be sought after by men all over the world?

"Eh~"

Song Ye, who was in the curtain, looked at the poems and poems that Zhao Yue had just written in front of him. The pupils in his beautiful eyes suddenly dilated, as if he had discovered some treasure, and he couldn't help but let out a light sigh.

"This...this was written by you?"

"Guaranteed replacement if fake!"

"really?"

There was still suspicion in Song Biao's eyes.

"Isn't this a strange word that a boy like you can write, but you read it from your father's study?"

"I wrote it myself."

Zhao Yue's lips curled up slightly, and he knew in his heart that he might have already broken through to the second floor.

"oh?"

Song Ye, who was wearing a pink curtain, responded casually, his eyes already fixed on the poem in front of him.

Red hands, beauties are drunk, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin. I am full of melancholy, and I have been away for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The scene is as old as before, the people are empty and thin, the scarlet scarlet scarlet stains show through. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the idle pool pavilion is there. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!

She read in a soft voice, but her eyes suddenly filled with water, and the lake water streaked across her face with crystal teardrops, falling down like pearls.

Incomparably beautiful.

Thumb thump thump~

Song Biao stroked the strings lightly with his hand and opened his lips to sing:

"I am a son of the Han Dynasty, and I will be suitable for Shan Yuting. Before the words are finished, the pioneers have already resisted.

The servants are weeping and wandering, and the carriage horses are mourning and croaking. I am so sad that I am deeply saddened, and my tears are stained with pearls.

.........

There is no joy in the morning flowers, and the sweetness is mixed with the autumn grass. It is said that future generations will find it difficult to marry far away."

This is "Mingjun", written by Shi Chong and played by Luzhu. What it says is that Zhaojun married the Huns and was insulted by his father and son but did not dare to die.

In the past, I was a beautiful jade in a treasure box, but today I am a spent flower in the dirt.

The feeling of depression and desolation is vividly revealed in the sound of the piano.

Stop singing.

Song Biao, who was already in tears, seemed not to be satisfied yet. He played the guqin with his delicate hands, and the music on the guqin reappeared!

This time the music and singing were still miserable, but there seemed to be a trembling hope in this misery.

"Red hands, beauties are drunk, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin. I have a melancholy, and I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The scene is as old as before, the people are empty and thin, the scarlet scarlet stains are red and see through. The peach blossoms are falling, the idle pond pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!"

"Woooooo~"

Even Zhao Yue, who was outside the curtain, could hear Song Biao's sobbing voice.

Zhao Yue did not disturb him and waited quietly outside.

a long time...

The crying sound in the curtain has disappeared, like the breeze blowing by, and cannot be found.

"How about this wonderful poem? Does it pass your test?"

"If it is written by you, then of course it is okay."

"I wonder if you have heard this term in other places?"

Zhao Yue's question actually stopped Song Yi.

"Did he mention me?"

Song Ye suddenly asked this question without any clue.

"Who?" Zhao Yue was deliberately confused.

"You want to make fun of me too? Sure enough, you are the son of that crazy and rebellious person, with such a wild temperament!"

"Your Excellency, you want to ask my father?"

Song Ye, who was in the curtain, hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

"yes."

"He never mentioned you to me."

"snort!"

As soon as Zhao Yue said these words, Song Biao snorted immediately, and Zhao Yue could feel the cold air all over Song Biao's body even behind the curtain.

"But..." Zhao Yue deliberately whetted her appetite.

"But what?"

Song Ye's mind was immediately attracted to Zhao Yue.

"But I have seen a painting in the study, which looks quite similar to yours."

"Have you seen me?"

"Just now when the maid entered the account, she took a quick look."

"You are just as charming as your father."

Zhao Yue was as still as a mountain and his face was not red, so he only took Song Biao's words as a compliment.

"You can see clearly now."

Song Ye actually walked out of the pink curtain. She walked up to Zhao Yue and looked at Zhao Yue's appearance carefully.

This is a bit close.

There is no doubt that Song Yu is the most charming person Zhao Yue has ever seen. She seems to exude the smell of desire, making people fall into it unconsciously.

That plump...

Wait wait~

What am I thinking?

Zhao Yue shook his head violently.

"Can you see clearly now?"

Song Yi stared at Zhao Yue and asked.

"See clearly."

Zhao Yue nodded heavily.

"Is it similar to that painting?"

"Can't say it looks like."

Zhao Yue saw Song Yu frown slightly and continued: "It can only be said that they are exactly the same. You seem to have walked out of the painting. When I saw the painting before, I was still wondering how there could be such a beautiful thing in the world.

Woman, now I see her, she is more beautiful in real life than in the painting."
To be continued...