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Chapter 987

People at that time valued modesty and restraint. Even if a member of the family had any outstanding achievements, they had to say a few words of modesty to avoid being known as arrogant and arrogant in front of others.

It can be seen from the names such as Gouzi, Jie Nei, Zhuo Jing, etc. that people at that time were not good at praising their own family members.

But Cui Weizhen acted in the opposite direction, and everyone was surprised. They always felt that the gentlemanly and upright magistrate did not behave in this way.

If they had known the rumors that Cui Weizhen was widely known in the capital, they would not have been surprised by Cui Zhifu's "wife protection".

Ye Zhenzhen's mood at this time was also a bit complicated, but of course her complexity was different from others.

It would be fine if there was no objection to her appointment as the teaching staff of Luming Academy. She would weigh the pros and cons before making a careful choice. But now with Kong Shu's opposition and Cui Weizhen and Dai Ji's protection behind, if Ye Zhenzhen

If they object, their "hard work" will be wasted.

Ye Zhenzhen agreed to Dai Ji's invitation on the spot, but she also told her own situation: "I probably don't have much time. I can only go once or twice every ten days. If Dai Shanchang has no objection, this matter will be decided like this."

Come down."

"Once or twice is enough."

Dai Ji was overjoyed when he got what he wanted. Seeing it in Kong Shu's eyes, he didn't feel so comfortable. However, he comforted himself that Mrs. Ning Guo was not here to study and teach, so he managed to calm down in his heart.

The matter was settled like this, but Dai Ji was not satisfied. He brought the topic back to the center of the previous storm. He said with a smile: "I was just arguing, but I was neglecting Xi Niang. I really shouldn't. I'm going to compose music for Xi Niang."

I'm very curious about "Sauvignon Blanc", why don't you sing it to me now and let me listen to it?"

Xi Niang cast a questioning look at Ye Zhenzhen.

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

For the first time, Ye Zhenzhen tasted the feeling of social death. It was so shameful to have her love letters sung out in public.

I don’t know what Cui Weizhen was thinking, but he didn’t refuse Xiniang’s request.

No matter how hard she glared, Cui Weizhen always looked innocent, as if he had nothing to do with the situation today. He was really very sinister.

Ye Zhenzhen had no choice but to slander someone, and then nodded to Xiniang.

Xi Niang exhaled softly, and then she plucked the strings with her hands: "The sun is full of lust, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is as bright as if I had never been able to sleep..."

Xi Niang’s voice is clear and sweet, gentle and lingering, and her playing and singing are full of affection, just like a lover whispering in the ear, or like a lover missing you in the distance...

The exquisite poems and touching renderings moved everyone. Among them, Ye Zhenzhen's emotions were the deepest. She seemed to have returned to the time of last year, frightened and worried. She was worried every day and every night.

Can't sleep...

This poem perfectly fits her mood.

When he raised his eyes, he found Cui Weizhen looking at her. He didn't know how long he had been looking at her. He smiled warmly when he met her eyes. The affection in his eyes was like insoluble honey, sweet to the bottom of one's heart.

In the flash of lightning, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly understood Cui Weizhen's original intention of allowing Xiniang to sing lyrics and music, and let Xiniang tell the world through her mouth. This may be another way for him to express his emotions.

Is there any love letter in the world that is more romantic and touching than this one?

Ye Zhenzhen was immediately moved, and the affection in her eyes became even more touching.

[The author has something to say]

"The sun is full of lust, the flowers are smoky, and the moon is as bright as a day without sleep." Borrowed from the second part of Li Bai's "Sauve Acacia".


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