Zhu Ming kept Miao's mother's words in mind and immediately responded: "Yes, I am a scholar."
Lan Ning said: "Let's sit down and talk."
Zhu Ming nodded, slowly controlled his excitement, and sat down.
Lan Ning poured him a glass of wine and asked, "What books do you usually read, Master?"
Books? What kind of books did he read? He didn’t even know a few words. He smiled and said, “Whatever, I’ll read them all.”
Seeing that he didn't drink, Lan Ning asked again: "Why don't you drink, Master?"
Zhu Ming responded: "You rarely drink?"
Lan Ning smiled sweetly: "Young Master is very well behaved. Can't we make an exception today?"
"good."
Zhu Ming responded and was about to pick up the glass, but Lan Ning stopped him and said, "Don't drink this wine yet. It won't be too late to drink it later when you feel like it."
"Well, I just happened to write a poem a few days ago, please comment on it."
Zhu Ming said: "Where is it?" At this time, Lan Ning was already asking what to answer, and his mind did not belong to him.
"Isn't the wine glass pressed?"
As Lan Ning spoke, he removed the wine glass and found a piece of paper on the table. On the paper, he wrote a poem called "Qi Jue": Blush complains that the wind is not coming, and the lotus stands in the green bushes against the backdrop. He also wants him to face the mountains and rivers, how to borrow his wings to catch the east wind.
Zhu Ming was illiterate and didn't even know what was written on it. He nodded pretendingly and said: "It's very good, especially the writing is very good. It's beyond my expectation." He was really short of words, so he simply used the words Xia'er used that day. Praise Xie Fu for his good handwriting.
Lan Ning was curious, I asked you to comment on the poem, how did you say the words? Hearing his praise, he didn't think much about it, "Sir, this poem hasn't been titled yet, please give it a title."
This Qijue poem is written by Xia Jing, but I don’t know whether the young master can see his thoughts from the words.
Zhu Ming was dumbfounded for a moment. This was really embarrassing for him. He really didn't know how to deal with it. Lan Ning had already raised his sleeves and polished them with his slender fingers with an attitude of not being able to refuse.
Zhu Ming looked at the pair of snow-white Rouyi and lost his mind for a moment. He wished he could reach out and touch them lightly to feel what they felt like.
Lan Ning said softly: "Sir, the ink has been prepared, please name it."
Zhu Ming listened to this beautiful oriole's words, and his body and mind seemed to be under control. He reached out to grab the pen, and his mind was still clear, thinking about what excuses he could use to excuse her.
Lan Ning was surprised when he saw Zhu Ming holding the pen. The young master was not holding the pen, but holding the pen directly in his hand with his five fingers together, like a lowly man wielding a stick, and said in surprise: "Sir, what are you doing? "
Zhu Ming didn't seem to know that he had revealed his flaws, so he responded: "Let me think about it again."
Lan Ning thought he was dazzled, but when he took a closer look, he saw that the hands were thick and short, with dirt on the edges of the nails. They were clearly the hands of a common man.
Burning incense and purifying one's hands is the most basic thing for a literati. How could there be dirt accumulated between the nails?
Lan Ning asked: "Sir, was it really you who guessed my lantern riddle?"
"Forehead……"
Zhu Ming's hesitation was no longer concealable from Lan Ning's discerning eyes.
Lan Ning suddenly became angry and stood up suddenly. He raised his hand and was about to curse angrily, but finally restrained himself and did not have an attack.
Zhu Ming had no idea that he had revealed his flaws. Seeing Lan Ning's strange behavior, he asked curiously: "Ms. Lan Ning, what's wrong with you?"
Lan Ning only felt that Madam Lan Ning's call was extremely ironic. She glanced at Zhu Ming with a look full of contempt, sneered and walked out of the room.
Zhu Ming wanted to catch up and ask questions, but was afraid of Lan Ning's cold back. He sat where he was, confused as he didn't know where he had offended her.
Miao's mother had always been a little on tenterhooks, thinking that as long as Zhu Mingshao spoke through the bead curtain, nothing would go wrong. Suddenly she saw Lan Ning walking towards him with a cold face and anger, and she secretly exclaimed: "It's broken, this The silly waiter must have thought that my place was a brothel and molested Lan Ning."
Miao's mother hurriedly smiled and said, "Lan Ning, what's the matter?"
Lan Ning said with a sullen face, "I hate it when others deceive me!" After saying that, he left angrily.
After seeing Lan Ning off, Miao's mother hurriedly went to find Zhu Ming.
Zhu Ming was still thinking about what made Mrs. Lan Ning angry when he suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened. He stood up suddenly, turned around and cheered: "Ms. Lan Ning."
The person who came was Mother Miao. Zhu Ming asked: "Mother Miao, why are you here?"
The visitor was a guest, let alone taking his money. Although Miao's mother had resentment in her heart, she could not get angry and said softly: "Master Zhu, Lan Ning has gone back, it's time for you to go."
Zhu Ming asked: "Why did Mrs. Lan Ning leave so suddenly? She seemed very angry. Mom, was it me..."
Miao's mother interrupted: "I told you, she will fall out when she says she's going to fall out with you. Who knows what you did to make her unhappy? Let's go." She said a little impatiently and stretched out her hand to pull her away.
"Wait a minute", Zhu Ming rolled up the Qijue song on the table and put it into his clothes, intending to take it back and study it carefully so that he could respond in the future and make Mrs. Lan Ning treat him differently.
Zhu Ming asked the reason all the way, but Miao's mother was too lazy to respond until she sent Zhu Ming outside the building, and then said: "Master Zhu, you have listened to the piano and seen it, so your wish has been fulfilled." , don’t worry about it anymore.”
Zhu Ming tasted the sweetness and how could he listen to it, especially when Lan Ning praised him, he was so mesmerized that he responded: "Mother Miao, I will come again."
Miao's mother chuckled lightly and did not respond.
Zhu Ming stood at the door of Huiyingyuan, looking at it as if aftertaste, as if confused, as if annoyed, until he heard the rooster crow, he reluctantly returned home.
…
Before dusk arrived, Fu Xie took the porridge to the study room where He Qing was in Tantai.
He also came yesterday, but he didn't wait until Tantai Heqing came back. Today, he met Butler Kong, and after questioning, he found out that Tantai Heqing came back almost late at night yesterday.
Tantai Heqing is different from ordinary ladies. She is not married, but she often appears in public. She is even known as Mrs. Xiaohe outside.
However, Xie Fu always treated Tantai Heqing as a dignified lady of the world. When he faced Tantai Heqing, he always treated Tantai Heqing as a lady of the world in his words and deeds.
This is a sign of respect for Miss Tantai Heqing's identity, and also a sign of not despising Mrs. Xiaohe's reputation.
However, Xie Fu was enthusiastic towards Xia'er and Xiaoqiu, and regarded them as friends, so his behavior and speech were more casual.
Facing such a beautiful Suzhou woman as Tantai Heqing, to say she was ruthless would be to deceive herself and others.
It's just that I can't tell how much of this love is the desire of a man and a woman, and how much of it is true love.
Flowers bloom in order to bear fruit. Flowers that cannot bear fruit become dead flowers.
In other words, it bears fruit, but it is also a bitter fruit.
The more you care, the more reserved you will be.
If he had indulged his own desires without a bottom line, Xie Fu would have become a romantic person long ago while living in a brothel.
This is also the reason why the Xie family regards the precept of adultery as the first major precept.
Stopping from etiquette and stopping from desire lies precisely in emotion.
