"So, Brother Rong'er, you entered Linlu Academy because of that letter, and that letter of recommendation may have been requested by Mr. Fang from the Imperial Master?"
Zhao Lingfei combed through what Zhao Rong just said in her mind and said softly.
Zhao Rong looked at her expression and nodded: "If it weren't for the help of the old lady at home, that would be it."
Zhao Lingfei lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, "Mr. Fang should have done it."
Zhao Rong just told her about what happened on the road in the past six months.
Zhao Lingfei listened very carefully and thought carefully.
Zhao Rong saw that his wife was very interested in these experiences of his, and suddenly he was a little panicked. At present, of course, some people and things cannot be fully explained, and can only be briefly mentioned. However, it is not a problem to continue to be like this. Qingjun also
So smart.
No, I have to find a chance to tell her clearly...and Xiaoxiao's side...
Zhao Rong was thinking about it and suddenly had a headache.
He glanced at Zhao Lingfei. She was lowering her head and thinking about something while holding his hand in both hands and gently stroking Zhao Rong's palm with her soft fingertips.
Zhao Rong coughed lightly, thinking of Lin Wenruo, and smiled, preparing to talk to Zhao Lingfei about the Zhongnan Kingdom. But at this time, Lu Zhu came to their table excitedly, smiled and handed over a piece of paper, exuding
Floral.
It turned out that at the elegant gathering, someone composed a poem that would be considered a masterpiece. At this time, the red carp girls excerpted it and distributed it everywhere for everyone at the gathering to appreciate. They could also take it back as a souvenir. After all, they had witnessed the poetry with their own eyes.
The birth of poetry.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, took the paper, and looked down with Zhao Lingfei.
I found that there was a poem and a word on it.
Luzhu smiled and said:
"This poem has entered the "Luohuapin". Although it is not as rare as the state of no-self, the state of "self" is already very rare. Recently, I have not heard of any new "Luohuapin" being born in some poetry gatherings. I didn't expect that today would be the perfect time.
I met him, it was Mr. Du who did it, he is really powerful."
Zhao Rong quickly read it silently and found that it was indeed good.
Luzhu tilted her head again and said playfully: "This poem was written by Fairy Liu, who has won the Denglou Prize. Fairy Liu is not a Confucian scholar, but she can write poems that are high-grade. She is really a talented woman. It is a pity not to study Confucianism...
…”
Zhao Rong nodded lightly and handed the paper to his wife. He raised his head and looked forward.
The table where Du Yifu and Liu Kongyi sit is now becoming the center of the gathering.
Many people stood nearby, nodding and observing the two exquisite poems on the table that revealed visions.
Facing the compliments from others, Du Yifu looked calm, smiled slightly, and cupped his hands, "It was just a fluke."
Liu Kongyi responded to the other women's compliments with a decent smile. When she glanced around, she found that almost everyone's attention was on her, and Liu Kongyi felt happy.
At a certain moment, as if she thought of something, she glanced at Zhao Lingfei's position calmly, and saw that Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong were lowering their heads to observe her poems. Liu Kongyi raised the corner of his mouth, and looked away without looking any further.
Saw it.
In front of the table of Zhao and Rong.
Luzhu recited a few more poems silently. She felt that the rhyme was very interesting to read and catchy. She smiled and said: "Fake... Mr. Zhao, Fairy Zhao, what do you think of these two poems? Well, they are really good to read."
Sounds good.”
After saying that, he read a few more sentences,
Zhao Rong chuckled and made a few comments. Luzhu scratched his head, but still nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He blinked and said: "It's extremely, it's extremely."
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing when he looked at this little red carp girl who didn't know how to pretend to understand.
However, he thinks this is very good. Although a little girl does not understand the rhythm and theory of poetry, she chews the charm of poetry over and over again with natural love. This is the purest way to appreciate poetry as an outsider who reads poetry.
Beautiful way.
So what if you don't understand its meaning? If you read it a hundred times and find it interesting every time, it will be the first level of endless pleasure.
Zhao Lingfei also smiled and nodded.
Lu Zhu jumped away.
After she left, Zhao Lingfei leaned against Zhao Rong, raised her head slightly and whispered in his ear: "Brother Rong'er, I can't understand, but it should look good."
Zhao Rong smiled and realized that he was a little fool again, even more stupid.
But... this is his wife, it's better to be stupid, it's better to be stupid, it doesn't matter.
Being too smart and too perfect sometimes makes Zhao Rong feel unreal.
Just like the male students of Taiqing Mansion, they always thought that Concubine Zhao Ling was a relic of the world and should not be played with when viewed from a distance.
But did any of them know that this cold and noble daughter of Taiqing Mansion was actually a stupid woman who secretly knitted and embroidered clothes for the sake of her sweetheart, but clumsily embroidered the mandarin ducks into fat ducks?
Only he knows her cuteness and clumsiness.
Zhao Rong pretended to think for a moment and said with a serious expression: "It's okay. In fact, those few words I said were just random. Who knows why she nodded."
Zhao Lingfei stared at him with big eyes, and the next second, she smiled, tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and said crisply: "That's so dishonest, tell me, have you ever fooled me like this?"
Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he quickly raised his right hand, stretched out four fingers, and raised four fingers to the sky.
Speaking of which, he actually didn't say anything to deceive Qingjun. He just hid a certain little fox demon temporarily while recounting his experiences on the road and didn't go into details... But why was he so panicked?
Zhao Rong looked at his wife without squinting and was about to speak.
Zhao Lingfei reached out to grab his hand and pressed it down without letting Zhao Rong swear.
All she wants is Brother Rong'er's attitude.
Zhao Lingfei nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the lively talents and beauties at the gathering. They were singing poems and drinking wine.
"Brother Rong'er, why don't you go write poems for fun and have fun with them? You don't have to accompany me. Although I don't understand these things, I can spread paper and grind ink for you."
Zhao Rong looked at it and felt a little boring. He already had Qingjun, and Qingjun would not look down upon him because of other people's opinions. Zhao Rong also didn't care about the eyes of others, so if there was no other need, such as being ridden by someone,
There is no need to try to gain the limelight if you are sarcastic or something like that.
It's better to just sit in your position like the brothers on the court.
The beauty next to me, doesn’t she smell good?
You see, the senior brothers, all like the eldest brother, sit upright and explain the interpretation of scriptures to the female companions beside them, soaring in the ocean of knowledge together. Those senior sisters of Qingjun seem to be very attentive, even on the table
I didn’t even brew the tea, I didn’t even light the incense burner, I just sat there and listened expressionlessly...
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and looked directly at his wife, "If you don't go, I will only write poems for you now."
Zhao Lingfei pursed her lower lip and held Zhao Rong's arms tightly with her two hands.
Her eyes shifted, avoiding Zhao Rong's direct gaze that wanted to melt her.
Zhao Lingfei thought of the love letters Zhao Rong wrote to her again, and couldn't help but look at him. She just felt that having him in this life was enough.
Suddenly, Zhao Lingfei thought of the song "Shangxie" written by Zhao Rong to her.
He must have thought about this famous poem for a long time on the road before that "beautiful accident" happened and wrote it, right?
That is Luohuapin, a state of selflessness, and I don’t know about him...