Qi Yun was holding a calligraphy brush, and there were lines of beautiful regular script written on the rice paper. Every line contained the feminine connotation of a daughter's family, and there was no heroic spirit like that of a heroine when Qi Yun was playing with her eyebrow stick.
Qi Yun held the brush against her chin, nodding her head from time to time and thinking: "Beyond the blue sky, three mountains are halfway down, and Bailuzhou is divided into two waters. I, Qi Yun, are known as one of the three talented women in Jinling. I am afraid that I will not be able to do anything I can even if I exhaust my whole life."
There are no poems that exceed these two lines."
Putting down the brush gently, Qi Yun raised her hand and picked up a book of "The Book of Songs" to read through. She shook her head as she read: "I can't find these poems in the "Book of Songs", "Ya Yun" and "Ancient Books".
Could the source really be made by that playboy?"
Putting down the Book of Songs in her hand, Qi Yun slowly walked to the bed and took out "Three Hundred Poems" that she had secretly copied from Liu Mingzhi from under the pillow. She turned over the first few pages and read again and again.
"This handwriting is wild and unruly. Although it is not comparable to the handwriting on the two rice papers in Dangyang Academy, it is not far different. It can be determined that it was written by one person. Each of these eight poems is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.
Why has it never been spread among the public?"
Qi Yun expressed the scene of obsession and confusion, holding Shi Sanbai in her arms: "This painting is really beautiful, with mountains and water."
Qi Yun couldn't help but laugh as she read, and murmured: "Are you hiding your clumsiness? Why?"
"Yun'er, I'm the nanny, can I come in?"
Qi Yun hurriedly stuffed three hundred poems under her pillow, and straightened her clothes as if she had a guilty conscience: "Nanny, come in."
"Yun'er, nanny, let me tell you, Yun'er, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Are you infected with the wind and cold?" Mrs. Yu said as she put her hand on Qi Yun's forehead: "Why is it so hot, Yun'er?
No discomfort?"
Qi Yun subconsciously touched her hot cheek: "Is it very hot? Yun'er doesn't feel uncomfortable."
Mrs. Yu touched her forehead and then explored Qi Yun's forehead. Although Qi Yun's forehead was warm, it was not as hot as when wind and cold enter the body.
Mrs. Yu suddenly realized what she was pretending to do and sighed: "Oh, the female university has no control over it. It turns out that our Yun'er misses her lover."
Qi Yun suddenly looked embarrassed and said coquettishly: "Nanny, what are you talking about? So and so wants to be named Liu, but Yun'er doesn't miss him."
Mrs. Yu pinched Qi Yun's cheek and said with a smile: "Looking at you, little girl, you are so stubborn, why don't you bring it on yourself now? I never said that my lover's surname is Liu and that he is a young master of the Liu family."
Qi Yun felt ashamed, threw herself on the bed and covered her head with the quilt: "Nanny, Yun'er is ignoring you."
"You really ignore me? Then I have to leave. It's a pity that Mr. Liu's visit to the house will be in vain."
Qi Yun suddenly straightened up: "Who? Who came to the house?"
Mrs. Yu patted her head: "Oh, as I get older, my memory is getting worse and worse. I can't remember whoever comes to my house for a while."
Qi Yun grabbed Mrs. Yu's arm: "Nanny, is Liu Mingzhi here? Stop teasing Yun'er, otherwise I will really ignore you."
Mrs. Yu lovingly pinched Qi Yun a few times: "It's the eldest son of the Liu family who came to visit. The master just sent a message from the housekeeper, asking Miss to freshen up and go see Mr. Liu."
"Should I take a shower and change clothes? After all, Liu is here for the first time. Wouldn't it be rude to meet him like this?"
"Miss, it's not good. Something is very bad, miss." The maid Yu'er ran in panting.
"Yu'er, what happened, please tell me slowly."
"Young master, you scolded Mr. Liu away."
"Master Liu, please stay."
Liu Mingzhi was about to get on the carriage when a crisp voice came from behind. He looked at the maid in pink clothes with confusion and asked: "Little girl, what do you mean by calling me?"
Yu'er looked anxiously at the young master Liu who was rumored to be able to stop children from crying. She pitifully took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and stuffed it into Liu Mingzhi's face. She turned around and ran away with a blushing face.
Looking at the note in his hand in confusion, Liu Mingzhi looked uncertain. No, what is this? A love letter from a little fan girl? Or a gift from a fan.
Opening the note curiously: "My younger sister Qi Yun invites my elder brother Qinhuai Yanbo Pavilion to enjoy the scenery."
Liu Mingzhi was startled and looked over the note again and again. It was indeed written that his younger sister Qi Yun invited his elder brother Qinhuai to enjoy the scenery at the Yanbo Pavilion.
Liu Mingzhi murmured: "Qi Yun is supposed to have eaten my heart, and asked me to go to Yanbo Pavilion to enjoy the scenery. Isn't this nonsense?"
For a moment, Liu Mingzhi couldn't make up his mind. Go ahead. If it was a trap and Qi Yun had a grudge against him, he would give him a cup of tea as a reward after he arrived. If he didn't go, just in case Qi Yun really invited him.
, this is not a good opportunity to bury the hatchet. After all, it is better to explain clearly the misunderstanding that occurred in the Misty Pavilion. The unintentional actions will be explained clearly in advance, so that both parties will be resentful.
"Go, don't go, go, don't go, go, don't go, go." After counting the last copper coin, Liu Mingzhi sighed: "It seems to be God's will. Is it a blessing or a curse? Is it a disaster that cannot be avoided, or is it a disaster?"
Go ahead."
"Willow Pine."
"Master, what are your orders?"
"You drive the carriage back to the house first. The young master plans to take a stroll and will return to the house before evening. If the old man asks, just say that I was stayed by Governor Qi for dinner."
"Master, this"
"Just follow my orders, there are so many of this and that."
Liu Song rubbed his butt that had been kicked by the young master and drove the carriage and disappeared into the crowd.
Qinhuai Yanbo Pavilion is located three miles away from the south gate of Jinling City. It is a place where literati and talented people often linger. The Yanbo Pavilion has a unique location, and Qinhuai can be seen from ten miles away.
The name Yanbo Pavilion comes from the vast smoke and waves of the Qinhuai River, which is ten miles away, so it is named Yanbo Pavilion.
Scholars like to get together with three or five friends, drink and write poems in Yanbo Pavilion, and enjoy the scenery and paint. The surroundings of Yanbo Pavilion are towering willows, herons and orioles are singing, and the scenery is so beautiful. Moreover, Yanbo Pavilion is adjacent to various large and small buildings in Jinling City.
The land of fireworks is constantly visited by tourists every day, making it a grand scene in Jinling.
Peacock Street is the main road of Jinling City. It runs from north to south and goes straight into the hinterland of Jinling City. Liu Mingzhi walked along Peacock Street and played. From time to time he bought a small gadget to play with, and threw it to the laughing children on the roadside, or
I bought a few small snacks and after eating a few bites, I randomly distributed them to the children around me.
He patted the residue on his hands and watched the children running away chasing each other: "It's great to have money."
When Liu Mingzhi walked to Yanbo Pavilion, it was only eight or nine o'clock in the morning according to later generations. There were already many people walking and talking around Yanbo Pavilion.
Seeing this scene, Liu Mingzhi smiled bitterly: "I thought it was a tryst between two people, but we really enjoyed the scenery together."
Liu Mingzhi casually found a seat at Yanbo Pavilion. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the scenery in front of him with a faint smile. This was the first time since his rebirth that he felt so relaxed and happy.
Students chatting in small groups, talented and beautiful people chatting with each other in pairs, old men rowing boats and setting nets for fishing, Liu Mingzhi suddenly discovered that this world is not a different world.
"The rolling Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman on the riverbank is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, and happily meets each other over a pot of turbid wine. So many things happened in ancient and modern times.
, all in a joke."
"Young man, what a good word. It's broad-minded, open-minded, and powerful. It's really a good word."